They were asleep, and I found myself lying awake. It was near impossible to close my eyes, knowing I was asleep on some unknown island. I tried to drift off to sleep countless times, but each and every time, the waves crashing woke me up.
I stood from my sandy spot on the shore, and walked off. To think, just this morning we were safe, on a boat. Now we're here. On a mother fucking island.
No wonder why that boat was so cheap.
I stepped along the shore, through the water that occasionally met with my bare feet.
I heard some pacing behind me, and turned to see Kenny, trailing a few feet back.
He picked up his head, "I need to talk to you," he plainly says, staring into my eyes.
"What is it now? Care to get me a drunk a little more so you can see what it's like?" I sarcastically put. He increases his step and catches up by my side.
"No," he merely responds. "I really do need to talk to you," he answers.
"Okay, go on," I insist, rolling my eyes.
"I sort of, need to apologize to you. I know that what I did was wrong and I should be begging on my knees asking for you're forgiveness for that," the blonde states, his direction still focused downwards.
"Since I already forgave you, it's not that important. I should be mad, but I'm not, so can we just leave it at that?"
"Yeah, sorry," he looks up.
I wrap my arm around his shoulder and pull him closer. "Don't be, seriously."
"Okay," he shrugs, stopping his pace and sitting on the ground. "Stay or don't, but my feet hurt like hell," Kenny says, looking up at me with his innocent blue eyes.
"I'll stay, being here freaks me out enough," I decide, sitting by his side.
"How long do you think we're gonna be here for?"
"It's hard to tell. Doesn't seem like anyone will find us out here. I've checked the whole island twice over. There's no animals, not even bugs. If they can't survive here, there's no doubt that we can't," Kenny insists.
"No need to be so down about everything. Maybe someone will help us."
"You've got some high hopes."
"I try to stay optimistic."
"Obviously."
The awkwardness of the silence completely takes over the area around us, as we sit on the side of the beach.
"How far out do you think it is until land?"
"Probably a few miles," I answer.
"It's official, we're never getting out of here," he lays down.
I roll my eyes, "Stop being negative."
"Truth be told, we all know what's gonna happen."
"Someone could find us!" I insist.
"And how exactly do you know that's gonna happen?"
"How do you know it's not?"
He looks at me. We had a fifty-fifty chance of getting rescued. It didn't look like any boats would ever pass by here, but I'd hate to admit that I thought he was right. We were quiet again, and the reoccurring thought of that it wouldn't be so bad to die here, kept coming to mind.
I was with my friends, my fiancé, and we'd just all been on vacation together. I'd rather die here, then getting killed from something else. It seemed okay. Though my life hadn't been long, or really that adventurous, it'd been satisfactory.
I'd gotten proposed to, seen what it's like to be in gay and straight relationships, had sex, found love.
I guess… dying here wouldn't have been terrible.
My head was immediately directed upwards at the sound of a helicopter's propeller becoming nearer and nearer. I got up, to try and draw attention to us, until I realized that's what it was coming for, us.
I held out my hand to help Ken off the ground and he immediately obliged, taking the generous offer.
I looked backwards, seeing Stan and Cartman both woken from there sleep to meet eyes with the chopper.
"See Ken, I told you," I say, nudging him on the side.
He smiled and nodded, meeting eyes with me for a brief second.
We were saved.
Had to make it short… it was an extra chapter, it wasn't even intended to be here in the first place. So yay, they're saved. Two updates in one day, also. It was nothing considering this was only like 700 words. Review :D