"You were the killer, weren't you?" The taller one, Amanda, asked my husband, eyes narrowing at him suspiciously, "You did it, right?"

He sighed, "Yes."

"Why?"

"To be with her," He mumbled, pulling me closer to his side, half-protective half-proving a point.

Amanda pursed her lips together, but I could see she was trying not to smile, "You know we'll have to arrest you, right?"

Stella looked up from her spot by the dinner we'd laid out for everyone, though I didn't quite know why we had, "Wha-?" She asked from the table, mouth full of spaghetti, "Why? I like them."

Amanda brought a hand to her forehead, "Will you listen?"

"Mhm," Stella nodded, her words contrary to her pasta-eating actions.

"What if," I asked, a bit sneakily for my style, "What if we held you hostage?"

Stella giggled, and I could immediately tell that this girl was about as messed up as we were, "Sounds like fun. I've never been the criminal before..."

Amanda sighed in defeat and shrugged, "Fine."

"You're in?" The brunette asked, grinning.

"Someone has to make sure you don't go and get yourself blown up," She responded, rolling her eyes, "So yeah, I'm in."

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I woke up halfway through the afternoon the next day with an earsplitting headache, the two cops staying in our guest room momentarily erased from my thoughts. However, even once I'd remembered their semi-unwelcome presence, I couldn't have known that at that very moment, something so high school it fell beyond the category of "stupid" was taking place, one floor underneath me.

And it all started with a screwdriver. Or at least that's what he told us later on, shamefaced, as he retold his whole morning, simultaneously letting us in on how he screwed up the house's electricity.

I'm getting ahead of myself, though, I'll just start from the very beginning of my day, and in turn you'll find out how one immature blonde jackass singlehandedly undid God's own "let there be light." At least in the Dunn household.

The morning had never been a particularly clear-headed time for me, but this one in particular had my head spinning, my mind unsure of what was a dream, and what had actually happened the previous afternoon. I turned to the man next to me, his chestnut brown hair falling messily into his face, eyes closed and lips partly open, breathing in tune with the steady rise and fall of his chest. I just stared at him for a few minutes, unable to find the will to wake him up while he looked so peaceful, so calm, so absolutely perfect. While I watched him, I thought of a month ago, how I had been so unsure of what to do when he'd asked me to trust him after he'd killed everyone I'd loved, not to forgive him, but to give him time, and to stay with him on the island.

Forever.

I couldn't bring myself to regret a thing, though, as I smiled at how his fingers still managed to close around my own, even in his sleep. He was my life now, the only life that mattered to me. He was my forever. And that was all that mattered.

"That's kind of creepy, you know," Henry told me, eyes still closed as a teasing smile made its way onto the formerly relaxed line of his lips.

I gasped, surprised at how awake he sounded, "How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough to know you've been staring at me for quite sometime," he responded smoothly.

Tilting my head to the side, I remarked, "But you're eyes were closed..."

"Yes, but Abbs, you're kind of an intense starer," He chuckled now, flipping me over so that I was now on my back, his face hovering inches from mine, eyes still shut tight, "You're easy to find, too," He breathed, before capturing my lips with his, "See?"

"Mhmm," I responded, now in a bit of a daze from how he could always seem to get me with things like that, and it wasn't just his kiss. It was the feeling of his breath on my face, his hand behind my head which at times felt like the one thing holding me up, the way his lips would curve into that teasing smile right before he'd finally pull my face to his, as if he were mocking all of everything that hadn't wanted us together. Because we were. Whether they liked it or not. It was his eyes that really got me, though, the way they could just melt into mine like they never wanted to break that gaze.

I frowned, realizing now that his eyes were still closed, "Henry?"

"Hmm?"

I could feel the pout on my face, though I refused to acknowledge it, "Open your eyes."

He did no later than I'd reached the end of the sentence, and his lips were on mine again, like he never wanted the kiss to end. And hey, who's arguing?

Apparently Sully.

"AHHHH!" Someone screamed from downstairs and Henry groaned, pushing himself off of me and pulling on a pair of sweatpants. It was Stella who had made the noise, I guessed, judging by the way it was followed by a sharp slapping noise. Stella had a nasty habit of hitting Sully whenever he did something that, by everyones' but his terms, was considered pervish, idiotic, or sometimes even pervishly idiotic. Not that I'd never done it before or that everyone else never wanted to, but you got used to his never-grew-up behavior after a while.

As it happens, it hadn't been Stella, but Amanda who had decided to up and slap our dear Sully right across the face. They now appeared to be in a heated argument, Amanda ranting on about something he'd done while Sully, not to be outdone, made loud noises and moved his hands in exaggerated motions as mockery.

"What happened?" Henry asked, but his voice was drowned out in the fight, which had now progressed into something of a more violent nature as Amanda now whipped out her tazer, and on a very low level of electricity, began zapping him repeatedly, actions to which he swore loudly and obnoxiously.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled after several minutes in shock, simply watching the scene before me.

They turned to me, eyes wide and each began explaining their side of the story to me, each trying to talk faster and louder than the other. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes briefly, repeating the same words I'd used only moments ago, but louder.

That quieted them immediately.

