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FREDDIE'S POV

I heard Sam screaming outside, and whatever she was doing, I wasn't about to miss that! I looked just in time to see Sam's mom reach out and slap her. Everyone held their breath, but Sam just turned and ran away.

Wait! She isn't supposed to be out on the deck!

I pushed past Carly and Gibby and chased after Sam. I found her pretty quickly, in almost the same spot as before. I guess I know where to look for her from now on.

"You know, you shouldn't be out here." I say, raising my voice to be heard over the rain.

Sam whips around, her soaked hair clinging to her face and neck. She has a look on her face that would normally make me turn and run, because I know she wants to hurt somebody.

"Freddie, go away. I don't want to be bothered right now." She shouts, because the rain and waves only seem to get louder.

I take a couple steps towards her. "I'm not going back unless you come with me. I know you're angry but it's just not safe to be out here."

"I know, I almost tripped and broke my nose on the way down. This deck gets really slippery!"

"So come on. Let's get you from the cold," I say, holding my hand out to her. She pushes it away and turns to face the rail again. "Sam, you're gonna get sick!"

"What do you care? Go back, cause I'm not leaving with you!" She yells, but I can barely hear because she isn't facing me. I walk right up behind her, until a huge wave knocks me into her. She leans over the railing and screams, trying to pull herself back up.

"Jesus, Freddie!" Sam continues to scream as the wave keeps shifting the boat. The rain is in my eyes and I can't see a thing, but I reach blindly for her hand.

Next thing I know, I hear a splash and Sam, screaming as if she were being murdered. In a desperate attempt to find something to pull her up, I run over to the edge of the boat. I kicked something really hard and I'm fighting the pain before Sam yells and I'm being dragged into the water by my foot.

But it doesn't stop there. Once I hit the water, I just keep going down. I accepted right there that this is how I would die, when I feel something else. I feel someone tugging my shoe off, and my foot sliding free of something wrapped around it.

I surface and look around, seeing a figure pop up next to me. Even though it's too dark and rainy to distinguish who it is, I know its Sam. I'm not that stupid.

"What happened?" I yell.

"What the hell do you think happened? And nobody knows we're overboard, we're gonna die out here!"

"No, no we're not. Look around, do you see anything that could help?"

"The ship that's driving away from us, Freddie!"

"Ugh! Just swim that way!" I yelled. It was pretty dark, but I thought I just made out a small lump on the horizon. Whatever it was, it was worth a shot.

About an hour later, Sam and I dragged ourselves up onto the island, exhausted. The rain stopped ten minutes ago, but it was still dark.

"My legs are on fire!" Sam complained.

"Mine too, but we can't just sleep here on the shore. Please just… at least walk up under that tree!"

"I can't."

"Sam!"

"I really can't, Freddie! I'm wearing jeans, you're wearing pajamas that you rolled up! I can't even move my legs right now!"

I sighed, and with the last remaining strength I had, I picked her up. It was maybe twenty steps up to the tree, and Sam was out like a light. I felt like passing out too, but instead I just placed her under the tree and laid down next to her.

I didn't have a lot of time to think before I let sleep take over, but I thought about how we were gonna do this. I mean, we needed to survive!

I decided that, even though I'd probably be more scared than she would, I needed to pretend everything was okay, so neither of us freaked out too much.

I awoke the next day, with my arm draped over Sam's waist, pulling her against me. Oh, awkward. I got up and looked at her. I felt really bad that she had to wear those jeans, but what was I gonna do?

I decided that I would try and find some food until she woke up and then we would explore the island. I mean, maybe it's not even an island, and we're back in Hawaii? I seriously doubt that though, because we were on the water for hours, we were probably far, far away from Hawaii.

I found a pineapple plant about twenty meters back into the trees, and brought one back to find Sam awake and down by the shore. She was just looking out at the water, with her arms wrapped around her legs.

"Sam!"

She whipped around. "Freddie? You're here?"

"Uh… yeah?"

"Where'd you get the pineapple?"

"Uh, back there. This is… this is breakfast."

We got the fruit open with a large rock and ate it silently. I started conversation.

"So, that really happened."

"I guess it did." She says, looking at me. She put another bit of pineapple in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. "You know we're probably gonna die here. And I'm gonna have to kill you for pushing me overboard."

"You should at least keep me around for a while, I could… ward off bears… you know, in case you get scared?"

Sam snorts. "Yeah, okay. But I might keep you around. For entertainment purposes only." She smirks.

After breakfast, we walk down the 'beach' to try and find civilization.

"Hey look, over there!"

"What?"

"It looks like a man, lying in the water!"

"Freddie, that's too small to be a man."

"Not really though."

"Yeah, actually."

"Well, let's go see it!"

We ran over to the large dark lump, which looked less and less like a man the closer we got.

"Oh my god!" Sam says, picking up the item. "It's my mom's suitcase!"

"Open it!"

