Chapter 1
Author's Note: Hey! So, if you read the summary, you'll know what this story is about. But if you're a lazy bum and you didn't, here it is: this is about when the boys are reunited with their girlfriends, and each chapter deals with a different couple, with parts from the point of view of each person. All of these characters are based on my friends and I (yes, that means you Alison). If you are a friend of mine but were not included in this story, don't worry; you'll be in one soon. Enjoy!
Ralph and Alyssa
Alyssa's P.O.V.
Alyssa stood at the dock, craning her neck to get a decent view of the ship. If all went well, Ralph would be on that ship, her fair haired, ocean-eyed boyfriend whom she had spent the last six months crying over. The day he had left for England, the school got a report saying that the plane carrying him and the choir had been lost over the Pacific. Everyone thought they were dead. But then, months later, the boys had been found and were sailing home. The only catch was that two were dead, but the officers hadn't said who. So, all Alyssa could do was wait until the boys were let off the ship.
As the ship's gangway lowered and the boys slowly emerged, there were cheers, cries, the sounds of photographs being snapped and reported shouting questions at the teens. This is it, Alyssa thought. If he did survive, everything might go back to normal. If he didn't, I don't know what I'll do. The more she looked, though, the more despairing she became; he was nowhere to be seen.
"Alyssa!" She twisted her head in every direction, trying to catch sight of him, because that voice could only belong to Ralph. Finally, she saw him. Her face broke into a huge smile, and tears of relief streamed down her cheeks as she ran to him. He caught her up in his arms and held her tightly, as if he might never let go. She kissed his cheek and said, "Ralph! I'm so happy you're alive. All those months, I thought you were gone forever, and then we got word that you'd been found. I never gave up on you. I can't tell you how much I've missed you." Alyssa smiled and stepped back. He was much tanner and more muscular than when she'd last seen him, but other than that, he looked the same. His blue-green eyes were the same color as the summer ocean, and his golden hair was tousled, as if he had just been running. He was wearing jeans and a dark blue sweater, presumably belonging to one of the sailors on the ship, which were slightly big. But his eyes were sadder now, more understanding; even so, they were lit up with joy.
"Still the same," Ralph grinned. "I think you crushed my ribs with that hug. But still liked it. I missed you too; it was hard, being away from you all that time, not being able to tell you that I was okay. I knew you'd be freaking out. But," he said, his expression fading, "there's something I need to tell you in private. Let's go somewhere else and I tell you everything that happened on… that island." Ralph shuddered.
"Okay." Alyssa responded. She took his hand, and together they walked away from the dock.
Ralph's P.O.V.
As the ship got ready to make port, Ralph's uneasiness worsened. What if Alyssa wasn't there? What if she'd forgotten all about him and moved on to someone else? He'd already lost his parents; he didn't want to lose her, too. The captain entered the cabin and announced that the ship had docked and it was time for them to go home. Where is that for me? Ralph wondered. I'll have to find a new one, build my life back up from the rubble. But at least I'll have her. Hopefully. He stepped out onto the deck, into the crisp October air and walked down the ramp behind the other boys. Ignoring the pictures being taken of him and the questions being thrown at him, Ralph scanned the crowd for Alyssa. After a while of searching, he finally spotted her. She was standing near the entrance to the harbor, wearing a pink and orange plaid shirt with blue jeans and red converse. Her golden-brown hair gleamed in the sun, and her blue eyes looked to be on the verge of tears.
"Alyssa!" he shouted. She turned in his direction, and, realizing that it was him calling her name, ran to him and almost knocked him over with the force of her hug. As she talked to him, Ralph looked into her eyes, which were overflowing with happiness. There's so much to tell her, he thought. How will I do it? And where will I begin. God, I've missed her. She always knows just the right thing to say to make me laugh. I love her so much. "Still the same," he grinned. After seeing her beautiful face, Ralph wondered if he would ever be able to stop smiling. "I think you crushed my ribs with that hug. But still liked it. I missed you too; it was hard, being away from you all that time, not being able to tell you that I was okay. I knew you'd be freaking out. But," he said, dropping the grin he'd thought would last forever, hating himself for cutting her exuberance short. "There's something I need to tell you in private. Let's go somewhere else and I tell you everything that happened on… that island." Ralph shuddered involuntarily at the mere mention of that dark, horrible place.
Alyssa nodded, then took his hand as they walked away. He squeezed her hand, and she squeezed back, then put her head on his shoulder. There was so much to tell her.