"Wwake up landdwweller."

The toe of a shoe prods you in the back. You hiss and scramble away, jumping into a crouched position. You look up to see the face of a certain asswad staring down at you condescendingly.

"Somewwone's feelin' jumpy." He says, smiling slightly.

You flip him off and fall back onto your heels, suddenly dizzy from waking up too quickly.

Eridan reaches down and places his hand on your shoulder.

"Are you ok?" He asks.

You smack his hand away.

"Don't touch me dunkass." You say, baring your teeth.

He snarls and crosses his arms.

"Wwhatewer."

You rub your eyelids in exasperation. That was the best sleep you've had in sweeps and he ruined it. Judging by the darkness of the sky, it's been a while since sundown, so you guess it is a suitable time to wake up. Still, you can't help feeling a little dejected.

"What do you want fish-face?" You snap.

Eridan averts his eyes from you and reaches into his pocket.

"I thought you might be hungry." He mutters, tossing something on the sand in front of you.

You pick it up. It's a grubsteak sandwich, wrapped in plastic. You unwrap it quickly, tossing the plastic aside. The grubsteak is slimy and the yeast loaf slices are soggy and the whole thing smells like seawater, but you scarf it down anyway, grateful that you have something to satiate your hunger.

You swallow the last bite, not completely satisfied. Your digestion sack is still not full.

"Here." Eridan says, tossing you a peach. You catch it and sink your fangs into it without hesitating. It too tastes like seawater but somehow the saltiness compliments the sweetness in a surprisingly tasty way.

You finish it quickly and toss the pit away, licking the sticky, sweet juice off of your fingers. You freeze as you notice Eridan looking down at you in contempt.

"What?" You ask. He shakes his head.

"Disgusting landscum." He says, shuddering slightly.

"Yea well fuck you too." You say, resuming your finger licking.

Eridan catches your wrist before you can lick the last one and runs his own tongue along it, staring you directly in the eyes as he does.

When you realize what just happened, you yank your arm away and hold it to your chest as if he could take it away from you.

"What the fuck was that?" You ask, jumping to your feet.

You can feel your face burning up. Shit. You can't let him see you blush. You grab the neck of your torn, sand crusted shirt and pull it all the way up over your nose.

"What are you doing?" He asks, completely ignoring your question. He steps closer.

"Get away from me you sick fuck!"

You turn and run, stumbling clumsily in the sand. Eridan doesn't follow you, but you keep running. You don't look back until you are far enough away that the spot you slept in is merely a pinprick in the distance. You fall to your knees, panting heavily. You know the blood is rushing to your face.

That was close. Too close. You don't usually like hanging around other trolls, even your friends. If you get even the smallest cut or cry a single tear, even if you get too flustered, it's all over.

"Fuck!" You scream, grabbing a handful of sand and throwing it. You breathe heavily, wanting to punch something but knowing that it would only result in you hurting yourself.

Your breathing slows gradually. You fall back on your rear and burry your head in your arms.

Fucking Eridan. That sexually frustrated douche bag has got to stop invading everyone's personal space. Particularly yours.

You grit your teeth in frustration. You still have to find a way off of this island, which means talking to him. You figure you can put it off for a while though. You're really not in the right shape to talk to anyone right now.

A hand on your shoulder interrupts your thoughts.

"Are you alright Kar?"

Fuck. You take a deep breath, making sure your face has cooled down completely, before looking up at him calmly.

"I thought I told you not to fucking touch me." You say, shrugging off his hand. You push yourself to your feet, attempting to brush the sand off of your clothes but failing miserably. There is sand everywhere. You are never getting this stuff off.

Eridan watches you.

"You knoww," he says, "I could bring you some clean clothes."

You bite back the insult that dances on the tip of your tongue.

"That would be helpful." You admit.

He nods, sticking his hands in his pockets. You rub the back of your neck awkwardly.

"Hey." You say. "Thanks."

He looks at you quizzically, pushing up his hipster glasses.

"For wwhat?"

"For coming back."


Ok. 'Nother chapter. I have been going REEEEEEEEEALLLY slow with this one. Oops. It's just not flowing as well as boredstuck did. Also I have other ideas for other stories which I am forcing myself to supres so that I can finish this one. And that is frustrating. XD Oh well! It shouldn't be a big deal. :)