CHAPTER TEN
"Thoroughly fucked suits you." Lilly mused casually.
"What?" I spluttered, gaping at her.
"Don't try and deny it, Miles, you and the Jonas Brother have been making googly eyes at each other all morning." Lilly rolled hers and I flushed.
"We didn't have sex." I denied anyway, because, hello; it's the truth.
"Sure you didn't." Lilly scoffed, disbelieving. Anyway I didn't look 'thoroughly fucked'. "The dreamy sigh every time you look at Joe, and that dopey look on his face all morning, something happened."
"Something did happen." I admitted with a blush. We were in the hold of the plane helping to sort out luggage, Lilly and I were in one section and Joe was across the plane, still looking as hot as ever. "But, we didn't have sex."
"Do tell." Lilly grinned wickedly. "Is he as good as he looks, 'cause-"
"Lilly!" I shrieked quietly, flushing. "We didn't have sex." How many timy do I have to tell her that?"
"Yeah, but other things." She prompted, "he's a musician they know how to use their hands."
"Oh, my God, Lil." I gasped at her, trying not to turn even redder at the thought, but from the temperature of my face I knew I was failing. "We didn't do anything, we just kissed." I insisted and she frowned at me.
"You have the sexy Jonas Brother, one of the hottest guys on the planet at your beck and call and you only kissed him?" Now Lilly was shocked and I rolled my eyes. "Did that concussion have lasting effects?" She put a hand on my forehead to test my temeperature. "You're a little warm, but I'm gonna guess that's from staring at Joe all morning and not a fever."
"Lil, I'm fine." I flushed, brushing her hand away.
"More than fine." Joe's voice was soft and tender behind me and I turned, when did he move? I was enjoying my view of him half naked and sweaty as he moved luggage.
"Hi." I smiled shyly.
"Hey." He sat next to me. "I think I found your stuff, Milo." Joe grinned and I furrowed my brow. "The first clue was the tag that said 'Miley Stewart'." Duh, I scolded myself. "The second was this."
"My guitar!" I gasped when he held up the guitar case. "I thought I lost you, Baby." I cooed, reaching for it and Joe chuckled. "It's okay, Miley's here, you're okay now."
"You're lucky." Joe commented as Lilly rolled her eyes at my antics. "I haven't found mine yet." He ppouted a cute litle pout. I opened my case and smiled.
"Look at that beauty." Still in tact, not a scratch on it, all polished wood andperfectly tune strings.
"Musicians." Lilly shook her head as I fawed over my guitar. "I'll never understand you."
"Non-musicians." Joe mocked, sadly shaking his head. "I'll never understand them." I giggled and shook my head. "Play for me?" I bit my lip shyly and positioned it, caressing it gently. Lilly was right, I love her like a sister, but she'd probably never fully understand me. I'm a musician, for a musician music is our language, and our instrument is our voice. I started strumming out a slow, delicate, intricate melody.
"Wow." Joe murmured, closing his eyes. I kept playing, not a song, just playing, it had only been a week, but I felt like I hadn't played in forever.
"I didn't know you could play like that." Lilly gaped at me and I blushed, looking down/ We'd been best friends for 6 years since I moved to Malibu, and living together for 2 years, I didn't realise I hadn't played like for her before. Then I realised it was because most of the time when I played in front of Lilly I was writing a song and my songs were more pop/rock, very little intricacy in the melodies. I suddenly felt more than Joe and Lilly's eyes on me and I froze, stopped playing, and looked up. Everyone in the half-plane was staring at me.
"Don't stop." Joe burst out, his eyes flying open and he stared at me intently, his eyes kind of begging. He understood the melody I was playing; fear and sadness from the crash and being stranded, hope, happiness, confidence over the future. It was something Joe needed to hear, and if I couldn't say it with words at least he heard it with my guitar
"I'll play later." I mumbled, feeling self-conscious as I put my guitar back in its case carefully. One would think I wouldn't be shy or self-conscious in front of crowds considering I was Hannah freaking Montana, one of the biggest singing stars in the world. But it had been a long week and I just wanted to not be a celebrity on this island. That was one downside to revealing my identity, everyone knew who I was now, there was no hiding like when I had Hannah to be famous and me as Miley could just be normal.
