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"Run, bitch, run!" Shawna yelled as the peach-haired boy chased after them. For a white -as in practically albino- boy, he ran fast!

After about five minutes of running around the island, he reached Shawna. She had kept slipping on Goddess only knows what, with her being a klutz and all. He had tackled her, and then rolled on the ground for a minute. When they came to a complete stop, he stifled a yelp, for he lay beneath her, and just so happened to roll onto a very, very sharp rock. He glared up at her giggling face as he propped himself up on his elbows. He tried not to wince, but didn't succeed.

"What are you giggling about?" he asked, slightly annoyed, but mostly confused.

Shawna giggled again before resting her head on the stranger's chest, pretending to fall asleep.

"Get off me, will you!" he grumbled. Shawna looked up.

"Why should I?" she asked in a voice that of a child.

"Because if you don't, I'll...cover you in uncooked pasta?," he replied, going back to his previous threat from their first meeting.

"Oh, I'm so scared. Look at me, I'm shaking," Phoenix drawled out sarcastically. He shot her a glare.

"What's your name?" He looked back at the girl who was still on top of him.

"Chase."

"I'm Shawna!"

Oh god, no no no. Phoenix recognized her friend's behavior as flirting. They'd be here all day.

"That's great. Can you get off me now?" Shawna laughed, shaking her head. He groaned.

Phoenix surveyed the current situation carefully. If it had been her that Chase had caught, he certainly would be yelling and screaming, and they probably would be in some sort of Texas-style-cage-fight -esque brawl. However, he caught Shawna, and they were having a somewhat-civil conversation. The brown-haired girl laughed evilly to herself. She could have some fun with this.

"So what do we have to do to repay for the damages?" Shawna asked him.

"Well, you can just leave me alone? I already painted over it."

"No fun!" Shawna pouted, poking him in the chest. "Is there anything? I feel bad."

Yes, despite how mean Shawna could be, guilt often overwhelmed her afterward. Unlike Phoenix, who just didn't give a damn what anyone thought.

Said brown haired girl's scoff went unnoticed as she stood there with her arms crossed.

"I'm a chef at the Sundae Inn. You could work there if you want? Help me with things around the kitchen and such if you'd like."

"If you wanted me to be your slave, you might has well have carried me to your house already, I mean, jeez. I'm not going to deny a hot guy his pleasure." His face flared up, and she laughed. "Calm yo' tits, bro. Fine. I'm fantastic at cooking, but Phoenix here. Well, she relies on microwave instructions. She's be better off as a waitress."

"I won't deny it," the brown haired girl laughed, shrugging her shoulders.

"That'll work. Now, can you please get off of me?"

"Seems you don't want me to…" Shawna smirked, motioning to her lower back. His hand was just resting there, almost naturally.

"S-Sorry," Chase mumbled, turning pink. He quickly removed his hand, placing it stiffly down by his side.

"Child, get off of him now," Phoenix interrupted Shawna's 'flirting' with the male, giving Chase a look of pure…hatred. There might be a small amount of tension between Mama Phoenix and the chef in the future... No one was allowed to be close enough to Shawna after her last boyfriend.

As Shawna went to stand up, and Chase went to sit up, she twisted her ankle and fell right back down, into his lap. He groaned, pain etched across his face. Shawna quickly stood up, shouting apologies. Chase sat there for a few more minutes with his eyes tightly closed. If there was anything Shawna did, it was hit males in their special no-no places, since things could turn out horribly.

"And here I thought you didn't have anything. Anyways, Shawna, you can do whatever. I'm gonna go meet people that aren't him." Phoenix walked off, no clue as to where she was headed.

As Chase regained his composure, he stood up shakily, obviously still in pain. Shawna helped him stand up straighter.

"I'm really sorry about that. I didn't mean to trip. I hope you're not too hurt. Oh, I'm terribly sorry." Shawna stopped when Chase patted her on the shoulder.

"Just shut up. It's fine. Now let's go. I was just on my way to work, anyways."

"Well then."

They spent the day at the Inn together, and Chase was surprised at how well she cooked. He smiled at her in approval, before taking another tray out. Since Phoenix was being lazy, as per usual, Chase was stuck doing her job on her first day.

Meanwhile, Shawna was in the kitchen, sitting on a chair by the stove. No one else was coming in, and it was almost closing time. Chase was busy cleaning dishes and such, and so she was deathly bored. She yawned, stretching out and rested her head on her arms. "Just gonna rest my eyes for a second..."

Eventually, she dozed off, probably dreaming about something completely ridiculous as per usual.

The peachy-haired man walked in, seeing this sight. He stared, before realizing that the burner wasn't turned off…which left him with an ultimatum: should he just leave her, or should he get her head away from the burner? He decided to go with the second option, grumbling to himself as he picked her up and put her over his shoulder. It was the end of his shift, so, he might as well go try to find the devil called Phoenix.

"Chase~" He groaned, shutting his eyes.

"Yes Maya?"

"Why don't you ever carry me anywhere? But you'll carry a complete stranger. That's so unlike you." She was right, he'd admit. He hated getting close to people in general, but there was just something about this girl. Something totally opposite of everything in Maya.

He shrugged in response, continuing to walk out the door of the Inn.

But there was a problem. No one could find Phoenix…or Kathy for that matter. Girls. They clicked right away, didn't they? Of course, since Phoenix was gone, the only key to their shack was gone, which meant that he had to put sleeping beauty somewhere.

