Hey guys! Thank you all so much for the positive feedback on the first chapter! I'm so excited for this story to really kick off! Alrighty now I'm going to explain something so people won't get all "Where's the _ moments?!" Ok each chapter will be told in one person's POV so for example if it's told in Ty's POV the chapter will either be centered around him or Tynka. Get it? Got it? Good. Alright now second thing I should probably explain. This chapter is told in No One's POV (which will happen every other chapter) so it may or may not be centered around one person and or ship. Now that I have explained that to you you may continue to the chappie. Enjoy! Oh! And quick round of aplause to the amazing editor of this story! GlitterGirl123! Without her my grammar would compare to that of a 2nd grader's. Ok so maybe not that bad but you get the picture right?


No one's POV

CeCe's brown eyes fluttered open as the sunlight hit the thick canopy of green leaves above her and the bright rays peeked through the leaves and onto her face. The redhead blinked a couple of times, trying to adjust her vision until it became clear enough to see. She became aware of an unfamiliar warmth spreading through her body. Her toes curled up as she cuddled deeper into that strange but pleasant heat, her half-awake state of mind not fully realizing just what that warmth was. It was when she felt someone's hot breath on the back of her neck that she realized the heat wasn't from a blanket.

CeCe jolted upwards into a sitting position, waking up the figure next to her in the process. A pair of dark brown eyes snapped open in alarm and darted around, trying to take in the scene.

"CeCe?" Deuce mumbled as he sat up. He placed a hand over his mouth and yawned. Noticing the uncomfortable look on her face, his thick eyebrows drew together. "What's wrong?"

"You!" she whispered back harshly. "You were getting all touchy-touchy with me!"

Deuce blinked. "Touchy-touchy?" he repeated, confusion laced through his voice.

"You, with your arms all around me," CeCe gestured to herself. "All awkward and tight."

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to—"

"Don't play all dumb!" she interrupted. "You know very well what you were doing!"

A faint tint of red burned onto the Latino's cheeks. "L-l-look," he sputtered out, wiping his mouth. "I didn't mean to get all 'touchy-touchy'. I was asleep."

"Sure you were," the redhead mumbled, standing up to stretch her legs.

"No! Really, I was!" he exclaimed, standing up as well.

"Yeah. Sure."

"B-b-but I—you didn't even—I just—!" Deuce struggled to find words. He let out a deep breath and decided to back down. Arguing with CeCe would be pointless and wasting time and he had just figured that one out.

Someone groaned. "Who was yelling?" Gunther muttered sleepily, sitting up from in between Tinka and Rocky.

"Eyebrows," CeCe replied with a shrug.

"I have a name! And I didn't yell!"

"You just did, genius," Gunther pointed out as he stood up.

"What was that?" Rocky asked, standing up and vigorously rubbing the tiredness from her eyes.

"Eyebrows here started screaming," the redhead said, crossing her arms.

"But—"

"Whoever's shouting…SHUT IT!" Tinka hissed, her eyes snapping open as the blonde got to her feet, glaring at the Cuban.

"I agree with Tinka," Ty murmured, getting up as well.

"But I wasn't—"

"Guys?" a small voice whispered. We whipped around to see Avia, her body trembling. "The pilot…"

"What, Avia?" Rocky asked gently, her brown eyes worried.

Gunther crouched down to meet her blue eyes. "What happened, Avia?"

She shook her head, fresh tears forming in her greying eyes. "Go see for yourself." The blond jumped to his feet and ran to see what exactly happened. The rest of the gang followed him, just as worried, and somehow in the running, Avia's small hand intertwined with CeCe's. They all jerked to a stop, and then understood why the raven haired was so shooken up. The pilot was dead, his lifeless eyes staring into space.

"Room…getting…darker…is it night already? I see stars." And then Deuce fainted. The others ignored him for the time being.

Rocky sighed and squeezed her eyes shut, grabbing one of the ratty old blankets and draped it around the pilot's pale corpse. "We have to move out. We can't stay here. There's no way," the brunette stated, looking at her brother as if asking permission. He nodded.

"She's right," Gunther said before Ty can actually say anything. "The body will start decaying in two days. We can't be here with a ten year old," he said, motioning to Avia.