"Promise?" Joe asked, sounding hesitant and a little scared even.
"Promise." I confirmed, smiling at him in reassurance.
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"Since we've got a way to make more water we're good on that front, but we're running low on food." Gregory, one of the other guys that had survived, a personal trainer I think, said to the congregation of survivors. "All the trees at the edge have been raided for fruit, fishing isn't working as well as we wanted. We need protein. We need to hunt." We need to split up is what he was saying.
"I'll go." Joe announced, surprising everyone. He was big on everyone staying together.
"We don't need a little pretty boy slowing us down, why don't you stay with your little-" Hanson the cop started to sneer at Joe.
"Say one thing about her." Joe growled, gettiing up and getting right in his facem staring him down. He was half a head taller than him as he stood over him. "I dare you." There was a definate threat in his voice.
"Joe." I got up, my hand on his arm, I knew if this continued Hanson would challenge him just for the fight and Joe would get violent. "Come on, Joe, don't do it." I urged gently and he finally turned away from Hanson, looking down at me with frustrated, dark eyes.
"Yeah, Pansy Boy, go try grow a pair." Hanson tried to taunt. I narrowed my eyes at him. Joe may be protective of me and be ready to rip anyone's head off who insulted me, but I was ready to do the same if anyone said anything about Joe. I let it slide before because all it was before was Pretty Boy... And Joe is a little bit of a Pretty Boy, but he made it sexy. But, this guy constantly trying to goad Joe into reacting, insulting him and trying to purposely get on his nerves.
"Woah, Miles." Lilly knew that look of violence and veagence in my eye. "Let it go, Miles, he's not worth it." Lilly pulled me back and I sighed. How the Hell did Hanson become a cop if he's like this; no sense of justice, constantly trying to pick fights, and he'd already been beaten by Joe before and he kept trying to go back for more.
"I've been skeet shooting and target shooting for years." Joe said to Gregory who nodded. Joe had told me last night that he'd been skeet and target shooting for years because it helped him release agression when he couldn't get his hands on a blade without making it obvious. That and his brothers and father went hunting sometimes, but he refused vehemently to hunt, instead sticking to skeets and targets, but I guess he was going to give hunting a shot now... No pun instended.
"Prove it, let's see you shoot." Hanson dared. Honestly wouldn't this guy ever give it a break?
"Yes." Gregory rolled his eyes before either Joe or I could react. "Let's waste the few bullets we have on a pissing contest." He snapped sarcastically.
"Do you have any experience with spears?" Francis, a French native who had very little of an accent because he'd been living in the States for the last 8 years, asked Joe.
"No." Joe shook his head, his hair falling in his eyes. "I only did skeets and targets."
"Do you have to go?" I asked Joe as Francis - who had carved some spears from thin branches - and Gregory started to organise a small group to go hunting and gathering. I didn't want him to leave me, especially if Hanson was gonna be going with them.p
"I want to do something to help if I can." He looked down all abashed and nervous.
"You do a lot to help." I insisted softly; he helped get fruit, dig the grave, move the bodies, burry the bodies. I don't think anyone else had participated in all four events, and he had certainly been affected by it all. I didn't want him to be any more emotionally hurt... Or near Hanson when either of them had a weapon.
"Promise you'll stay here?" Joe asked instead of responding and I sighed. "Please?" He turned his puppy-dog brown eyes on me. "Or do I have to sic Carter on you?" The boy was just as much a champion for my safety as Joe was, and he was only 12.
"Fine." I groaned, damn this man and the powers he holds over me. "But, please be safe?"
