A.N.:Stupid site wouldn't let me post this next chapter because I couldn't log in. So, since I have finished WRITING the story (not posting it) I'm posting two chapters back-to-back as an 'I'm so sorry' gift for all you guys. I have started the sequel to this, if you want to know. Just saying.

Warnings: Romance warning, and language. Watch out for things that are implied, if you know what I'm saying.

Chapter 11- Hadn't Thought About That

Rochelle

I opened my eyes to the light coming out of the tent flap. I was alone as I woke up. I sat up and ran my hand through my braided hair. I needed to shower. I crawled out of the tent and I headed over to the lagoon. We had decided to use the lagoon as a bathing area. It was surrounded by palms, like a force field.

Suddenly I was sort of self-conscious.

I mean, I was on an island where the only girl here besides me was Sera. Other than her, I was surrounded by guys including my boyfriend. Don't think, don't think I coached myself. That wasn't working. Shoot. I was a rocket in speed as I washed my hair and body quickly, my eyes darting to the bushes and trees beyond to see if anyone was there.

Coast was clear.

I got out of the water and dressed again in my blue dress after giving it a quick wash, not caring that it was wet as I put it on. The day was starting to get hot anyway, so the wetness was okay. I darted back to the tent and slid back inside. Ralph was up now, looking for me. "Roche?"

"Hey," I said sitting on the sand, using my wet dress skirt as a cushion, "I was taking a shower. Sorry if it freaked you out that I was gone."

"Not to worry," he said, pulling me closer and wiping the sand from my dress. "I love the dresses you wear," he said.

I looked down at my blue dress. It was starting to fade in color from all the sand and dirt from the woods when we went to go get firewood. I missed the collection of dresses I had in my closet back home. I had tons; partially because my mum was so happy we shared fashion sense.

"Thanks. I love you," I said as my compliment.

He kissed me. When Ralph kissed me, every worry I had was gone just like a fairy had waved a magic wand. It was a healing experience to me; anything that was wrong could be cured by it. He was like that too; if anything was wrong I could tell he and we'd figure it out.

Even now, when nothing was right in our world, we had each other.

But, maybe things were so wrong they were right.

There weren't any rules, no authority that was strict; we could do anything I thought. I realized the double meaning to this statement too late. But there was warmth in that double meaning:

We could.

But I couldn't my mind was trying to talk me out of this absurd heat-of-the-realization thought. I could never… well not now. I would ruin myself. No. Not going to. Not going to.

Sera would slap me for thinking this if she was here.

But there were no Sera, no one who could tell me that I couldn't. I wonder what Ralph was thinking now. Were our thoughts mirrors?

In the silence, I heard our hearts singing the same rhythm as they beat. "Hey," I said.

"Hi," he took that as a greeting rather than an interjection.

"Hi."

I was at loss now; surely I wasn't going to blurt out what I'd been thinking. Surely I had a bit more sense. I had to. I smiled.

He laughed, "Something's up."

I shook my head, "Nope."

He held me close and started singing the words he wanted to say, which made them ten times more beautiful. "Tell me what you think, because if you don't I'll sink in the ocean that is us. Honesty is not a crime, and one certainly has to do no time for it. Tell me sweet Rochelle, my sweet belle."

I hate giving in, but it'd be regret if I hadn't.

A.N.: No, Ralph and Roche didn't do it, she means she gave in by telling him her thoughts. Next chappie will be up in a minute!