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Melissa's POV

The clear blue sky reminded me of that gorgeous day that my friends and I had been rescued from the island. The air was crisp and a light wind was blowing. It flew through the trees, making the leaves dance. We were near the beach so I could smell that familiar salty sea air. How my skin craved to touch the warm sand, my muscles flexed, ready to carry wood for a roaring fire. My nose demanded to smell the earthy smell of the jungle, and my taste buds screamed for flavorless fish and tropical fruit. Yes, I missed the island, and I'm sure the others did too.

"Mel? You okay?" Cody Jacksons' voice interrupted my train of reminiscence.

"What? Oh yeah, I'm good…" My voice trailed off as I looked in the direction of the beach gazing at the empty sky that stretching on miles without a trace of buildings, or smoke.

"What are you looking at?" He asked inching closer to me on the park bench where we sat.

"Oh…just at the sky…" I replied, my mind still on the island.

"Mel I know you better then that. You miss the island, don't you?" Jackson questioned sliding his arm around me and pulling me closer to him.

"What? No…I'm glad to be back…I missed L.A"

"Mel, it's been three months. I miss it too, but what can we do? Jump on a plane and get lost in a storm?"

Melissa Wu forced a laugh. "No, I know that's not possible…but I wish we could at least see the island."

Jackson just smiled and whispered "me too" before leaning in to kiss me.

I let my mind wander while this exchange occurred and thought back to our first kiss.

*Flashback*

A week after we had been recued, Taylor had thrown a welcome home party for all of us. We all danced and chatted happily about our week home. Everything was going well until Jackson asked Abby to dance. Abby! I remember him telling me that he liked me, so why would he ask Abby to dance? She wasn't scary anymore, but…I was expecting him to ask me. I watched as Jackson led Abby onto the dance floor and put his arms around her waist. That pushed me over the edge. I got up and walked out onto the patio where Lex and Ian were talking about some show they both liked.

"Mel! Hey" Ian grinned at me

"Hey Ian! How are you feeling?" I asked, purposely faking happiness.

"Oh, loads better. For once it felt good to get a needle. Normally I detest them."

I laughed and sat down between him and Lex. We talked for the next five or so minutes until we heard the patio door slide open behind us.

"Mel?" Jackson called my name.

I wasn't mad at Jackson, so I had no right to be rude to him. I wasn't mad, but I was hurt. But I didn't let him know that.

"Yeah?" I asked cheerfully.

"Do…you want…to dance?"

"I thought you were dancing with Abby?"

"Yeah, to a song I know you don't like. Didn't you hear the start off piano?"

Oops.

"Oh…no I was distracted…Um yeah…I'd like to dance."

I got up, waved goodbye to Ian and Lex (who smiled at me) and followed Jackson back inside.

As we started dancing away from the rest of the group, I caught Jackson gazing into my eyes in a way he had never done before. I gazed back.

"Mel…" he whispered but didn't get a chance to finish because I had stood on my tip-toes and had touched my lips to his. I heard a distant clapping and a "finally!" from Eric in the background but didn't pay attention because Jackson had started to get really into the kiss and he was all I could think about.

*Flashback end*

Jackson's POV

I walked Melissa back to her house which was not far from the park we had just been at. As we reached her street, I turned to her and told her that I couldn't walk her to the front door as usual, and had to leave her here.

"Oh, Did I do something?" she asked.

"No, no…I just have to run an errand for my new foster-mom. It's my first week and I want to make a good impression and not be late. I'm sorry"

Melissa smiled and kissed my cheek.

"It's okay, good luck!" she said pulling her hand away from mine and heading down her street. I watched her go up until the third house from hers then turned and walked further away from the park, an idea forming in my head. I felt myself smile, and turned the corner onto Nathans street. Eager to ask him about it.