"I'll be fine, Babe, I'll be the one with the gun, not the animals." Joe grinned and I rolled my eyes, how could he go from begging puppy to cocky in barely the blink of an eye? It was dizzying sometimes.
"Promise you won't do anything stupid?" I requested and he raised an eyebrow. I rubbed my hand up his arm and he sighed, the James cuts. "Please? I don't want to have to bandage more of you."
"I promise." He muttered before he pulled me into a big bear hug. "Besides, why would I get hurt when I have the most beautiful woman in the world waiting for me here?"
"It's just me, Joe." I rolled my eyes and he scoffed, going wide-eyed.
"Just you is just perfect, Miley." Joe swooped down and pressed his soft lips firmly against mine. "Never doubt that." He brushed a lock of hair behind my ear and smiled a little. "I'll be back before you know it, and in one piece too."
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"Come on, Baby." I cooed to Lorraine. Joe was still hunting with a group of 11 people and I had decided to take the kids to the other side of the rock pier for a bath in some rock pools that were there. Everyone had already found their own luggage - Joe finally found his guitar too - and I had shampoo, conditioner, and bodywash. So I could have a nice bath. "Dunk under, we need to get your hair wet." I instructed Lorraine and the sweet little girl complied. "Good girl." I smiled, grabbing my vanilla and cherry blossom shampoo, gently massaging it into her hair. Who woulda thought I'd be little miss domestic on this island, washing a little girls hair.
"Miley?" Lorraine asked after I'd rinsed her hair out, it was darker because it was wet, but I already knew that when it was dry it would be lighter.
"Yeah, Cutie?" I hummed, carfully conditioning her long hair.
"How come the boys don't have a pee pee?" Whatever I'd been expecting it certainly wasn't that. "Charlie didn't have one neither." This was not something I signed up for.
"Sweet niblets." I muttered to myself. This was something a parent was supposed to do. Or an aunt, an older sibling, a teacher... Anyone but me. "Uh..." I bit my lip.
"And what's that dangly thingy they got?" Lorraine pressed and I flushed, my mind automatically going to a certain part of Joe's anatomy.
"That's, uh..." I cleared my throat. "That's the boys' pee pee. Boys have different ones to girls."
"Oh." Lorraine said as I rinsed the conditioner out of her hair. "How come Carter's is different to Sean and Will's?" I furrowed my brow in confussion, why would Carter's be different to Sean and Will's? My eyes widened when I realised and I went red.
"Uh... Let's let Carter have some privacy." I decided, my voice a little high as I turned so my back was to the poll the older of the brothers was in and I was blcoking Lorraine's innocent little view. Luckilly I wasn't naked and flashing a horny little 12-year-old boy, but I was in my bra and underwear and once again, I realised too late that the baby blue material went see-through when wet. So, I basically had been flashing a horny 12-year-old boy. "What do you want to wear after your bath?" I asked Lorraine to change the subject. I'd brought towels to dry off and the kids' suitcases so they had clean clothes to wear to go with their first bath in a week.
"Dress!" Lorraine squeeled happilly, clapping her hands.
"You've got lots of pretty dresses, Rai." I smiled, grabbing my mango bodywash. "What color do you want?"
"Pink." Lorraine decided, splashing around as I tried to wash her. "Or yellow!" I smiled and shook my head. "Purple! No, blue. Polka dots."
"All clean." I told her and she giggled. "Let's get you dry and dressed." I reached for my fluffy pool towel and quickly wrapped it around myself, not wanting to flash the boys any more than I already inadvertanly had. I'd come back tonight or another time when I could be alone to bathe properly.
1) Favourite part of the chapter?
2) Least favourite part of the chapter?
3) It's Miley's birthday; given the opportunity what would you give her for her birthday?
The 1st updae of Miley's birthday... The next one will be whenever I wake up...
HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY MILEY!
Smiler For Joe!