One again, thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! I love, love, love reading what you think of this, after all I started this one a little bit unsure and I'm glad you guys are liking it! Now, I'm not too happy with this one, I think it came out like a huge ramble, but I promise the next one will be better! O_o
Enjoy!
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There are some things you can't run away from, and being in this Island, it's very hard to run away from Chris… I mean, we are trapped here and there are not many places to go… unless I decide to swim my way out.
So maybe I can't run from him, but I spent the entire morning trying to avoid him.
It wasn't so difficult at first; all I needed to do was disappear for a while into the land of the lizards and make some time there. Yes, I went deep inside that mysterious jungle for a second time and made it out alive to tell my story.
Now that I come to think of it, it wasn't so bad… you just need to ignore the creepy silence that reigns in there and the camouflaged lizards that are all over the place and that's it… with my mind in the gutter like it was that wasn't so hard to achieve.
While I was there, I collected a nice variety of fruit, I refilled the wine bottle with fresh water and then I took a long and refreshing bath in the lake.
I even found some aloe leaves that I plan to use to sooth my sunburned skin. I know I can do wonders with it and my skin will be forever thankful.
Well, those trivial things entertained me only for a short period of time; somewhere along the way I ran out of things to do.
So that was it, it was time for me to go back and face my demons… well, not my demons, just Chris.
I dreaded going back to the beach where I knew he was without a doubt looking like a man taken out of any women's wet dream. But I had to do it; I just couldn't remain forever in there… hiding, as much as I wanted to.
Anyway, the more I thought about it, the more I came to realize that I was being silly. I'm Stephanie McMahon and I don't hide away from anybody… less if it's the phantom of a dream the thing to hide away from.
And it was only Chris for crying out loud, that I had a dream of that nature about him was circumstantial… the island put those thoughts in my head.
So, determined to put that little episode of temporary insanity behind, I made my way back to the beach, ready to face my shame only to find out that Chris haven't even noticed my absence. He was too busy trying to build some kind of shelter for us to spend the night in.
So there I was, hiding from something he wasn't even aware of, something that wasn't even real, while he attempted to prepare for another night here.
So not only was I acting cowardly, I was also acting selfishly. Those are two traits I hate in a person and I refuse to act on them.
So I ended up helping him, memories of the dream slowly fading away as I occupied my mind with his little project. It was hard at first, I mean, with him being so close to remind me of it. But as time passed by I learnt how to push it out of my mind.
I pushed it and I pushed it and at the end I managed to turn it into a blurry thing in the back of my mind…
As we worked together, I was able to break free of any reminder of that shameful dream.
The shelter ended looking as the ugliest rustic thing I've ever laid my eyes on. There is one thing for sure, Chris and I, we are no engineers, crafts is not our strong point.
We used everything we could get our hands on; leaves, bamboo, clothes… we even used some duct tape Chris found in one of the suitcases. The result was not very pretty.
So it's ugly, but I guess it will be good enough to guard us from the rain if there is more. I mean, it has a roof… or something like it.
Chris said it himself, necessity is the mother of invention; at least it seems strong enough not to be blown away with the wind.
Frankly, I hope we don't have to use it; because I hope that today is the day we finally get out of this God forsaken Island for good.
But in the devastating case that we don't, at least we have somewhere to pass the night in, we'll have Chris shelter, or as likes to call it, Jericho's casa.
Now, apart from its appearance, there is one thing I don't like about this casa of his; it doesn't have enough room… I don't think I'll be able to sleep without making any kind of body contact with him!
Marvelous… just what I needed.
I know I said the dream was a blurry thing in the back of my mind, but I don't want to repeat a situation where my perverted subconscious starts playing tricks on me… and with him sleeping so close I'm not sure what can happen.
If I get another one of those dreams I could end up saying something inappropriate, maybe I'll even do something and he will find out. God knows that I almost screwed up last night.
You know what… this is really messed up! My life has turned to be the kind of tragedy that would come looking as utterly ridiculous… it's almost a bad comedy.
And why am I putting so much attention to this dream? I mean, the plane I was in crashed in the middle of nowhere, I saw a woman get sucked out of that same plane and now I'm lost in a deserted Island; and yet, my mind keeps wandering back to him, to that pointless dream!
Gosh! It was just a dream, it was not real. I should be able to forget it… so why I can't! I'm such a messed up cookie… only that I'm not at fault for it; I blame this damn Island and the fact that we haven't been rescued yet!
Why haven't we been rescued yet?
By now word had to go out that our plane never reached its destination, and don't planes and private jets have radars or something? Someone had to notice we just disappeared in mid air… and the families of the crew members' had to give notice by now.
Not to say our families, I know mine have to be out of their minds.
So why is it that no one has come our way to rescue us? Oh My God! what if they already left us for dead? What if this Island, like the one from Lost is not even on the map? We will forever be in this Island and before we know it we will be battling polar bears and smoke monsters…
This has to be a bad dream.
Before I have enough time to panic, I see Chris making his way to where I sit. I take a deep breath, trying to regain my self control before he makes it all the way to me.
He has been out in the ocean trying once again to get some fishes with the lance he made the other day. That he is empty handed tells me that he didn't have much luck today either.
Before he reaches me, I take one aloe leaf and start to peel it; I don't want him to know that I've been sitting here doing nothing productive.
"You know, this Bear Grylls make it look so easy on TV but I'll tell you something, it isn't. Fishes are sneaky and that makes me conclude that his show is staged. Do you think that's his real name? I mean, a guy named Bear… Bear Grylls that ended up doing a program called Man vs. Wild" He says with a chuckle as he sits by my side.