So, instead of running around looking for Phoenix, he brought Shawna to his house, placing her on the bed and taking her shoes off so they wouldn't mess up his bed. Then, he decided to just stay in his clothes and got in next to her. Good thing he had a big bed, because there's no way he was sleeping on the couch. And there was no way he was letting her sleep on the couch, either. That thing was completely uncomfortable. So uncomfortable, it should be illegal.

Of course, since people shift during the night, Shawna woke up in the morning to find herself staring at a stain on the shirt of her co-worker and new friend, Chase. They were rather close, and she was squished against him, with his arm around her. Instead of freaking out about waking up next to someone she'd just met, and thinking about all the things that could have happened the night before, her eyes were glued to the stain. She yelped, waking the violet eyed boy next to her.

"Eww!" If there's one thing Shawna hated more than when people didn't use their blinkers, it was stains. Chase noticed how close they were, and picked his arm off her sheepishly, as she was trying to move it to get away from the stain.

"You have a stain on your shirt, too, you know," he mentioned, poking her shoulder. She screamed, and Chase clamped his hands over his ears, groaning.

"Get it off! Get it off!" He clamped his hand over her mouth, glaring at her.

"Shut up, will you? When I let go, you can't scream. It's obnoxious," he growled out. Shawna nodded.

"Well, I'm gonna make breakfast. You can do whatever, get ready. Bathroom's over there. After, we should go find Phoenix. Then we have to all get to work."

Shawna came out of the shower, using the towel to get most of the water from her hair. She was wearing one of Chase's white shirts. It was a simple, button up, three quarter sleeved shirt, but it was a bit long on her. She was wearing her jeans from the day before. As much as she hated it, she could suck that up, since none of his pants were going to fit her.

She walked out into the kitchen to find Chase leaning back in a chair. He had glasses on, and was reading the newspaper. He looked up when she walked out, trying to hold back his blush by scrunching his face up. The sight of Shawna in his shirt was odd to him. A girl he'd just met, now worked with, had been in his bed, and now in his clothes. This was so unlike him, really. If it were Maya, or anyone else on the island for that matter, he would've just left them at the Inn.

"Do I look stupid?" she asked, looking down and playing with the hem of the shirt. Chase shook his head vigorously.

"No, no. You look fine. I mean, you don't look bad. You look... You don't look stupid." Shawna laughed, taking a seat across from him.

She knew he felt awkward, so she decided to mess with him. "I knew you wanted to sleep with me."

The orange juice Chase had just sipped went all over the newspaper he was holding, and he coughed, turning a bright shade of red.

"Oh my goodness, son. Take a joke for once," she laughed. "Anyways, I didn't know you wore glasses."

"I wear contacts usually. Are you going to eat?" he asked. Shawna shrugged.

"I'm not much of a breakfast person, but I'll have some toast, I suppose. I like you in glasses." Chase smiled awkwardly at her.

"Anyways, I should call Phoenix once we finish, huh?" He nodded, and they sat in silence as Shawna finished her piece of toast.

...

"I must have left my phone in the house. Mind if I use your phone?" Shawna asked. Chase pointed to the counter, where a small cell phone sat.

Dialing the number, she waited as the phone rang.

"Hello?" came a confused voice on the other end.

"Yo. It's Shawna."

"Oh my god! Where were you last night?" Phoenix shouted on the other end of the line.

"I got drunk with Chase and we came back to his house to have a one-night stand," Shawna said as seriously as she could. Chase, who'd just taken a sip of orange juice, did a spit take. He gawked at her. He'd really have to get used to this girl.

"You what?" Phoenix screamed.

"Relax! I'm kidding!" Shawna laughed.

"Well, where are you now?" Phoenix asked.

"Chase's. Head over to Sundae Inn. You have work today miss." Then Shawna hung up.

"Jesus, and here I thought you were an innocent, shy girl!" Chase exclaimed, pouring more orange juice into his glass.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, dude."

They met Phoenix at the Sundae Inn, and she was scowling. As soon as she saw Shawna, she walked over, glaring daggers.

"Why didn't you come home last night?" she demanded.

"Well, I guess I fell asleep in there, and Chase couldn't find you, so he brought me to his house. It's not like anything happened. Unless you count in the shower this morning..." Shawna held out her arm as Phoenix went to go hit Chase, who backed away, now also glaring at Shawna. "Kidding, kidding!"

"Are you trying to get me killed?" Chase grunted.

"You...You're wearing his shirt! I'm going to kill you she-male!"

"Whoa there, Phoenix. I asked him if I could wear it. You're lucky I even got into my pants from yesterday." Shawna had once again stepped in front of Chase to block him from Mama Phoenix. A very upset Mama Phoenix, at that.

"I'll let it go this time..." Phoenix grumbled. The redhead smiled as Chase let out a sigh of relief. Shawna grabbed his hand and pulled him into the kitchen. Phoenix began to follow, asking what she was supposed to do.

Twenty minutes later, Phoenix was wearing an apron and had a pad and pen. She saw the blue haired boy she met the day before at the bar, named Luke, and decided to take his order first.

"Can I get you anything?" she asked him. He smiled at her.

"Uhm…Mahi-Mahi with a bottle of mayonnaise. Oh! And water." He ordered. Phoenix wrote it down, nodding, and walked back to give to Shawna. Shawna was cooking and working as a waitress too. Of course, the outfit didn't fit right, making it especially short, and she was afraid to bend down. So she was slow, trying not to drop anything. For a klutz, she was pretty good at this thing.

When Phoenix brought the check out to the blue haired boy, she wrote her number on it, winking at him. They laughed.

As Luke was walking out to leave, he turned to wave at Phoenix, and he ended up running into a pole. Smooth like Bond…

Meanwhile, in the kitchen with Chase and Shawna…