I don't know how long we've been on this island. Bianca says we've been here over a month. So maybe five to six weeks. I can't tell. It seems like so much longer. I don't know how long I can stay positive toward the idea of us being rescued. I do know this. Bianca and I cannot survive on this island forever. We had quite a few cans of food left, but it eventually it would go away and then what would we do? Kill dinosaurs for meat? I don't think so. How in the world would that taste? I could barely believe that my parents or even Bianca's mom hadn't noticed that we've been gone for too long. Weren't they out searching for us? There was no way to know. I don't know why, but Bianca and I have been getting into more arguments. I just feel so frustrated all the time because I can't stay positive and Bianca is the queen of pessimism. Despite that though, I can't help but be drawn to her all the time. It's almost like my life gravitates toward her now. She's the only one here with me and, even if it freaks me out, she makes me laugh with her questions. I can't blame her. We're young and we're curious and we're so close now that these questions are getting less and less awkward. I can't tell if that is a good thing or a bad thing. Around this time Bianca got mad at me because I heard her scream while she was bathing during the evening before we were going to go to bed and I ran to make sure she was okay. Lucky for her, she only almost slipped on a rock. Not so lucky for me, she thought I was being a peeping tom.

"Bee, I didn't see anything! I promise! You jumped in the water faster than I could see. Honestly."

Bianca glared at me from her bed. She was curled up under her blankets as if to shield my eyes from seeing anything more of her ever.

"I never believed you were a pervert, but now I know the truth!"

I rolled my eyes with a sigh. We'd been at this for at least half an hour.

"This is coming from the girl who forced me to see her in only her underwear."

"This is different!"

I threw my hands up in defeat. She wouldn't cave. She refused to believe me.

"Tell you what," I said, annoyed," I'll strip for you right now and you can get a good look at me and then you'll feel even. Good?"

Bianca's eyes widened and she shook her head vigorously. I thought not. I sighed and sat down.

"Honestly, Bianca, have I lied to you so far in all this time?"

She sat up on her bed.

"I guess not…"

"So why do you no believe me?"

She was silent for a moment. She then hung her head.

"I guess…I have no reason not to."

I grinned at her.

"So you know I didn't see anything. I promise."

"Okay."

I got up and, after pulling my shirt off, turned out the light. It was always a task to get to the bed in the dark, but I was usually pretty good at it. Usually. I tripped over something on my way back to the bed and fell right on top of Bianca, who yelped in shock and pain.

"I'm sorry. That hurt me, too," I informed her as her knee had rammed into the front of my thigh.

I was very thankful that she missed hitting something else. As I tried to get up, I accidentally grabbed something strangely soft. I knew what happened the instant Bianca shouted at me.

"Eric! You're such a jerk! You did that on purpose!"

I was flung off to the side toward my bed. I destroyed the pillow wall as I rolled.

"I can't see anything. I didn't mean to!"

"You groped me!"

"I know. Sorry."

It got rather silent after that. I couldn't possibly fix the pillow wall in the dark so I just left it demolished. As I found my blanket and tried to settle into bed, I was surprised as Bianca moved over to me and lay her head on my chest. I was glad it was dark, because my face lit up instantly.

"Bee?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"I guess."

"Why do guys get "boners" if it isn't a bone?"

I couldn't help but smile as I put an arm around her back.

"I don't actually know."

"Oh."

It was quiet. I closed my eyes to try and sleep but Bianca shook me a little.

"I'm still up, Bee…"

"What do you think of me?"

I froze at her question. I instantly began to wonder what she was trying to get at. What was she secretly asking me behind such a vague question?

"Well, you're funny, smart, and kinda shy. Why?"

"Are those good things?"

"I think so."

I could feel her smile against my chest.

"Eric?"

"Yeah."

"I really like you. If we ever get home…you'll still be my friend?"

I smiled against her hair. That's what she had been worried about.

"Don't worry. I like you, too. And when we get home...I'll still be your best friend."

I felt her hug me tighter as she sniffled down tears of happiness.

"You promise?"

"I promise."