Bo stood at the entrance of the Garmon mines, humming cheerfully to himself. Small beads of sweat dripped from his sunny blond hair onto his freckled face, but the nineteen year-old didn't really seem to mind. It was an agonizingly hot day for fall, and Luke had sent Bo to look for 'this big gnarly root threatening the entrance of the mine.' However thrown off by Luke's use of the word 'threatening' Bo had been, he had wandered to the mine anyways. He'd been searching for a half-an-hour yet, and hadn't found a thing. The humming, sought to improve his mood, was beginning to do little for the boy. He was about to head back and scold Luke for his prank when he heard voices through the trees.

"Now, if you'll just follow me this way…"

Bo looked up from the tree he was examining, searching for the voice. His eyes caught on a two young women emerging from the trees. The first one, a green haired girl, was talking animatedly. The other, a short red-head, looked frighteningly bored. The green-haired girl looked up, her eyes lighting when she saw Bo.

"Bo!" She called.

"D-Do I…know you?" The carpenter looked at the green-haired girl with a new look of fright.

Perhaps realizing some twisted mistake, the girl frowned. "Oh. Um…yes? We met at that one place…at that one time…you know…with that one friend…"

"…Crazy Luke fangirl?"

The girl hung her head, muttering something like; "I'm not that crazy." Looking up, she flashed a bright smile. "But that's not the point here!" Shoving the redhead in front of her, she grinned. "Bo, meet Nami. Nami, Bo."

The red-haired woman rolled her eyes, but stuck out her hand anyways. "Nami." She greeted. "Sorry 'bout crazy stalker girl over there."

Bo shrugged. "It's okay. Luke get's them all the time. I'm Bo, but I guess you probably already picked up on that."

There was a silence, giving Bo an opportunity to look over Nami. She had short red hair, which she could pull of surprisingly well. Her sky blue-eyes gave little away, but some part of Bo knew they held a story. Nami dressed simply and functionally, which Bo could understand, but she also dressed like she had something to hide. Weird. She seemed so confident.

Nami's guide broke the silence. "Hey look! Nami and I were just about to go into the mines for a picnic! I packed an extra sandwich! Do you want to join us Bo?"

"If you guys…don't mind." Bo said, realizing that he had been getting just a bit hungry.

"Of course we don't!" The cheery girl said. "Now, come on! We don't want the grape crapes to get cold!"

The three began to walk towards the entrance before Bo realized that he hadn't caught the green haired girl's name. "What's your name?" He asked the guide.

The girl called over her shoulder with a sly smile; "Call me Sunny."

Bo's eyes adjusted to the darkness of the mines, scanning around for the red and green heads of Sunny and Nami. He found them easy enough, settled into a cozy niche in the corner of the mine. Bo was surprised to see Sunny already spreading out a checkered picnic blanket. With an extravagant arm motion like a five year-old presenting a play-dough meal to their parents, Sunny gestured to the picnic blanket. Both Bo and Nami sat down while Sunny buzzed around them, throwing sandwiches into their hands and crapes into their laps. Sunny grabbed a sandwich of her own, making a motion like she was about to sit down before her eyes lit up.

"Omigosh! Hey, would you two excuse me for a sec.? I totally forgot something!"

With a- was that a suggestive wink?- Sunny waltzed from their sites. The two sat there in momentary confused, both unsure of what had just happened. Bo took a bite from his sandwich- peanut butter, Nutella, and jelly- just the way he liked it. Through the darkness, Bo could jut see Nami picking at the edges of her crust. The boy ran his hand through his hair, a bit nervous. I should probably strike up a conversation now…Bo thought with a slight frown.

"So…Um…Nami…where are you from?" Bo asked between sticky sandwich bites.

"Here and there…" Was it Bo's imagination, or did her shoulder's tense up? "You?"

Bo gulped. "Well…same, really."

Nami's shoulders clearly dropped. There was another silence, besides the faint sound of hammers and sandwich smacking. Bo, still feeling it was his due time to speak, tried again. Briefly shuffling through his list of brain cards, he tried to pick something that wouldn't make him sound like an idiot.

"What do you do for a living? I'm a carpenter." Mission failed.. He sighed to himself.

Nami's shoulders tensed again, her blue eyes lighting with aggression. "Whatever I want, whenever I ?"

