Day Three;

Evaluate your resources

Do you have a source of fresh water? Do you have a long range radio, satellite phone, or other means of communication? Are there other people? People, if managed correctly, can be your greatest resource.

Bright sunshine peekeed its way over the shooting shelter Nick has made yesterday. I open one eye, finding it hard to look through the yellow sun. I cover my eyes with my hands, groaning mentally as everything settles in.

I turn on my side, trying to close my eyes and lule myself back to sleep thinking if I sleep everything else will become a dream and in a matter of seconds I'll find myself waking up to my alarm, like I always do.

"Morning sunshine." Nick says cheerply to me as enters the small shelter. I can see his feet are covered with sand. He's been at the beach probably, and I arch an eyebrow questionly.

What has gotten into him?

"Why are you this awfully cheerful this morning?" I ask, suspicion is abled to trace as

I sit up.

Okay, so I've seen my share of naked torsos –my room is coated with shirtless men posing on posters with surfer boards or even presenting a new men fregrance, and it's not like I like Nick or anything but when I look up I almost gasp out loud.

He's standing in front of me, one of his hands on his hips the other behind his back, his shirt carelessly by my feet –I now conclude –his gorgeous six pack open for the world.

Or better say for me since no one else is around.

I swallow deep, suddenly it's hard to find words at the back of my throat.

"I give you three guesses!" Nick says with a smug smile applying to his lips. I groan, closing my eyes in what I hope is fake annoyance. I can't let him know that his chest is making me nervous. Or at loss of words.

I take a deep breath, then peek through the one of my eyes. Yep, he's still bare-chested. Fuck. I shake my head slightly and then fake a smile, hoping and praying to God that he buys it. For some reason, Nick doesn't realise how tongue-tied I am.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he looks impossibly happy about something. I lean my head kind of left and trace my eyes over his body. God, where the hell has he been hiding this body?

"C'mon hurry up!"

I look up, "Huh?" I ask, confused by his outburst. What is he talking about? Oh, God please let it not be that he's been saying something while I've been too closed-minded with his body to manage to think about his words!

"Okay, okay I'll help you," He says like he's making me a huge favour. For all I know he might be. "It's made of wood!" He says thriumphally and my eyes fall on his muscled arm that is hiding something behind him.

I pretend to think, I even frown and do my best to mimic Selena's thoughtful face but to be honest I'm focused on a twich his shoulderblades are making.

He looks like a jock! How much does he train to be in such a shape?

"Miley?" Nick suddenly kneels in front of me and takes my face in his hands. "Are you okay?" He asks, worried.

I push him away and make a fake laugh. "Yeah, I was just thinking really hard about that thing you've made."

On that cue it's like he remembers why he even came to get me and then starts tapping his hand against the ground behind him without turning around. I watch as his face breaks into a gorgeous smile as he takes the object in his hand.

I sigh. "Okay, I give up. Show it to me." If I can be honest, I have no idea what the hell it is that that makes him this radiant, and I honestly expect anything but when he steps away and lets me see what he's been hiding I gasp.

And then I start laughing.

"Thanks," Nick says sarcastically, "thanks a lot." He turns on his heels and is about to run away when I catch his ankle in my hand. The same second I let it go because a sudden bolt of energy runs through me.

We both look at each other.

I push to sit up and cross my legs in front of me. I point to the stick in his hand. "Uhm, so why would we need that?" I try to act casual, but I think my voice fails me.

But when I mention the spear he's holding, his whole face brightens again and he proudly shows it to me. "To catch fish, of course!" He says like it's the most normal thing in the world, to catch fish I mean.

I arch my eyebrow again, this time not laughing but wanting to cry a little. He's gonna catch fish? "You're sixteen. Have you ever caught fish before?" I ask, not really sure if I want to know the truth.

"First off, I'm seventeen," He says and I roll my eyes. "Second off, I'm gonna at least try, we gotta eat something today."

"And how do you know they won't come for us in a few mintues?"

