A/N: Hello! I'm sure you all know me from my pretty well known other series in this category, but I wanted to write something totally different, and this story has nothing to do with the other one's in my series. Alright, enough about that, this story is kinda like Lost, and Flight 29 Down, I'm sure you've all heard of. Phil, Keely, and some new people they haven't met are all going on a what seems like a perfectly safe plane…until it crashes, stranding the two of them and five others on a deserted island. Please don't flame, if you don't like it, please say it nicely. Or, don't review at all. But I have a feeling most will like it:P. And, as far as I know, Ecinoia (Ek-ih-no-a), the island where they planned on going is made up, as far as I know, lol.

Regards,

Britannia

"Lions, and Tigers, and Planes. Oh my!"

"I'm really excited, going to an island during winter is probably the best idea you ever had." Keely said, packing a few extra bathing suits just incase.

"I know." Phil paused, "Hey!"

Keely laughed, "Do you think they'll miss us?"

"Who?"
"Everyone."

"Maybe. I think they'll be more jealous they aren't going."

"Right!" Keely said, as she zipped up her third Louis Vuitton suitcase and added it to the collection by the door.

"Keely, we're only going for a few days, how could you possibly use all that stuff? What even is all of that?"

"Essentials."

"God…women."

"Sh-ush. How many do you have?"

"One."

"One! Phil Diffy, you can't honestly be serious, what could you possibly pick out of everything you have to fit into one suitcase?"

"All I'll need for the few days we're there."

"No way. That"-she says as she points to her three large suitcases-"is what I'm going to need for the few days, do you have like one of every item you'll need?"

"No. Three. Considering that's how long we'll be gone. What do you have a suitcase for each day?"

"No."

"That's even worse."

"If you don't like it, don't look at them."

"Are you going to need help taking them to the car?"
"No, God how twentieth century are you? You think I can't lift luggage? I am just as strong as you are."

She bends down to pick up a suitcase, and even though by her expression, it's blatantly obvious it weighs a thousand pounds, she tries to act like it's as light as a feather, and lugs it out to the car. Phil rolls his eyes before saying, "Let me take that,"

"No! I'm fine."
"Come on, if you break your back before we get there, might ruin the trip."

"Ugh! Fine, if you're going to be insistent…" she said and transferred the suitcase to him, and he had a similar expression of pain, but acted cool, and proceeded to the car.

Once he was out the door, Keely dashed back to Phil's room and checked herself in the mirror. She adjusted her blue bathing suit top with palm trees on it, under her black tank top, (sound similar to what she wore in the Rush music video? lol) then her hair.

"Okay, Keel. This is it. This could be your big chance to finally tell 'im how you feel." She flicked her hair around a bit, then turned around and looked at herself from all angles, then grabbed her carry on, and went out to the car with it.

Phil was attempting to attack the thing from behind, and throw it in the back of his Dodge Durango, but it wasn't working.

"Need any help?" she asked sweetly, tossing her designer handbag into the passenger seat.

"No, no. I've got this covered. I…hope."

"Just let me help you,"

He sighed, but finally agreed.

"Finally." she whistled with her fingers, and like magic, Lloyd and Barbara came running out.

"Finally broke 'im, huh?" Lloyd said.

"What?" Phil asked.

"Nothing." Barbara said pinching Lloyd's arm, "So, you need this here in the back…?" She asked casually.

"Yeah." Keely said.

Barbara and Lloyd lifted it into the back, well, mostly Barbara did. Then they disappeared into the house for the other two.

"Why did you have to ask them?" Phil asked, irritated.

"Because, I couldn't help you, and you're mom's really strong, come on, it's not a big deal. It's not like I asked Pim…"

"True…"

Barbara and Lloyd returned with both Keely's massive bags, and Phil's small one, loaded them up, and Phil and Keely were off.

Keely was a little nervous about this trip, but she knew what ever happened, happened. And whatever didn't, didn't. They chit chated about everything from Barbara being stronger than Lloyd to what the trip would be like, until they got to the airport.

It wasn't as packed with people as the had predicted, but the line to their flight number wasn't where the others were, it was off by itself, and looked less professional than all the others.

"Excuse me, sir? Is this the place to board for flight two-oh-eight?" Phil asked the man at the podium marked '207.' He was very strange, he wasn't dressed like the others, he was older than all of them also. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, open with a white Tee underneath it, khaki shorts, and sandals.

"Yes sir," he answered.

"But that can't be right, it doesn't…look like the others."

"Well, what'd you expect? It's a private plane."

"Wait…we're flying in a private plane? Not a commercial jet…"

"No, you can't go to Ecinoia in a commercial jet."

"Why not…?"
"The natives don't like it. Now, are you boarding or not?"

Phil turned to Keely who didn't seemed bothered by the idea at all, and asked, "Well…"
"Look, we're getting out of Pickford, so let's go." she said.

"Alright, the jury's out. We're boarding."

"Great!" he said, checked their tickets, and let them into the boarding ramp.

Phil and Keely glanced at each other, then around the boarding ramp.

"He was…interesting."

"Very." Keely said.