"Oh..uhm…no reason, really."

"Oh. Okay." The tension went slack from her shoulders, her expression almost apologetic. "Carpenter, eh? That's interesting."

Bo let out a breath of relief. As much as he would never admit it, Nami scared him. Just a little bit. "Yeah, my job…" Bo trailed off, thinking of a word to describe it. "-it's unique. The people more than the work."

Nami let out a small laugh. From any other girl, it would've sounded like a giggle. With Nami…it was just a soft laugh.

"People are weird creatures." She said softly.

Bo nodded, a bit shocked by Nami's sudden mood change but also happy that they had found familiar ground. "True. Some things people do…are just hard to understand."

Nami smiled. Bo couldn't help but smile back at her. See! He told himself. This isn't THAT hard. There was a silence, but unlike its forefathers, it was a comfortable one. Nami and Bo listened to the sound of the soft creaking rocks, the faint sound of hammers, and the crescendo of the rumble of rocks. Bo paused.

"Nami…do you hear that?"

The young woman tilted her head towards the sound, letting out a few curse words the writer would rather not repeat.

"Rock avalanche." She hissed.

As soon as she let out the words out of her mouth, the rocks came tumbling down around them. The first thing to go was the light from the entrance, but the rocks slowly began falling from the front to the back. Bo let out a yelp, but it was soon drowned out by the crashing of rocks. Nami stumbled over the picnic blanket, crawling closely next to Bo. His cheeks lit up with fire, but he quickly covered them in hope she wouldn't notice. Instead, she just happened to be facing him.

"What? We need to stick closely together."

Bo cleared his throat. "Oh…er…right." Bo's mind started moving at a faster pace. He didn't have time to stumble and bumble- he and Nami needed to stay safe. "We need to move to the right corner. There's less rocks there, and it gives a little bit more shelter."

Nami let out a sharp nod, and they both clambered to their feet. Before Bo could even gather his wits to do anything, Nami had a hold of his hand. His cheeks burning like fire, but unable to do anything about it, Bo grasped Nami's hand and led her through the rocks. They were falling harder now, the crashes getting louder. The ground beneath their feet trembled, like it was about to give away at any second. Bo dodged around rocks, blindly hoping he was going the right way and that Nami was still behind him. A particularly large rock crashed in front of him, but he side-stepped it quickly. Cursing the thick roof and hoping that Sunny had gotten out safely, Bo gripped Nami's hand even harder and thanked the Harvest Goddess she was still there.

With one tight squeeze of Nami's hand- Bo ran into the wall.

"Goddess Bo." Nami chuckled.

His cheeks flamed up once again. Trying to regain what little dignity he had left, Bo crouched down and rubbed his head with his free hand. Luckily, he had just gently smacked into the wall- if that was even possible- and the biggest injury he'd probably gotten was to his dignity. There was a quiet silence, as the rocks fell around them and Bo was glad for the wooden patch in the ceiling. As useless as it once might've seemed, it was probably saving two lives right now. Suddenly, a louder then normal crash interrupted the peace, and Nami let out a cry.

"Nami? Nami, are you okay?" Bo asked worriedly.

Bo lifted his arm, ready to search for her, when he realized his other arm was still holding her hand.

"I-I'm fine." Her voice was weak, and Bo had to strain to hear her. "I think…a rock…landed on my foot…"

Worry immediately sparked in Bo's heart. Sure, he'd only met Nami a whole of fifteen minutes ago, but Bo was a caring person. Using her hand as a guide, he inched his way closer to her until their shoulders were brushing. Trying to ignore the fact that she smelled like pine, or that his face felt like one of Yolanda's flaming knish-ka-bobs, Bo grasped Nami's hand as tight as he could.

"Show me where it hurts."

Nami let out an annoyed grunt of protest, and a little spark of doubt infiltrated Bo's caring nature. He wanted to help Nami, not annoy her.

"Fine." Nami let out a barely audible grunt of agreement.

Her hand led Bo's across her leg, reaching her right foot. On top of it was a rock, roughly the size of a basketball. Letting go of Nami's hand, Bo used all his tree cutting strength to lift the rock off her foot. It rolled away, and Nami let out a sigh of relief. Bo felt around for her foot gently, feeling her twisted ankle and her oddly bent toe. It felt like her ankle was jutted as well.