I venture to take a look at him, he is shirtless, soaked to the bone and looking very much like a dream come true… Now, I don't know if I should blame the dream for that thought but… well, it's true!
God, I really need to get a grip… I sigh, putting the sticky aloe leaf down and looking out to the sea, there is no rescue boat that I can see.
"Why haven't we been rescued yet?" That's the thought of the day… I fear that if we don't get rescued soon I might lose my mind in this Island.
"I don't know…" He puts the lance down and for a moment we both remain sitting here in silence.
This is beyond bad; this is the worst case scenario I can wrap my mind into. I try to remember how long does it takes for rescue teams to give up on their search for survivals… I guess it all depends on the insistence of the family. I know daddy can be pushy; he probably has his own team looking for us.
So then again, why are we still here?
"I guess they are searching the wrong place, but they will eventually find their way here"
"Eventually sounds too vague… if they don't come here before nightfall I think I'll go crazy" They can spend forever looking for us, the open sea is immense… and the plane got completely swallowed by it.
"No you won't, I'll keep you sane"
I snort, if he only knew that he is unknowingly contributing for my fast downfall towards insanity. "I wish you could…"
"I could, you just need to let me"
I look at him, he is staring right at me… once again the intensity of his blue eyes focus completely on mine. That he looks at me that way is the main reason I had that dream last night… I wish he would stop doing it.
"I mean, it would be no good to my own sanity having a crazy woman roaming around… I will have no choice but to join you on your loony activities, by the time they find us we will be completely out of our minds, climbing trees and eating raw lizards"
I laugh, Chris is the silliest, I see that not much has changed over the years. "Then we are not too far from it, I bet I already look the part"
"Not at all, I think you are the epiphany of what women stranded on deserted islands should look like" He is smiling, his eyes shining as he looks at me.
"Do you mean they should all look like lobster? God this is awful" I look awful!
"You don't look like a lobster, I prefer the term kissed by the sun… and come on, it can be so awful if you had time to wash your hair"
I watch as if in a trance as he lifts a hand to touch my hair… swirling it around his fingers. I can only watch as he does this, because my body is not cooperating right now, nor is my voice. "Don't try to deny it, I know your little secret"
For a moment here I panic. I knew this moment was going to come; I was too obvious, I probably said something last night that gave it all away… God why the punishment? "What secret?" I manage to mumble.
"Don't try to act all innocent on me Stephers, I know that you sneaked out on me to take a bath, I could smell it from a mile, sweet aroma of shampoo and soap"
I laugh out loud at my own stupidity. For a moment I thought he was talking about the dream… I mean, it was stupid of my part because there is no reason he should know about it. And he can't say I'm acting strange because he doesn't know what is normal for me these days. "Well, you got me"
He just gives that look again and I'm unable to look away. "You know, you should laugh more often, I thought you lost the ability a long time ago"
I shrug and bite at my lower lip. "Well, I obviously didn't" Or did I?
"That's good to know"
I break away from his stare, looking once again to the horizon.
"So, what's that for?" He takes the aloe in his hand, making a grimace of disgust as he touches it. I see it all with the corner of my eye and I can't help but to smile at the look on his face.
"That's an aloe leaf; it's the greatest thing to treat a sunburned skin. It looks gross, but it stops the burning feeling and it will prevent your skin to peel off"
"Really?" He asks giving it another look and smelling it.
"Really"
"So you just put it on your skin?"
I nod, chuckling at the way he is looking at it.
"Then put it on my back, if someone looks like a lobster it's me, I can't even put on a shirt without it bothering me"
He moves from his position at my side and sits right in front of me, waiting for me to put the sticky substance all over his back!
How am I supposed to do that without touching him, because I don't want to touch him…
"You are all wet… it won't work like this"
I watch as he reaches for a shirt that was inconveniently lying around to give it to me. "It better works Stephers, because I will never trust you to spread any sticky thing on me if it doesn't"
I take the shirt and begin to dry his back, once it's done I take a good amount of aloe in my hand and begin to apply it on his skin.
He's hot, I mean literally. I guess it's the sun. "Well, I've never try it like this, I usually buy it bottled up, put it in my fridge and then use at discretion"
"Cold?"
"Yup" I say and for a while I say no more, neither does he. I just cover his back nicely, kind of enjoying the smoothness of his skin beneath my hands.
This is so going to haunt me, I don't think I'll even try to sleep… and I do I will do it outside, far from him.
"You know what can pick up your mood?"
"Besides getting off this Island?" I stop working on his back, wiping the remains of the aloe on the shirt he gave me awhile ago. "That's it, nice and sticky"
He chuckles. "You could go with me and assist me in catching dinner, there is nothing like blood and gore to make you feel better"
"Ehhh" Well, it may work… not! "Ok… but don't expect me to like it… or even watch, the minute you go for the kill I'll probably close my eyes"
"That's fine by me, you could be there only as eye candy" He stands up and turns around, offering me a hand up.
I take it, and once I'm up he doesn't let go of my hand. I tilt my head, watching him as he watches me.
"Can I tell you a secret?" He leans into me, his voice so low I can barely hear it. "This thing on my back is the most disgusting thing ever, and I don't think its fair I don't get to put some on you"
As if… "Well, life is not fair"
TBC!!
Lol, sorry to leave it there! BTW, Luanne & Kyara! I put the duct tape in there just for you, not as you wanted to but… hehe
