A/N: Once again another random chapter, i kinda went off on one. Since this story is about Reno i thought it might be an idea for the next chapter to actually have the real Reno in it as opposed to him just being in Rude's day dreaming. Anywho I hope you like this one.

Chapter 4. Beach

Elena asked me the other day, if I was trapped on a desert island and I could call over one person to stay with me, one person only to spend the rest of my life with, who would it be? Well I knew the answer to that one straight of. The name Reno automatically popped into my head. But wanted her to think I'd taken serious thought into it though, so I delayed a while.

"My best friend of course," I answered her smiling face.

"Really, Reno?" she looked kind of confused as she waited for my response. I just nodded. "But why?" I could tell she knew how harsh that must have sounded. "I mean doesn't he annoy you?" I nodded. "Torment you? Play harsh pranks? Insult your bald head like every day?"

"Yeah, but that's what makes him Reno." We both laughed a little at that, because we knew that that's why people love him, it makes him special. I know that I'd never change any of that.

If I had a dollar for every tear I've cried for you, though I'd never admit that outloud, I think we would be able to go to that island, or anywhere else you like. I don't mind where we go. But if someone gave me a dollar for every time you'd made me laugh or smile I could buy the world. I'd buy it for you.

I have this dream, well a daydream really of a clean white beach and a sparkling bluey green sea that makes a beat with it's waves. Then there's the sky, not blue but filled with warmth. Red, orange, pink, more red and not a dark cloud anywhere. White, green, red…

You are there and of course there's me leaning against a rock. Me looking at you and you simply staring out to sea. You stay like this for hours, just staring. You have a dog, a black and white husky, and he's crashing through the waves up ahead of us. You turn to me and smile, I try to pretend that I wasn't staring at you and really at the sea but of course you know. We start walking.

I wonder what would happen if we did ever end up on that island. It makes me laugh to think about it, which is partly the reason I am. Let's see… we'd need shelter, food and some form of entertainment. So picture it: Rude and Reno on a desert island. You'd be laid down on the sand drinking a beer and me asking you where the hell it came from and how you got it. You answer: 'because I'm cool.'

So there's the redhead laying down nice and relaxed staring into the sunset. Then there's me struggling with planks of wood and trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to build this shelter. Whilst at the same time finding you food and lighting that fire you asked for about half hour ago.

So I spend the rest of the day fetching you fruit coz it's all I can find. Later on we sit by the fire on the sand that I managed to light after lots of attempts, failed and laughed at. I start to eat, I'm hungry and tired after a hard days work. You complain and throw yourself face first into the sand … giving yourself something else to moan about.

"Rudie, what the hell is this?" "It's fruit it's dirty! I cant eat this crap."

"It's all that there is Reno. It's an uninhabited…"

"I got sand all in my hair aswell."

"Reno," you look at me, "go to sleep," I say as I turn to stare at the shore. Before I turn back to you you've already gone and you look so quiet and peaceful. 'Bless him…' I think to myself, 'all that work must have tired him out.'

Thinking now I'd be on a deserted island nobody knows where and probably with an extremely small chance of rescue. On the other hand I'd have a nice warm fire, a new exciting place to explore, no worries about work, a gorgeous view… and a Reno. For some reason, I have a feeling that I'd be ok.