"How bad is it?" Nami asked.

Bo bit his lip. "Uhm…Well…It's not that bad…"

"Liar. I'm not an idiot. If it hurts this bad…"

Bo scooted back from Nami's foot, moving back closer to her. The boy thumbed his bottom lip, debating how much he stood tell Nami.

"It doesn't look good." Bo muttered, partially hoping Nami couldn't hear him over the constant falling of rocks.

"Well…honest enough, I suppose." She sighed audibly.

There was another silence. Why did this keep happening to them? At some points they seemed to get along swimmingly; at others silence- minus the sound of pounding rocks- filled the air between them. Bo took another long, deep breath. A rock fell to his right, and he subconsciously scooted out of the way. He was now pressed close to Nami who, much to his surprise didn't scoot away. Bo didn't move back, being that they're was a rock right besides him. They were now so close, Bo could hear Nami's ragged breathing. Her bare skin touched his, sending tingles up his spine. That's when he noticed it- she was really pretty.

Awful timing, perhaps. Yet what else did he have to focus on? However polite he was, Bo was still a teenage boy. Nami was so close to him now, he could smell her sweet and piney scent. Looking in her blue eyes, he noted what a pretty shade of blue they were. Her red hair was plastered to her forehead, but it somehow stayed in a perfect wind blown form. She was about his height, and had a slight form. Bo's cheeks heated yet again, thankful that Nami couldn't see him through the darkness.

More quiet. The rocks seemed to be falling softer now, more of a stream-like trickle. The rocks were pounding against the ground, less and less. They were quieter now, and you could actually hear the silence.

"I-Is it over?" Bo asked.

Nami looked around, swinging her head from side-to-side. Bo looked around with her, noting the rocks littering the ground- some piled on top of each other. The mine was so dimly lit, even more so than usually, meaning the entrance was blocked off.

"We should be okay now." She put her arm down, as if she was ready to get up. Nami winced instead, as though just remembering her foot. "Help me up?"

"Of course."

Bo scrambled to his feet, his shoulder brushing Nami's as he reached his feet. He immediately reached for her hand, getting down into a squatting position so not to hurt her ankle. Nami took firm hold of Bo's hand, and he pulled her up. She winced a little, but got quickly to her feet. Leaning against him, she shifted her weight to her other foot.

"We got through it…" Bo sighed-again.

Nami snorted. "Yeah, now all we have to do is get out."

"Oh…" Bo paused. "Guess I wasn't thinking about that."

"Neither have I. Still, we need to- "

She was cut off by scratches and noises, sounds like someone was sifting through a pile of rocks. A loud, achingly familiar voice cut through the empty silence.

"Yo! Bo! Red-haired chick!"

Nami huffed, annoyed, and muttered something under her breath. Bo was too ecstatic even to register the voices words.

"Luke!"

At his name, Luke came bursting through the mine entrance a green-haired girl following in suit. At the sight of Nami and Bo, Sunny squealed and ran at them. She threw her arms around Nami's neck.

"You guys are safe! Thank Goddess! I was so worried!"

"Y-You can…get off of me now…"

"Okay!" Sunny jumped off of Nami. Backing away, a frown appeared across her features. "Nami…what's wrong with your foot?"

Nami winced, as though she didn't like even talking about it. "Nothing. I mean…a rock landed on it. It hurt, but I'm fine."

A flash of guilt passed across Sunny's face, and she cleared her throat. "Nami! We need to get you to the clinic! You could really be hurt! Luke," She turned to the Carpenter, who had been uncharacteristically silent. She murmured something Bo couldn't hear. "You and Bo can go warn everyone about the mine. I'll take Nami to the clinic."

Nami gave Bo a regretful look, blinked, before limping over to Sunny's shoulder.

"Bye Bo." She gave him a small wave. "Been an experience."

Bo chuckled softly as Sunny led Nami out of the mine, fawning over her and leading her over the rocks. Ignoring the constant chatter of Luke, who had come over to him and began to talk, he watched Nami and Sunny go. Something felt wrong…off, even, but Bo was to worried to care.

How was it? It's been awhile since I've written anything but Drabbles and Poetry. Next chapter may take awhile- I just really wanted to get this up! Opinions wanted!