Nick gives me a look, then lets the spear drop to the floor and rasies his arms. "Do you see the damn rescue team?" He shouts, making me flinch.

"No," I whisper.

"Then we gotta survive. And you know what I'm going to do? I'm gonna go catch fish now." With that he turns on his heels and marches down the beach, his feet leaving deep footprints in the sand.

I stand up and slowly walk towards a near palm tree. I lean my head against it and watch as Nick's cute ass bends down, pointing his spear towards the water. I giggle softly, thinking how I could've never imagined that the leather jacket wearing Nick would be fishing.

And how I'd be the living witness of it.

About almost half a day later, I'm sitting next to Nick on the beach. He hasn't caught any fish, and now we're left to eat fruit.

"We're low on our water supplies." I comment as Nick hits a coconut with a rock, ripping it in two pieces.

I watch as he brings a piece to his mouth and sniffs it, then places it back down. He looks up at me with a small smile, "I hate coconut." He says, laughing silently.

I roll my eyes and grab one of the halves and sip at it's juice. "It's my favourite fruit, " I whisper. Nick makes a face and I laugh, for the first time in hours feeling like everything just might be okay.

"About the water supplies," He grabs an apple instead and bites on it, "we'll go together."

I reach and take a bite of it before he can react. But he doesn't do anything. He just bites on the part where there is a footprint of my teeth, and chews silently not commenting on anything.

We sit there on a piece of a wood for what feels like hours, but I can tell it's been only minutes. Then, finally when our 'lunch' sets in, Nick stands up and offers me his hand to help me up.

I take it and with a squeal I'm standing on my feet, giggling as Nick makes another funny face. Then my eyes fall onto his now shirt covered upper body and I have to remind myself I'm not supposed to be thinking about how ripped his muscles are. He's Nick for crying out loud!

"So..." Nick claps his hands in front of him casually but I can tell he's nervous about something. I try really hard not to notice the way my hand instinctivly reaches for his when we enter the high looking grass. Again, he doesn't comment and I feel greateful.

"Yeah," I say, laughing at the awkwardness of this whole thing. I bend down as we step through a small wooden object then continue up the small hill, towards the waterfall.

Nick turns to me with a small smile, "We should look around the island and see if anything's here. Someone must've got stranded here too. Maybe they left something."

"I'm not going to go look for dead people, you go ahead but I'd rather let worms eat me alive." I state, shaking my head at the disgusting ideas that pop up in his head. Yuck. I'm not here for adventure, I'm here because some straight-ass jackass bumped into me and I fell into the water.

"Drama queen." I hear him mutter. I come closer to him and arch an eyebrow.

"Repeat what you said."

He turns his head to me and gives me an innoncent smile. "I didn't say anything."

"You called me a drama queen!"

Nick looks at me like I'm crazy. "I have no idea what your saying," For a moment I think I've heard him wrong, but then his lips twist up in a small smirk and I know he said it.

"Jerk!" I cry, slapping his chest.

He steps away and holds his hand up with a smile. "Sorry, sorry." I bump my shoulder and he steps away a perch of laughter escaping his lips. I watch in awe as a pair of perly white teeth come unshadowed for the first time. Who would've guessed Nick would have such an amazing smile?

"Hey, " I suddenly turn towards him, an idea popping into my head. "Do you remember that English project all lower classmen had to do last year?" I ask, popping my hands on my hips.

Nick looks dazed for a second but then he smiles slightly as if a memory comes racing into his mind, "Yeah, yeah. Something about surviving if you ever get lost, right?"

I nod, smiling at how I didn't think about this earlier. "Well, I remember I read on Wikipedia that the first thing you should do is find a source of water—"

"Wikipedia?" Nick asks, laughing. "Don't you know you should never, ever trust Wikipedia?"

I point a finger at him, "If I remember correctly you said yourself that the first thing we should do is find water and shelter. That's exactly what it said on Wikipedia."

He shrugs and continues walking beside me. "By all means then, continue."

I giggle, it sounds so foreign. I mean I'm stuck on an island for crying out loud, with a guy everyone is afraid of and I'm giggling. Giggling.

