Hey hey hey everyone! So just an fyi, the time period for this date isn't really set, everyone's a few years older (I'll post their ages in the story soon), and this story is based off the book and 1963 movie, so I chose to stick with the color of Jack's hair in the movie, which is brown (as well as every other character) Sorry to disappoint anyone. :( But hakuna matata, you don't have to picture it like that. I just think it's better that way. Sorry again. :/ And thanks to Raven-Skype, discokiller, and ElphieThroppDG28 for their kind reviews! :)

As soon as I was conscious, I felt a sharp pain shoot through my body. I slowly opened my eyes to discover my legs tangled in thick vines. Looking at my arms and legs, filled with cuts and bruises, and mildly placed my hand in the back of my head. I must have hit something really hard, because I had a massive headache.

Calmly, I began to lift myself up. My knees were immensely shaky so I almost fell back down, but I managed and started to walk, looking for more passengers that may have survived along with me. Twigs began cracking behind me, like there was someone stepping on them. Scared, I jerked my head towards the source, but I was too busy to make out the face of a boy who ran up to me and broke my fall.

"I got you. Are you alright, miss?"

"I-I'm fine. Thanks."

"Nice accent you got there. American, huh?"

I nod, which made myself even more dizzy.

"I'm Jack. Jack Merridew."

I suddenly remember the boy on the plane and I ache to know if he survived. He was so good and innocent, and if anyone should survive the wreck, it should be him.

"Audrey Beckett...We really need to find more survivors before it gets dark."

"Yeah, You're right. But are you stable enough to--"

"I'm fine."

Jack extended his hand and I took it in mine, and I got that odd feeling again. The one I had with Ralph. I pulled my hand back, as did he, but we quickly clasped our hands back, and began yelling out for people.

After maybe around 30 minutes of no luck, we hear a bizarre trumpet-like sound.

"Where's that coming from?" I asked looking at Jack.

"I don't know, but we better follow it. Maybe it's a signal."

Jack, still holding my hand, led me toward the noise, which got us out of the jungle area and onto the beach. We look to our left and see a crowd of people, all in what seems like what Jack and Ralph were wearing, a school uniform.

As we made our way up to the chaotic crowd, which consisted of all boys, I let go of Jack's hand and began looking for Ralph. At an instant, I see him with a large shell, talking to a short, pudgy boy, with glasses. I smile at him, happy he's alive and turn back towards Jack.

"Audrey!" yelled someone from behind, gripping my forearm.

I turn around to see Ralph grinning gracefully, and I blush, asking if he's alright.

"I'm alright. Are you? You seem so weak. Why don't you sit down, okay?" Ralph gently laid his hand on my back and sat me down on a nearby rock. He looked at me with passionate eyes and turned back to where he was with the boy he was talking to a moment ago.

"Everyone, may I have your attention?" Ralph began loudly.

Everyone finally quieted it down a notch after a few minutes, and stared at Ralph, who was waiting for silence.

"Thank you. Now we don't know if there are still others out there, so when possible, try and seek more survivors. But as of right now, while the sun is still up, we must build shelters and collect food and other necessities."

"Who are you?" one boy from the crowd asked.

"That's Ralph! He's the leader man!" yelled another.

"Well, we do need a leader," Ralph agreed.

Jack quickly stood up and volunteered himself, while the fat boy nominated Ralph.

"It's only fair if we have a vote," the boy said.

"Fine then. All in favor of me raise your hand," Jack declared, while the pudgy boy counted up the votes.

"And for Ralph?" Jack grumbled.

I watched as everyone raised there hands, but I decided not to. I can't choose between them. These other kids knows them better than me anyway. They can choose. It's not like my one vote can make a big difference anyway.

"It's a tie!" the boy with the glasses exclaimed.

"It can't be!" Jack argued.

"Audrey, why didn't you vote?" Ralph questioned, confused.

"Oh...uhhh....I...,"

"She talks funny!" a younger boy called out.

"That's not nice, she's an American. That's all," Ralph objected.

I couldn't help but grin as Ralph defended me, and I winked at him to show my gratitude. He let out a slight laugh and looked back at Jack who was eyeing the both of us in a way of jealousy, puzzlement, grudge, and disappointment. I don't know what's going on with him now. For some reason, he's being a complete jerk, and I don't know what triggered it, but I really hope it wasn't me, because I really like the gentleman-like Jack.

-1 hour later-

I'm glad the boy with the glasses, Piggy, I think Ralph said his name was, realized he actually missed counting three votes which ended the tie, giving Ralph the win. Gladly, I didn't have to decide between them. I guess maybe they forgot. But I'm definitely not bringing it up again.

I continued to help build a shelter with a bright blonde boy with a gentle face and caring eyes, gazing afar to Ralph who was leading people to areas where they are assigned duties, and Jack, who was gathering his choir to fetch food. I liked watching them, because they were so different, yet so alike in many ways, and it was interesting to compare and contrast them.

"Be careful," the boy whispered, lifting twigs onto the roof of the hut, avoiding eye contact.

I looked at him with enigma filling my face, and squinted my eyes.

"Of--what?"

"Your feelings, and what your head is going to tell you time after time, again and again. Take precaution, for your mind might fib, because deep down you want it to. Your head will make up many excuses for you to get what your heart's inner most desire is. "

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You'll understand."

With that, he lifted himself up and walked through the trees, beginning to find more sticks and palm tree leaves.

I stayed where I was, thinking really deep of what he meant by that. He seems like one of those psychic people with crystal balls that tell you your fortune. But he seemed very serious and worried for me. I carried on my task and began to hum a made-up tune. As I reached down for another thick twig, a hand picked it up for me and placed it on the hut. I looked up to see a smirking Jack, who was pulling things out of my hair.

"Thanks," I giggled, my face turning a deep burgundy.

"No problem."

Suddenly, Jack turned to yell at two of his choir members as they began horsing around.

"--It's almost sundown and we're not finished! Get moving you pansies!"

"Jack, calm down," I said, brushing my hand on his chest, "everyone's devastated as it is. No need to put any more people down. Let them have their fun. We have all day tomorrow to finish, okay?"

In a blink of an eye, Jack's mood took a huge reverse and he lightened up. He apologized to the boys and allowed them to play around for a few more minutes before heading back to work. It was a huge surprise that I had the power to soften him up.

He looked back at me and told me I was right. And at that very last moment, he gently laid his lips on mine.

Haha, originally, it was longer. But I shortened it to add drama. ;) Tell me what you think!