Susan, Pratt and Jing-Mei stood back to admire their creation. It had taken them hours to clear away the undergrowth, manoeuvre the raft into the clearing, and collect together some straight branches to use to make a shelter when the others got back with the machete. They'd also collected together dry wood to make a fire with. In the end Susan, felt they'd actually achieved something. However there was a niggling thought at the back of her mind.
"Looks pretty good doesn't it." Said Pratt, looking on proudly.
"Yeah, but I've been thinking," Susan said quickly. "Firstly, what do we have to start the fire with?"
"Abby said she had a lighter in her pocket, and anyway, I'm sure our male companions are in-touch with their inner cavemen enough to rustle up a little old fire." Pratt smiled as Jing-Mei finished.
"Ok, but, even if we have a fire, what are we gonna eat. I don't know about you, but I'm starving." Pratt nodded.
"You're right. We've gotta eat soon."
"I think I saw some coconuts a bit further down the beach." Said Susan, pointing her thumb over her shoulder vaguely.
"Me and Greg'll go and look." Said Jing-Mei quickly, flashing him a look.
"Uh, yeah, good idea." Pratt said, eventually understanding the intensity of Jing-Mei's glare.
"Ok," muttered Susan slowly, "I'll wait here for when the others get back." Jing-Mei grabbed Greg's arm and dragged him quickly down the sand.
"Oh please," muttered Susan, "Could you be anymore obvious."
Carter walked a little behind the other two. Luka and Abby were talking and laughing, but Carter couldn't help watching Abby's every move and word.
He felt sort of ashamed that he wasn't guilty when thinking about Abby, after only breaking up with Kem a short time ago.
He smiled as he watched her, the way her hair fell over her shoulders, the way her hands moved as she talked, the smile she wore when Luka said something funny. John had a sudden thought about Kem, about how it was like he was betraying her. But they had been over for a few months now, and it had been Kem that had left him, not the other way round.
But John had been with Abby before, and then he had left, with only a crummy letter for an explanation that he didn't even care enough to deliver himself.
He screwed his eyes up against the thoughts flying around in his head and started to hurry up towards the other two.
sorry its such a short chapter guys, but i'm back at school (arrgh) after half term when i wrote the first load of this. thanks to everyone whos reviewed, pleeeease keep it up, it really helps.