Sam dragged the suitcase up onto shore and opened it. Inside were two pairs of jeans, one pair that was a little big on Sam, and surprisingly, a pair of Danny's jeans. They fit, put I wasn't too willing to wear them. We also found Danny's swim trunks, track pants, and shorts all which fit on me, and of Pam's, two pairs of shorts, short shorts, 'booty shorts', yoga pants, pajama pants, a bikini, and a sundress. As for shirts, Pam's pink and blue spaghetti strap tank tops, long sleeve shirt, a tube top, a tank top with thick straps, a shirt with three quarter sleeves, and Danny's three t shirts, black and white button ups, and a muscle shirt in dark green, with two sweaters. They were both Danny's but I gave one to Sam. Lastly, socks. There were also undergarments of both of theirs, but we decided to just try and wash our own as much as we could.

"I wouldn't wear those unless we wash them first." Sam says, gesturing to the pile of Danny's clothes.

Well, after we're done looking through this thing, we'll find a stream or something.

"No, we should drink form the stream. I couldn't care less if we washed these things in the ocean."

"Okay. Next up… not clothes." I say, pulling out a fat cake.

"Ah yes! This is the suitcase I stashed my fat cakes in!"

"How did you guys fit all this in here?"

Sam shrugs. "I dunno, I mean, it's a pretty big suitcase."

She pulls out about six fat cakes. I'm guessing that was the rest of her 'stash', because she didn't go in for more and instead pulled out the rest of the items. A towel, a small mirror, a bottle of perfume, an mp3 player, two 3 ounce bottles of alcohol, a toothbrush, a silver bracelet, an AAA battery, a deck of cards, hair gel, a comb, a pair of earrings and a cheap looking 'engagement' ring.

"This must be the piece of trash that bought my mom's affection." Sam scoffed. She stood up slowly, not taking her eyes off the ring between her fingers, and ran out into the water so it was up to her knees. When she had to stop, she threw the ring and I watched a fake sparkle fly out into the sea.

"Pack the rest of the stuff and let's try and build a shelter." She said, walking past me with a grimace on her face. Try as I might, I was not gonna be able to get all this in there.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"How exactly did you fit all this stuff?"

"It's a Puckett thing," she sighed, coming to my rescue. Within minutes she had everything packed neatly away.

After two more hous, we determined that we had rounded the whole island. We ended up back where you could see my footsteps and the imprint of Sam's body in the sand.

And mine.

Right up next to her.

"Good thing this is it because I can't walk anymore." Sam sighed, flopping down in the sand and looking up at the sun. "What time do you think it is anyway?"

"Sam!"

"What?" She sat up quickly.

"Sam, our phones! We can call for help!"

She just looked up at me with a bored expression.

"Sam, come on! We're saved!"

I pulled out my phone and realized why she didn't seem too excited.

"Oh… right."

"Yeah, we were thrown overboard, water… lots of water? Phones? Water?"

"Let's just… build a shelter."

"Unnnnnhhh," Sam groaned. "I don't wanna!"

"Come on," I said, reaching my hand out to her. She took it and I helped her up.

"You wash the clothes, I'll build the shelter." She smiled, turning me towards the water and walking up into the forest jungle thing.

I laughed to myself, but decided I better just get the clothes washed so I didn't have to wear pajamas on the island.

I looked up at Sam, who was already puling a log out onto the beach.

"You need some help?"

"No!" She shouts, losing her grip and falling back on her butt. She shoots me a look when I laugh at her.

"I'm sorry, but that was funny."

She stands up and puts her hands on her hips, facing me. "Just come help me."

I walk up and help her. "Here's your problem, It's not fully off the trunk."

Sam climbs up on the half broken stump and jumps up and down.

"Why won't it- EE!" She squeals, flailing her arms and stumbling back.

I stepped up and caught her before a big rock did. But of course, I tripped and we both went down. I broke her fall.

"Ow, Sam!" I say, and she flips over onto her hands and knees, staring down at me.

"Are you okay? Your- Ew."

"What?"

"Blood. On the back of your head. Way to go."

"Aw, man. Really?" I ask, feeling around on the back of my head.

"Don't touch it. I'll be right back." She says, running off.

I leaned myself up on the tree into a sitting position, and waited for her.

She comes back quickly with the black tube top we found in her mother's suitcase. She rips a strip off and ties it around my head, looking really focused on her work. We were face to face, and even though her eyeliner was smeared around, and her hair was a mess, she looked great.

For just a second, I thought of how nice it would be to kiss her. She was right there. It would be easy. I mean, we could die here, I could just take this chance.

"Is that good?" She asked.

"Hm?" I murmur, slightly dazed by my fantasies.

"I said is that good?" She repeated, smirking.

"I… Yeah. But we'll find another log."

Sam smiles and stands, holding her hand to me. "Come on."

She leads me out to the beach and tells me to wait as she digs through the suitcase and lays out the beach towel on the ground.

"Lay down."

"Sam, I wanna help you."

"Lay down."

"Sam-"

"Lay down."

I did as told and layed down.

"Now get some sleep."

I nodded and watched her walk off down to the water. I wasn't really planning on sleeping, just maybe watching her for a while, but the sun was warm and before I knew it, I was out like a light.

I didn't know where to stop! I really hope you like it.

Updates should come soon! Of course I can't promise anything because for all you know I could die or something as soon as I click post chapter.