A/N: If there are italicized words in the middle of a paragraph, it means it's like a short snippet of what they said in the video diary. Like in the actual show, they'd have a video of a castaway commented on that particular scene; it applies here also. I had MUCH hesitation on a lot of these parts, so any commentary would be appreciated. Thanks and yeah, I only own the plot not the characters. The thought or snippet of the diary belongs to the character who's talking.

Melissa's POV:

Everybody has a way to relax. To escape the world and just forget there troubles. Some do drugs, drink, or smoke. But for others it might be riding roller coasters or watching TV. In case you need a reminder, I was stranded on an island with my tries-to-hard guy best friend, a person who's teased me ever since high school, a dictator, a Mr. Smarty, a rat, and a boy-version of Robinson Crusoe; which wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the fact that we are ALL ALONE, away from my family and other friends. So, I didn't have much options. Taylor sunbathes and just forgets the outside world. Jackson has his guitar. Eric sleeps. Daley keeps herself busy by rationing and organizing. Nathan keeps trying to do a little bit of everything. Lex is enveloped by the radio. And what does sweet, innocent Melissa do? Well, to tell you the truth, it's kind of embarrassing for me to say this, but I dance like a maniac. Which was exactly what I was doing right about now:

"So, who's going to collect fruit?" asked Daley.

"I will!" I quickly jumped off the log, grabbed my backpack and said my good-byes. I walked past a tree bearing ripe bananas, a tree with papayas, and fig tree. Of course I grabbed a couple along the way, but I didn't stop to get all of them. I kept on walking till I was as far as I could be from the beach but still be close enough to get back. I stopped at a mango tree that had a couple of ripe mangoes. "Perfect," I thought. I took out my iPod, and stuffed the earphones into my ears. My music ranged from Andrea Bocelli to Carrie Underwood to Ally and AJ to Papa Roach, but all I needed right now was any upbeat tune and first one that came on was "Undo It" by Carrie Underwood. The beat came and my feet took over. I began dancing like crazy. With my iPod safely stuffed in my pocket, I grabbed a mango and began jumping around, pretending to play an electric guitar. I even sang a little bit. It might have been a bit off-key but this was relaxation time not performance time. Random words came out of my mouth. I grabbed another mango and tossed it aside as I still began dancing. It was sweet relief, but not only to me.

Jackson's POV:

"Jackson!" yelled Daley as she saw me stroll back into camp.

"What is it Daley?" I asked, a bit annoyed.

"Melissa can't pick all the fruit alone! Go out there, take this," she ordered, handing me a water bottle, "and go help her!" Then she walked off just as fast as she did a couple seconds ago. I was a little bit dazed. "Wild rampage much?" I heard Taylor say. I turned around and saw her in the sand, playing solitaire. "Yup," I commented.

"You play?" she asked, casually.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Then will you PLEASE come here and play with me? I'm so BORED of playing alone," she begged.

"Sure," I said. I sat down and we played war. To my surprise Taylor was really good. How good? Well, I lost.

"HA!" she yelled.

"You're just lucky, I want a rematch!" I retorted.

"Bring it on, sucker!" she said, dealing it again. I looked at my watch. "Shoot, I have to go! We'll do it later," I said as I grabbed my backpack and ran into the jungle.

"Daley's going to have my head!" I thought as I took off running.

I passed a full ripened banana tree and filled my pack halfway. "Why didn't Melissa take any?" I thought. I pushed the thought aside with a smile "it doesn't matter." I passed a tree full of ripe papayas then a ripened fig tree. "This is weird," I thought. Then I kept walking, until I heard something. I cocked my ears toward the direction the sound seemed to be coming from. It heard like someone was talking to themselves. I cautiously approached the sound. "Could it be the others? Maybe we're saved!" I thought. As I got closer, the sound got louder and I could hear some sort of instrumental background. I hopes of rescue vanished as I saw the scene in front of me. And, honestly, I didn't really mind.

Melissa's POV:

The song ended and I did an epic guitar solo. Well, it was epic to me. I paused the music and grabbed the last mango on the tree. I pulled the earphones off and turned around to drop it into my pack. "Jackson!" I exclaimed and dropped my mango, "How . . . um . . . how long have you . . . how long have you been there?"

"Long enough," he said, with a smile. CRAP! I shrunk down and quickly stuffed the fruit into my pack. This. Is. Really. Embarrassing. He must thing I'm a freak! Oh crap, oh crap, oh CRAP! What does he think about me now? After seeing me dance like I was mental or something, and oh crap, heard me sing? OH CRAP! "You know, you aren't that bad of a dancer," he commented casually.

"Yeah, thanks," I could feel the temperature of my cheeks rise dramatically. They were so hot that you could roast weenies on them. I avoided eye contact as much as possible. CRAP! We walked in silence all the way back to camp. I was thankful the didn't mention it and I had nothing to say. I laid my hand on my cheeks and they were burning up. CRAP!


Jackson's Video Diary:

So, that's how she keeps calm. Wow. I held it laughing the ENTIRE way back. IT was so funny. She was so nervous. Her cheeks were as red as tomatoes. (Jackson smiles and chuckles as he reminisces.) Damn, that was funny. But I'm not going to tell anyone. (smiles again) Gotta go, I promised Taylor another round of cards.

Melissa Video Diary

OH CRAP! I can't believe he saw. I can't believe it! My cheeks are STILL red! The only other person who knows about my little dance obsession is Daley! Well, after we got back he immediately went to Taylor. They're probably laughing it up right now. I saw them playing cards when I dropped off the fruit.

I know it's really mean of me to say this, but I have to get it out. If I don't say this out loud now, I'm afraid I might blurt it out at the wrong time. Ok, I'll just say it. I hate Taylor Hagan. Well, maybe hate is too strong. So, I greatly dislike Taylor Hagan. I know we're in the same boat and all. But, she and Jackson have been getting closer and I don't like that. Stupid jealousy. The worst thing is . . . I think he might . . . like it.