"Um…. Maybe it was the other beach I was thinking of," I said, trying to stall for time.

Enrique was growing angrier every moment we had to turn around. Finally, he had enough.

"IF YOU ARE TRYING TO TRICK ME, I SHALL HAVE YOU AND YOUR TWO OTHER FRIENDS IN THE TREE HOUSE KILLED!" he screamed at me.

My eyes widened in fear as I realized I could stall no longer.

"This way," I murmured, again heading into the jungle.

We came to where Davy, Micky and I had been kidnapped. I wasn't too sure where to go from there, but I continued forward. I hoped that we would come to that tree Carrie had been talking about.

I heard something to my left and glanced there. I thought I saw a flash of green; perhaps a snake—or a guy wearing a green, wool hat.

"What is that?" Enrique pondered aloud. He and Carlos went to investigate it.

Suddenly, Mike and Carrie jumped out of the bushes and stated attacking Enrique and Carlos. Soon we were all chasing each other.

Peter suddenly came and said, "What's going on?" Carlos took a swing at him, and Peter said, "Don't do that."

I was able to get out of the way of the scuffle. I grabbed Peter's arm and dragged him back to the tree house.

"Davy and Micky are stuck in there, and we have to get them out!" He nodded and we tried to figure out the code for the padlock.

I thought for a second, until Peter waved a piece of paper in front of me.

"What's this?" I asked, and then I saw that it was the script. "Oh."

I looked down at the branch I was standing on. It had the numbers 1, 9, 4, and 8 carved into it.

"Quick!" I said, and Peter turned the numbers on the combination lock to match the numbers on the branch.

Smoke poured out of the tree house. Peter and I put our hands over our noses and crouched down.

Oh no, I thought as I saw a little bird that had been sitting on a tree limb a foot away fall to the ground. Enrique must've pushed the button and… NO! DAVY! MICKY!

I jumped up and tried to climb into the tree house. I coughed as I dragged myself up onto the floor of the house.

"Davy! Micky! Please, Lord, let them be alive!" I cried out as I looked through the clearing smoke substance to see two slumped, motionless forms.

No, I thought desperately as the last of the smoke cleared and Peter climbed into the house.

I crawled over to Davy's motionless figure. "Wake up… Please Davy…"

I shook his body as the tears flowed down my cheeks. Peter went over to Micky and tried to get him up.

"They aren't moving, Cathy," Peter said after a while. He had tears in his eyes, as well, but for the emotional type, he was handling this well…

"I'm not giving up," I insisted. He shrugged.

I blinked through my tears and then looked at Davy's face. His eyes weren't open.

"Not you," I whispered. Then, I noticed it: he was breathing, yet faintly.

I didn't know what to do. CPR? Mouth-to-mouth? What do I do? I thought frantically.

Peter exclaimed, "Hey, Micky's breathing!" He paused, "But he's not breathing that much."

"No," I muttered. I suddenly figured out what to do.

I bent down over Davy and gave him mouth-to-mouth. Just as I'd suspected, he snapped up immediately to the touch of my lips.

"Cath-Cathy?" he said.

"Wait," I ordered. I got up and tried the same thing on Micky. Bingo! It worked.

Note to self: if Davy or Micky ever faint, just use that to get them up, I thought.

Davy had sat up and was looking at me funny. Peter had started bouncing around the tree house happily. Micky was in the state of shock.

As for me, I kind of felt like falling over, which is what I did.

"Whoa, there," Davy said, jumping up and catching me. I smiled at him weakly. He almost tried to kiss me, but I jumped out of his arms, saying, "Look, Carrie and Mike are down there fighting Enrique and Carlos. We have to go, like, now!"

"W-what?" the two who I'd just resuscitated asked.

Peter and I grabbed them and explained everything as we rushed down the tree and to where we'd left the fight.

What we found were almost beat-up group who were still fighting. With the help of Davy, Micky, and me (Peter was against fighting), we finished of Enrique and Carlos. Not that we killed them, just knocked them out.

We dragged them to the beach and tried to figure out what to do with them.

"I say throw 'em off a cliff," Micky piped up.

Davy thought for a moment. "I say, wasn't there a boat or something in that tree house?" he suddenly said.

So, we decided to put them in the boat (with oars) and send them out to sea. We watched them float away on the green-blue waves.

I turned around and sighed. We were still stuck on this island.

"Catherine!" Carrie yelped from behind me. She ran up to me.

"What?" I asked.

She looked behind her and then whispered, "I think we have some choices to make."

I gave her an exasperated look. "I'm not ready yet!"

"The boys are waiting to find out who's gonna be with who, though."

I sighed and buried my face in my hands. "If this keeps up, I'm going with Mike!" I looked up at Carrie.

Her eyes burned with anger. "Don't. Ever. Say. That."

I blinked, and then smirked. "I assume you've chosen already?"

She took a deep breath. "I guess I have."

I nodded.

It was time for me to make my decision.

Davy or Micky? Davy or Micky? I pondered.

Finally, I had my answer. I turned back to the boys and poked Micky and Davy on the back.

"I've decided."