"So…I wonder how many other people'll be on the plane…" Phil said

"Yeah. Hopefully not many."

"No…you see I only fly commercial." they heard a female's voice say, they both turned to look at her, she looked like she stepped out of a Nordstrom advertisement, there was no way she was traveling to an island with no hotels. She had red-brown hair with the ends flipped up, and a very snob-like expression on her face, she did not look like a nice person.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but if you're going to Ecinoia this is the only way to fly." the strange podium man said

"Ugh! I'm sorry, there is no way I'm flying in anything that doesn't have first class."

"Look, your ticket says 207, Ecinoia, that is where you are going, you can imagine the plane has first class."

"Look, do you know who I am?"

"No…"

"I am Milan Veuton, I fly commercial, no way else, got it?"

"Look, Miz Veuton you flyin' to Ecinoia, you flyin' on this plane. Got it?"

"Ugh! If I wasn't so desperate for time away I'd sue you!" she says, then snaps her fingers and a group of men in suits pick up her thousand suitcases and proceed in behind Phil and Keely.

They stare as she prances by with her nose so high in the air she could smell the sky. She turns and returns their stare, then lowers her sunglasses and looks them over with a look of snobby superiority, and says with the same tone, "Well, I can see you two have no problem not flying commercial."

Keely just stares at her narrow eyed, Phil does the same.

"But I wouldn't expect much else, I mean, your parents don't own hotels…"

"You don't know us, they could." Phil says.

Then she laughs, the most evil, sarcastic, snobby laugh either of the two had ever heard.

"You're kidding, right? We can't being going to the same place either, from what I've read, Ecinoia does not seem like your type of place."

"Actually, it— " Keely started

"Doesn't, you're right." Phil finished for her, he now wanted to get this snobby chick to that island with no hotels and no way to get back for three days, when the plane came to pick them up again. It was almost as if Keely got the message telepathically because she said, "Oh yeah, you're right, we're not worthy of Ecinoia, but hey, you'll need someone less than you there, right?"

"Whatever, you guys are strange."

They roll their eyes, as she and her luggage crew proceed further down the boarding ramp.

"This is where Ecinoia is boarding right?" they hear another female's voice, and turn to look at her, although she's much less high maintenance looking, by the way he's staring, Keely can tell he's interested in her.

"Yes ma'am." the podium man said.

"Okay, great." she says, and carries her one suitcase onto the boarding ramp.

"Oh no, it's you." Milan says when she sees the new addition to the boarding ramp.

"Oh, God, you're kidding, look, I don't want to fight with you, so just please don't talk to me," the other girl says.

"Like I even want to talk to you."

"Whatever." she says, then turns and looks at Phil and Keely, "Hi." she says.

"Hey,"

"Sup." They both say simultaneously.

"I'm Keely Teslow, this is my friend Phil Diffy, and I see you already know Milan Veuton."

"Unfortunately. It's nice to meet you, Ally Williams," she says.

"Well, hello Ally Williams," Phil says with a flirtatious tone of voice.

Keely rolled her eyes, this was the Alice DeLuca fiasco all over again.

Ally didn't seem to welcome it though, that made Keely happy. She didn't want to hate Ally, she seemed nice. However, if it'd been Milan he'd been flirting with, Keely'd taken her down right there. Ally was also pretty, so Keely did feel a little threatened by her.

"Good thing that idiot from Study Hall isn't coming."

"You mean Larry? He's right there, high fiving the guy at the podium."

"Oh great. I hate him!" she says, then she changes her expression when she sees he has a friend with him, and all the females in the boarding ramp stare at him. He looks nothing like Larry, who to Keely was nothing special. He was a lot taller, and much better looking, Keely was almost jealous she wasn't from the same school as Milan and Ally.

"Break me off a piece of that." Milan said

"Come on Milan, he's probably Larry's cousin."

"Ew, no way. He's like ten times better looking than Larry, and before this trip's over, he's all Milan's."

Ally rolled her eyes, "Whatever,"

"You know him?" Keely asked Ally.

"We know Larry, the shorter guy with blonde hair, but I haven't met the other one,"

"He's looking at you," Keely pointed out.

"No he's not." she said blushing and turning away.

"Yeah he is."

"Once he meets Milan, he won't be looking at me."
"What makes you so sure?"

"Please, Milan always is the center of everyone's attention,"

"So…she's not nice, and not even really pretty."

"She's rich, and yeah, she's pretty."

"Well, I think she'll end up with Larry."

"Ugh! Never."

"So, where are you guys from?"

"East Handsome Town,"

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"We're from Pickford."

"Oh, I've always wanted to go there, I've heard it's beautiful at Christmas."
"It is,"

A/N: Okay, so what did everyone think? More soon if people like it: ). And no, Milan Veuton is not supposed to be Paris Hilton, because Paris is a lot nicer than Milan, Milan is supposed to be more like London Tipton, who, yes, I am aware is supposed to be like Paris, but Milan isn't supposed to be Paris, lol. Because Paris Hilton is one of my favorite famous people and I would not write about her in a negative way and make her sound evil and rude like Milan, lol.

Regards,

Britannia