OLIVE'S POV:
I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a rough, hard rock ceiling. My head was pounding, sending electric shocks through my interesting factoids. ReluctANTly, I sat up, it seemed that I had been lying unconscious on sand in a cave. Now I'm missing the A.N.T program, it was much more luxurious than here. I peer through the entrance of the cave where the waves had obviously carried me through. Through the entrance I could see the calm ocean, dancing slowly in the distance.
"How am I alive? Where is the storm?" I ask myself, thinking of my own scientific explanations in my head.
I scan the cave for any clue of what to do next. Behind a medium weirdly shaped rock, I find Fletcher's backpack. On no. Fletcher. Where is he? I started to panic, my breathing sped up. I frantically searched the cave for him.
"Fletcher? Are you in here?!" I shouted.
I flung his backpack over my shoulders. Maybe, he washed up somewhere else. I hope he's ok I thought to myself. He's not... Dead... I know he's not. I leave the cave through a gap in the rock, the sunshine from outside blinds my blue eyes as I come out into a tropical jungle.
"FLETCHER?" I shout at the top of my voice and wait for a reply. Nothing.
I searched my cardigan pocket and took out my Z-Phone. I desperately tried to turn it on but it had been soaked through in the storm. In an act of frustration I threw the phone and it smashed against a palm tree. I just wanted Fletcher. I didn't even get to tell him what he meant to me.
FLETCHER'S POV:
I pretty much ran along the whole shore, my legs were in agony. I had to keep going, I had to find Olive. I ran my fingers through my damp hair out of stress. What if she had washed up, woken up and went into the jungle. Knowing Olive she would rack her brain for top tips on survival. I knew where I was going. Into the jungle, where vicious wild animals live. Even though I was scared of getting eaten, I was more scared of loosing Olive. Maybe she meant even more too me that I expected.
I jogged into the jungle, the trees were looming over me. I ignored the noises of wildlife and kept going. All of a sudden something jumped out of a bush and landed right in front of me. I jumped back and screamed, covering my face. I slowly took my hands away to reveal that the thing in front of me was a capuchin monkey. I sighed with relief. It was eating bugs that it found on the floor.
"Have you seen Olive?" I sigh hopelessly, knowing that it wouldn't answer.
The monkey disappeared into the same bush it came out of. Hopefully I don't meet any other animals on the way. As I got deeper into the jungle, it got colder. I had pretty much dried off by now. I leaned on a large tree and contemplated my surroundings. Come on Olive, where are you? I slide my back down the tree until I'm sitting with my back against it, my arms resting on my knees. My eyes wondered next to me, I imagined Olive sat there, she looked up at me and smiled gorgeously. I smiled back. She put her hand on the ground next to me and looked into the distance. I tried to put my hand on her hand but then she disappeared. I just realised how hungry and thirsty I was, was I hallucinating?
"I'm sorry Olive." I looked up to the sky. It was almost sunset. I had to keep going.
I stood up and took a few steps deeper into the jungle, I looked back at where Olive was sat before. I ached for her touch, for her voice, for her smell. I ached for her. I never got to tell her how much she meant to me.
OLIVE'S POV:
The sunset made everything a golden shade. On my search for Fletcher I had come across a ready made camp. It had obviously been abandoned. There was two logs that had been put around a couple of sticks with stones around them. A campfire. Wind blew right through me. It had started to get chilly. Luckily Fletcher and I used to watch survivalist program's 2 years ago, I remembered every bit of it. I bent down and tried to strike a spark with two stones. After a couple of minutes I had finally managed to get a fire going. It had slightly warmed me up. I sat on a log opposite the fire. I missed Fletcher.
I glanced at his backpack that I had been carrying. I wonder what he actually kept in there. I unzipped it and taken out the first thing my fingers touched. It was in camera case. I opened it, expecting it to be infested with water droplets but I soon found out that the case was waterproof. I smiled, thinking that Fletcher wasn't a complete numbskull. I turned the camera on and the first picture I saw was earlier on the dock where I had my feet in the water. It was a beautiful picture, the lighting was just right. I flicked through his photos, they were of landscapes and other pretty things like that.
Then, I came to one certain picture that made a tear trickle down my face. It was of me and Fletcher with blue painted whiskers on our cheeks. Our faces were almost touching and we looked happy. I remember it was about two weeks ago and I remember exactly what happened...
~"Are you serious? This is your big surprise?" I say disgusted.
"What? It's art?" Fletcher says looking slightly hurt. He pointed to a huge canvas with paint splatters all over it.
"Mr. Grundy is going to smash your head through it if he sees it in the lounge." I sigh and sit down. "It's meant to be in the Z-Tech ART ROOM, not the Z-Tech LOUNGE. Oh wait never mind, you can't read." I say jokingly.
"I bought it here for a reason." Fletcher lifts his arms up in the air and sits down next to me. He ignored my playful insult.
"What reason?" I questioned.
He looked up at me and looked into my eyes. A mischievous smile spread across his face. I returned his smile and our faces were about 4 inches away. Next thing we knew, we were flinging paint at the canvas, making an absolute mess of the lounge. We laughed all through this and Fletcher picked me up playfully and pretended to throw me at the canvas. I ended up completely diverting myself from the canvas and drawing cat whiskers on Fletcher instead. While I was painting lines on his face he looked into my eyes.
"Olive, you're my best friend you know." He smiled at me.
"I know." I grinned. We looked at each other for a while. For a second I felt like kissing him but that would ruin our friendship. If only he felt the same way.
"Your turn." Fletcher laughed and painted some whiskers on my cheeks too.
We collapsed on the sofa, not bothering that we were covered in paint.
"We're going to get in so much trouble for this." I looked around in dread.
"I know." Fletcher also looked around. "Better make this moment last before we get murdered." He joked. He pulled out his camera and took a picture of us both. We looked at the picture and laughed.
"You can even see the canvas in the background." I admired.
"I know. Best selfie ever!" Fletcher nudged me playfully.
"Fletcher. Selfie isn't a proper word." I frowned.~
While replaying the memory over and over again in my head. Tears streamed down my face. Would we ever find each other? Is he even alive? I hugged myself and stared into the flames. If only I stuck to the answer 'No'.
Did not expect the chapter to turn out like that, but I kind of like it! I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and tell me your favourite part of this chapter. I love the support! It is still so weird to think that people actually read this. Feel free to suggest anything else that can happen in this story. I'd love to hear some new ideas. Also I need ideas for Folive one shots! Thanks.
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