Kendall's POV:

Twenty minutes later, she was laying lifelessly in the sand while I performed CPR on her. After performing CPR for a good two minutes, she began to cough up the salty seawater. She

opened her eyes and looked up at me. That was the moment where I decided to just let her rest in the lawn chair for a while. The people were concerned, but I gestured that we needed a

little bit of privacy. They understood and got back to their own business.

"Hey," I said, leaning over to Jo's lawn chair. She had been sleeping, so she opened her eyes at the sound of my voice.

"Hey," Jo smiled.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Yeah," She replied. "I'm sorry for getting lost out there. I guess I kind-of gave you a heart-attack."

"No... but you were a little bit close." I laughed half-heartedly. She was silent for a moment.

"I have a question," She said.

"What is it, babe?" I replied, grabbing her hand and rubbing the back of her thumb with mine.

"Can we pack up and head back?" She asked.

"Sure," I said with a whole-hearted smile.

I got up and looked at the way she was shivering. I peeled my damp towel of my lawn chair and spread it out over her. She smiled at the gesture and pulled me down to peck my lips.

After a while, I had everything packed up. I had my flip flops, shirt, and sunglasses on. Jo sat in the lawn chair, slowly dosing off. I woke her up by gently shaking her. She opened her

gorgeous eyes, and motioned for me to pick her up. I picked her up and carried her out to the car. She was still covered with my towel, which was now wet. As we neared the car, she pecked

my cheek with a sweet kiss. I let her sit in the car while I called my Mom to aware her of what happened.

"Hello?" My Mom asked.

"Hey, Mom? I have some news to tell you..." My voice trailed off.

I told her what had happened, she was scared for us and suggested that we head back immediately. I told her that's what we were doing, but that I had to run back and grab the lawn chair

and the wet towel she had left behind. After hanging up the phone, that's exactly what I did.

Soon enough, we were back at the Palmwoods, riding the elevator up to her apartment. Jo was leaning her head on my shoulder. A few minutes later, we were in her apartment, lying on the

couch. I was leaning up against the arm of the couch, and Jo was lying down on me. We were covered up with two big, bulky blue blankets. Jo was softly snoring against my chest. My

stomach growled for the fifteenth time already. I again woke Jo up by gently shaking her. She put her chin up on my chest so she could look at my face. I kissed her forehead.

"I was thinking we could go grab a bite to eat," Jo smiled sleepily. "after hearing your stomach growl for the seventy-eigth time."

"Either that or I could swing by Arby's or Taco Bell and grab us something; we could eat it here if you want." I said.

"Arby's sounds good," Jo smiled.

"Then Arby's it is," I replied with a goofy grin. "but, doll, you're going to have to get up."

"I know," She yawned as she stretched her arms beside me.

"So what do you want from Arby's?" I asked.

"Any salad that has ranch on it, and if they have it-Peach Tea to drink. But if not, Dr. Pepper." She replied.

"Okay, babe. I'll be right back." I said, lifting myself off of the couch.

Jo got up and went into the bathroom while I grabbed my car keys to go get the food. After going on a wild goose chase to find the nearest Arby's, I came back to the Palmwoods and

entered 4G with my car keys in my left-hand pocket, a Dr. Pepper and a Peach Tea in my right arm, and two Arby's sacks in my left hand. I kicked the apartment door with my foot. Jo ran up

and opened the door and took one of the sacks in one hand and one of the drinks in the other. She set them down on the black marble island in the middle of her apartment's kitchen. After

we sorted through the food and found out which food was who's, we went over to the couch to eat. She looked at me as she sat down beside me.

"Do you wanna pray?" Jo asked.

"Sure," I replied. I began my own silent prayer. Jo playfully pushed me.

"You know what I meant," She smiled. I began the prayer.

"Dear God, I just want to thank you for this food we are about to eat, and also for my amazing girlfriend, Jo Taylor. She is such a blessing to me. Please help her to feel better in the next few

days-I mean hours-from being caught in the rip tide at the beach today. She is quite a fighter, and I thank you for that. I love her so much! But, anyways... please bless this food into the

nourishment of our bodies. In Jesus' name, amen." I finished.

"Good job," Jo smiled. "that was better than last time!"

"Hey, I'm not responsible for that tomato sauce on your Dad's shirt-he slammed his hand down too fast!" I laughed.

Jo flipped the T.V. on, and we began watching some unheard of reality show. I unwrapped my roast-beef-and-swiss-cheese sandwich and began to eat it. As I watched her eat her salad

topped with ranch dressing, I realized what a beauty she was. No one in Los Angeles, California could ever love me better than the chocolate-eyed, blonde-haired, talented girlfriend I had

sitting beside me. I stared at her lovingly as she alternated between sipping her Peach Tea and eating her salad. After she finished eating, she eyed my curly fries and cheese sauce. She

glanced between me and the fries several times.

"You want some?" I asked. "you can have them if you want them, I'll eat some potato chips."

"You sure?" She smiled.

"Positive," I replied, handing her the curly fries and cheese sauce. "dig in, Mistress Jo."

"Thanks, babe." She smiled. "I love you."

"I love you more," I replied with a loving smile.

"I love you most." She said, ending her sentence with a passionate kiss on my lips.