Update. Sorry I haven't worked on this in a while. I had a teeny bit of writer's block, but most of all, I just couldn't find the time to. So here it is. Enjoy!

~*Carly*~

"So, what inspired you to paint THAT?" I ask, gesturing to the painting of an old lighthouse, proudly displayed in his hands.

"Oh, well that is an actual lighthouse! We are still pretty close to it, you just can't see it because of this thick fog!" He says, all Spencer-like. My eyes widen as I come to realization. They had to be in that lighthouse!

"Spencer! I KNOW WHERE THEY ARE!" I yell directly in his face.

"Kiddo….I don't think-"

"They're at that lighthouse! How close did you say it was again?" I cut him off.

"Uh, it's just over-"

"Lets go!" I cut him off again.

"ohKAY!" He says, running over to his captain's wheel.

~*Freddie*~

I had managed to make a pretty good crab trap out of some stray sticks and plants, and caught Sam and me some small clams and crabs for breakfast. I know, ew, but hey, food is food. I managed to start a fire in this "beautiful" weather, and after an hour, we were done eating. She devoured hers like she hadn't eaten in a month. As usual. I looked over at her, and laughed to myself as I thought back at how I had woken her up this morning. I had walked up to her, and put the cooked food near her nose. She immediately aught the scent, and her eyes SHOT open. I almost burst out laughing then and there, but I held it in. Just then, I looked at her face, and noticed how her hair caught the moonlight's shine. It suited her perfectly. It was unruly, and beautiful. Just like her. Even the color of it seemed to match her personality. My heart just automatically started beating faster every time I looked at her the way I was now. Truly, I was okay with it, too. I needed to tell her how I felt, soon. We could die from starvation at any time. Life could be taken from us at any moment, and my main regret would be, not telling her. We were lying on the small, sandy shore, taking in the heat of the fire, watching the moon rise, and the sun set. She turned her face to look at me, and it was then, that I realized that I didn't want to wait until tomorrow, or the next day to tell her how I'll feel the rest of my life. She was like a fire burning on the water. She stuck out. I swear I saw her wonderful blue eyes shimmer as she raised her eyebrow at me. I bet she was wondering what the heck I was staring at.

"What are you looking at, Fredfreak?" She asked, playfully. I called it. I didn't even answer her question, I just started another sentence of my own.

"Sam, have you ever wondered why we fight so much back at home?" We had been getting along so well here, just the two of us.

"Hah. That's it a stupid question. I thought you already knew! It's because….Uh…It's because we just aren't…huh. I never really thought too much about it, you know? I just went with the fact that we hate each other, " She struggled.

"I don't hate you." I say, serious.

"You don't?" Man, she's really clueless.

"Not at all."

"I don't hate you either, I just thought you hated ME, so I just went along with it. You know, like a game." She says confidently.

"I think we should stop playing this game, then."