"Well, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted—"

"Lame joke," Nick shoots at me with a smile. I make a small 'o' with my mouth letting out a small gasp.

"Jerk," I call back at him, bumping my shoulder with his once again.

"Sorry, continue continue." He smirks and pushes his hands into his front pockets.

I sigh, "Anyway, there was an article, I exactly remember, and it said that if you ever get lost or stranded somewhere, you should look for some sort of communication. Like radio or satelite maybe..."

Nick nods, giving me a ressuring smile. "Good thinking, Stewart." He gives me a fist to bump with mine. "Doesn't surprise me though, you look like a brainac."

I laugh, this time not feeling offended at all. I try to reply with something smart but the sound of the waterfall makes my lips stretch in a smile. I hurry past Nick and with one single jump I step onto the green grass that surrounds the waterfall we've found yesterday.

I grin, my eyes shining with happiness as I watch the most beautiful place in the world continue with it's life as if I'm not there to distrup it's nature way of living.

"It seems to be farther away today..." Nick says as he steps next to me, breathing heavy. I give him a slight push and we start walking down a rocky path until we come so close to the water that you can smell it.

I crunch and plunge my hand into the crystal clear blue water. It feels heaven-like.

"It looks really tempting." Nick comments as he kneels down beside me. I can still smell his aftershave, which suddenly reminds me of home, of the life that is waiting for me when we get back.

And the mere thought of me having fun like I'm on some sort of a road trip while my family and friends worry about me makes me feel sick and disgusted. I push away from the water, feeling that coconut pushing up.

I'm scared. And I feel so damn sick of being scared!

I hear Nick twisting the cap of the water bottle we've taken with us. "You up for a swim?" Nick asks, I can trace the eagerness and happiness in his voice. This is sick. We can't be happy stranded on an island!

"No," I answer sharply. "We should head back. The sun will set soon." I stand up and brush away some grass that stuck on my shorts.

Nick looks almost hurt for a moment, but I decide it's better not to care. He's Nick, we can never be friends. We're just two people in the same shitty situtation and we need to help each other out so we can survive.

That's it. End of story.

There is no feelings involved, there is no chemistry. There is only the sun that must've hit me pretty hard in the head for me to even think we could be friends let alone something more.

The attraction I feel is only that: an attraction.

And that's all it'll ever be.

"Alright then," Nick says as he walks by me. I watch with a hollow feeling inside me how he disappears behind green leaves, leaving me completely alone; a total contrast of feelings than the ones I've felt just a few minutes ago.

I watch as Nick lifts the last wooden plank and sets it onto the ground in front of me. He fishes for the lighter inside his pocket and then with one single click and a touch of the wooden plank a fire lights the whole shelter.

I feel kind of guilty for pushing him away earlier, especially because he's been distant and silent since then as well. But I think it's better for us to be partners and not friends. Friends involve feelings, and feelings just make things messy.

Besides, I have a hunch the rescue team will be here in the morning and the next time I'll go to sleep it'll be on my comfty bed in my room.

I'm sure of it.

"Are you cold?" He asks as he sits down next to me. But it's not as close as it was yesterday.

I shake my head. I am cold, though. But not because of the temperature.

"You're shaking," He comments and then slides closer to me, and throws an arm around my shoulders making me lean my head on his shoulder. I realise I am shaking, again not because of the cold of air but more because of how scared I am.

I push away from him a bit and reach for the small rock that lays next to the spot that I sleep on. I take it and with a small white rock I draw another line. Day three has passed.

Three days and they still didn't find us. What if they never do?

With that thought I lean back into Nick and he places his head over mine, and I swear I can hear his heart beat. And somehow, that makes all of this alright. I'm not alone, I have Nick and I can't be more fortunate than that.

And in that moment I stop shaking.

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay. And I'm sorry for grammar mistakes: there are probably plenty of them, but I just don't have time to correct them right now since I should be studying! Please look over them. Question: What do you think, is Miam over or not? :D