"What happened?" I asked through gritted teeth, and they both began talking again, "Amanda." I clarified over what couldbe more distinguishable as noise than actual talking. Sully pouted while Amanda gave him that almost sibling-like look of gloating.

"So," She started, "I was in Stella and I's room, sleeping, until I heard this huge bang from the other side of the wall," She gave a pointed look at Sully before continuing her side of the story, "I woke up and then, of course, the painting above my bed fell on me. I swear, Stella woke up swearing we were in the middle of an earthquake," Stella nodded at this, confirming it to be true, "Naturally, I got up to figure out what the hell was going on, and I found this idiot," She jerked a thumb at Sully, "Trying to bang through my wall with a screw driver. Well, I got pissed off and went over to give him a piece of my mind but obviously I was too late because he had to go and turn his big, stupid head and the next thing I know, there's no more light in the freaking house."

I looked around, realizing she was right. The only way I could see anything now was by the daylight that filtered in through the windows. Everything else had appeared to have gone out.

Sully sighed, "If you hadn't made me look away, maybe we wouldn't be in this mess."

"If you hadn't been trying to drill a hole in our wall with a tool for opening the backs of remote controls, I wouldn't have made you look away, dumb-"

"Well, if you hadn't-"

"If you had-"

"Oh my God, please just shut up," Stella hissed, looking up from her spot with her head in her hands, "You've been driving me insane all morning. Just PLEASE be quiet."

I nodded in agreement with her, taking a seat on the couch, "Listen, I don't care who did it- although Sully, if you don't stop being a pervert, I'm going to make you find a different house to live in- All I know is that someone has to fix it."

Everyone stared around the room, eyes falling on every member of the household before landing on two very unlucky recipients.


Five hours later, Henry and I stood in the middle of a huge ditch, dug up by, yours truly, us two.

"Should've killed him when I had the chance," Henry muttered, sending dirt up and flying behind him as he brought his shovel back. I laughed softly at his sick joke, so tired I was almost giddy now.

Pushing my oversized gardening tool, my now least favorite item on this island, once again, under a large clump of dirt, sighing, finally, at the gratifying clank it made as it hit the metal power generator. Why my family had chosen to bury our power source, I'll never quite understand. What I do know, is that they did, and I had finally found it.

"Got it," I exhaled, wiping a few beads of sweat off my forehead with a particularly soil-stained hand. I was never the prissy type, but this, this was hell, I'm sure, even for the most boyish of tomboys out there. Henry, just as filthy and exhausted as I was, scooped me up in a tight hug and planted a kiss on my forehead, happy to finally be done with the manual labor.

"It might be safe to say I love you even more now," He chuckled, brushing the brown soil away from the surface of the large, metal object. After a few flips of switches, and a few knob turns, followed by a jump start from his car, the small clear beads protruding from the shell lit up and began to blink, a mechanical hum echoing from inside its iron belly.

I heard a few happy whoops from inside the house and, with a bit of self-pride, noticed that our guests must have noticed our success in bringing light back to the house as well, "Thank God," I muttered as Henry's arm wrapped around me, pulling me tightly, as it always did, to his side. He laughed and kissed the top of my head, I ignored the few crumbs of dirt that fell in front of me. We walked through the door and I grinned at the group, who were all waiting for us in the living room, smiles plastered to their faces.

"Thank you for undoing his retard actions," Stella giggled, ignoring my condition and throwing her arms around my shoulders.

Sully glared at her bug congratulated us nonetheless, "Yeah, thanks for... Thanks for cleaning up my mess," He thanked us sheepishly, patting each of our grimy shoulders, "You guys are the best."

Amanda was next, she smiled at each of us warmly, although she opted not to touch us, "You guys are pretty awesome for not... for not kicking his ass." Henry chuckled at her response and I just nodded, though I wondered for a moment why we hadn't kicked his ass. We'd have to save that for later.

"So..." Sully smirked, scooting closer to Amanda who instinctively recoiled, "Who wants to play a game?"

I rolled my eyes, "You're such a five year old."

"How about pictionary?" He said the words as if trying to tempt us. I almost snorted, ha. Good luck with that.

I spoke up, finally deciding to give up my pride for a moment and become the 'mom' of the house, "How about we don't and maybe eat dinner?"

"Sounds good."

"I want raviolis!"

"I'll help out."

"Do I get to sit next to Amanda?"

Everyone silenced at this comment, and I stared at Sully for a good minute before turning my gaze on Amanda, who seemed to be a bit taken back, "Fine," she sighed, pushing herself off the couch and taking a seat at the dining room table, while Sully rushed to its neighbor.

"Yes," he grinned and attempted to drape his arm over her shoulder, which she, in turn, threatened to stab with the fork, though she didn't do anything about it and his arm remained on the outside of her chair, around her in a weird kind of way.

Stella got up next and skipped over to the table, taking the chair on her friend's other side.

I turned to Henry, a smirk was set firmly on his face and his arms were crossed over his chest, "Wow."

"What?"

"He's almost as bad as I was."


Okay, so there's chapter 5!!! Sorry, I haven't updated in forever. Lots and lots to do! Haha. I love you guys and want all your opinions on my first un-shocking chapter... It was basically made to show the relationships here. ;)

Anyway, I hope you guys keep reading (and thank you for doing so) and I'll do my best to update more frequently.

XOXO,

-K