"Ten?" she repeated.

"You're not ten?" Tinka asked. She shook her head.

"Then…how old are you?" Ty asked.

"I'm seven," Avia whispered back. A seven year old just found a body. A seven year old little girl stranded in the middle of a mountain from a plane crash. A seven year old girl can't find her mother…a seven year was going through too much trauma for her age. If a pin was dropped, it would have the loudest thing you heard.

"That's it. We are leaving. Now," Gunther said.

"But…what about Eyebrows?" CeCe reminded them, motioning to the Latino's unconscious figure.

"I got this," Tinka told her with a slight smirk.

"Oh no…" Gunther muttered. His sister kneeled down to Deuce's level, got closer to his face…and then brought her hand up and slapped him on the face.

"GET UP!" she yelled, smacking him on the cheek again. Avia gasped and hid behind Gunther at the second one, since it was louder. And harder. Everyone else was starting to feel very sorry for him.

"OW! WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT FOR?!" he shouted, suddenly sitting up and hitting his head against hers.

Tinka rubbed her head and glared. "You fainted."

"SO YOU SLAP ME AWAKE?!"

She shrugged. "It was either that, or we left you with a decomposing corpse. Or I kiss you awake, and I would rather throw up water. And that's disgusting."

"Whatever. So what did I miss?" he asked, looking at everyone.

"Well…Avia is seven. And we are not staying here. So pack up," Rocky told him. So that's what they did. Two tents, three blankets (the fourth one was used for the pilot), seven water bottles and two packs of the beef jerky. They start walking, and three long and agonizing hours later, Tinka sank to her knees. The other gladly copy her movements, tired, aching and thirsty since they ran out of water three miles back.

"I think we're good here," CeCe announced. Everyone agreed, mainly because they have no intention to go on any further. Avia let out a small yawn as Ty set her down on the ground. The poor girl couldn't go on for that long, forcing the guys to take turns with carrying her half way from the walk since she was stumbling, getting dizzier with every second slowly passing by.

"Give me that," Tinka mumbled, snatching a bag from her brother and absently gnawing on a piece of jerky.

"Let's set up the tents," Rocky said. And after an hour full of arguments between her and Gunther, always disagreeing on how it should be built, and finally getting the hang of it, they succeeded.

The boys and girls got separate tents, and took a nap right away from the exhaustion of walking non stop for so long.


"We're running out of food," Deuce said, eating some jerky. "And I'm tired of the jerky."

"We all are," Ty mumbled. "Plus we need more water."

Rocky nodded. "We really do. I say we look for a lake or something."

"We should," CeCe agreed. "But what about Avia? She's sleeping again." Her eyes swept over to the seven year old, who was indeed asleep once again.

"Three options. We wake her up, or someone stays here to watch over her. Or we leave her alone," Gunther stated, ticking off every option off his fingers.

"Or we go later. It's better if Avia's awake for this," Tinka said. They all agreed.

Hours passed by, and the gang was getting hungrier (the jerky was dangerously low) and thirstier, not to mention even more tired. Everyone was getting weaker by the second.

"Okay…we really need water," Rocky said softly. "We can go two weeks without food, but what's essential is water."

"She's right you know," Deuce chimed in." And normally where there's water, there's food."

"Alright. So then I say we go look for water fist thing in the morning. Right now we need to find a shady spot to set up camp," Ty spoke up, grabbing one of the beat up blankets and laying it over the sleeping seven year old.

They grabbed the survival kit and built up the camp again (thank God Gunther and Rocky argued much less this time) in a spot where the sun wasn't glaring at them.


Thoughts? Again? Anyway, you should be praising xXxInMyDreamsxXx for writing this awesome chapter! Hehe, and if you ever do read my stories (I highly doubt it) then—I've got nothing.

–Liz

SHE. IS. A. LIAR! LIZ. LIED! The only thing I wrote in this chappie was the CeCe and Deuce wake up scene! So I know this chappie was a bit short but I pinky promise that I will make up for it in the next chappie, it's just that I'm moving and I just started school so im a bit stressed out...but like I said I will make up for it.

Sweet Dreams!

-xXxInMyDreams-