Temptation Island
Chapter 5
Where to go, What to do?
Shelby's Story
Dedicated to the Little Green Man On My Window Sill, and Ralphie.

Disclaimer: Now I don't normally do this but I figure I should, so here goes. Obviously, I don't own them or they would still be on the air.

Shelby and Conner were sitting at the secluded islands only resteraunt. This was supposed to be the most romantic island. And so far Shelby could see why. This would be a great spot to go with Scott sometime, Shelby thought. But she shouldn't be thinking about Scott, she should be thinking about Conner. Conner was extremely cute Shelby had to admit. And he had the best smile.
"So, what do you wanna talk about?" Conner asked.
"Hmm, I dunno. How long have you been playing?"
"Oh, ever scince I was little. My Dad taught me."
"Ah, so it's like a gene pool talent?"
"A gene pool talent?" COnner asked raising his eyebrows.
"Like you get the talent from one of your parents"
"Oh, right. Well, yeah I geuss so. So what about you, what are your gene pool talents?"
"I don't have any."
"C'mon you have to have something."
"Well, I got my acting acility from my Dad."
"Ah, an aspiring actress."
"No, it's just me and my Dad are good at fooling people. Not such a great talent, but in comes in handy when you don't want to hurt other people. Or yourself." Shelby mumbled the last bit to herself but Conner heard it.
"I'm geussing you don't wanna talk about that?"
"No, but I do wanna get to know more about you."
The waitress came over just as Conner was about to say something. "Can I get you anything to drink?" She said putting her pen to her pad.
"Uh, I'll take a coke." Conner said.
"Water, thanks." Shelby said as the aitress walked away.
"What no caffeine?"
"Well, let's just say I got over that stuff a long, long time ago."
"How long ago?"
"Let's see about ten years. Junior year of High School."
"Really, when I was a junior in high school Coke was like all i would drink. There's no way I would have been able to give it up."
"Well, let's just say it wasn't my idea."
"Well, if it wasn' yours then whose was it. It wasn't your parents was it. My parents are caffeine adicts too."
"No, one of the rules of my high school was no caffeine. I dunno I geuss I just got used to it. I don't really have a taste for sweets anymore. I mean every now and then, but I really got turned off of it at school."
"A school that didn't allow caffeine or sugar, weird. But, I mean couldn't you have some at home?"
"No, actually this was like a school that you live at."
"Ah, a boarding school, that must have sucked."
"No, it wasn't really a boarding school. It was a school for people who had "hit a bump it the 'road of life'"
" A reformatory?"
"Yeah, but it wasn't like most reformatory schools."
"There's no way you could have gone to a reformatory school. I mean you're like so normal."
"I'm no where near normal. I'm alot different than you would think. I've got alot of secrets, but..."
The waitress came back with their drinks. "Are you ready to order yet?"
"Uh, I am. Are you Shelby?"
"No, but you can just order for me."
"Okay, then we'll have two Pot Roasts."
"What would you like on the side."
Conner looked at Shelby. "Um, I'll just have some extra gravy."
"Okay, and for you mam?"
"Uh, a house salad."
"Okay, and what kind of dressing?"
"Ranch."
"Okay I'll be right out with your salad."
"I hope you like Pot Roast." Conner said when the waitress ahd gone.
"Yeah, it's okay."
"So anyway, enough about me tell me some more about you..."
They talked, joked and ate, and then went back to the island both too tired to join in the activities happening there. But the camera crew didn't care if they were about to die, they needed and interview.
Conner's Interview:
We had alot of fun, we learned alot about each other. I really had a good time and I think she did too.

Shelby's Interview:
Shelby:It was fun.
Camera Man: Are there second date possibililties?
Shelby: Possibly.

And with that Shelby went back to her room and fell into a blissful sleep the second she hit her pillow.

A/N: This is my last one for atleast a week. I hope it lasts you. The little green man on my window sill whispers ideas to me at night, Freaky, you might say, but he gives me really good ideas. And Ralphie is my petfly at my grammy's house. I wouldn't let her kill him which is really weird because I absloutely positively HATE FLYS WITH A PEA PURPLA PASSION. Okay well anyway, Happy Summer.
P.S. Yes, I am a little out there, but aren't we all.