I wrote this with Disturbia by Rihanna on repeat in the background. This is an aged up version of JC on a trip to Australia (which is both a country and a continent). They get stranded for unknown reasons and as usual, their arguing comes to an rather...heated climax.

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"Damn it, Neutron, this is all your fault!" Cindy kicked the sand around her.

"My fault? You're the one who insisted on taking the Southern route because it was allegedly faster!"

"The Southern route is faster when you account for southern currents and the Coriolis effect! But I guess we'll never know because you changed our charting yesterday night!" She prodded his red cotton shirt with one finger accusingly.

He laughed nervously, putting an arm behind his head. "I had to do that. Going with your plan might have gotten us stuck somewhere worse."

Cindy looked around. For miles around them, there was nothing but sand, dirt, and arid brush. It was hot as hell—the temperature was high enough that they might just burn to death right here in the desert. All considered, it really couldn't get worse.

"If you think there's something worse than being stranded in the middle of the Outback In July, please enlighten me Neutron."

Jimmy sighed. He was starting to sweat uncomfortably.

"Look, can we agree that this was a terrible idea on both our parts? Highly educated individuals like ourselves should have known better than to venture into Australia in the midst of the hottest summer since 1963." He pinched his shirt to let in some air to no avail.

"I still say it was your fault." She grumbled. He rolled his eyes. She could be such an immature brat. After a few moments, Cindy broke the silence that had taken over their company.

"So what the hell do we do for the next few hours, assuming we live that long? And don't say look for water, because unless a damn miracle happens, we're out of luck on that front."

"Luckily for me, I packed a few extra water bottles in the hover-car."

He gave her a smug grin.

"Luckily for you? What about me?" She demanded, following suit and pinching her own shirt in vain.

"Girls who mock me don't get my water." He grinned.

Cindy rolled up the legs of her capris, revealing the pale hue of her thin, long legs. "Fine, see if I care. When I die, your name will be all over the headlines because you were a selfish—"

Jimmy wasn't listening. He made his way to the hover car a few feet away, and typed in the access code to the safe below his control system. Cindy followed him but was unable to catch his pin code.

He knew he would regret using their scant supply of water to spite her when they inevitably would need water later more than they did right now. But he raised the bottle to his lips, ocean blue eyes peering over the open cap at an enraged Cindy. Her fists were balled as he took his first sip and set the bottle down for a second. She lunged for it with obvious prowess but he grabbed it just in time to dangle it out of her reach. He capped it again and held it tight.

Cindy lunged once more, this time landing directly on top of him. Her heart was beating erratically against his, and their faces were close. He shifted to the left to move out from under her but thought better of it and instead cradled her as he tenderly cupped her cheek. He discarded the water bottle beside him and used his now free hand to cup her other cheek. She kissed him with abandon, pressing into him passionately. The two had to pull apart after a mere few minutes. It was simply too hot. Cindy's skin felt like it was combusting, and Jimmy felt like someone had set fireworks to his chest. They shared a quick, embarrassed glance, emerald and sapphire converging if only for half a second.

As they breathed heavily, recovering from the currently toxic fusion of body heat, Jimmy noticed the bottle of water they'd neglected. The cap hadn't been closed fully, and their precious water supply was slowly dribbling out onto the sand.

If you must falter be wise.