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A/N: Okay, first of all, I'm sorry I haven't posted new chapters. I even had some written and I didn't post them. Sorry. It's just that… I've been so lost in these past weeks, trying to find a grip on reality, and my creative flow and motivation have been stifled. I haven't even been wanting to update my site. I just post like a mad moron in my uJournal.

Also… THANKS TO THE REVIEWERS! I know I've probably made you impatient and pissed off with my laziness, but thanks for the reviews anyway! I love you! BTW- I didn't look on a calendar or anything, so that's why the days are wrong. Sorry for any pain or inconvenience this has caused you. : P

The Island Diaries

Chapter 2: What are geniuses for?

Michael's Internet Journal--

Thursday, June 14- 2:24 pm (as read on the clock on the desktop of my laptop)

Guess what? I'm stranded on an island with my sister, the love of my life, and the bodyguard of the aforementioned. As if the situation could not get any worse, I will not be using my laptop anymore in fear that the battery will go dead. Further more, I even had a hard time connecting to the internet because my portable satellite is kind of small and crappy. Needless to say, I had no idea that I would be using it while stranded in the middle of nowhere. Wait! I've got a brilliant idea! I don't know why I didn't think of this earlier!

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"Mia!" said an excited Michael, running towards the blonde girl who was sitting in the sand, her head in her lap. She had apparently been moping at the hopelessness of the situation. "Mia! I know how we can get off of this island!"

Mia suddenly looked up, anticipation in her eyes. Her heart skipped a beat when Michael said her name, the way his voice sounded, she loved everything. "OhMyGod! How?" She jumped up and now stood, anxious, in front of Michael, waiting for his suggestion. Michael, if you get me off of this island I swear I will leap into your arms and kiss you like crazy! Mia thought.

"I still have my laptop! And maybe my satellite signal will reach far enough to get help!" I can be her hero, thought Michael. This is so perfect.

"Michael! You're a genius!" Mia squealed as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him flat on the mouth. It was a kiss out of pure passion and excitement of the moment, not at all a romantic, planned out moment, but more of a shocker. Mia pulled away from Michael, finally realizing what she had done, or rather, was doing. Michael's pale, livid cheeks blushed a deep pink. He wondered if his face looked as heated as it felt. Mia blushed too, possibly redder than Michael. Wait- he didn't even save me yet, she thought. Ooops… "Um… sorry. I-I… I guess I just got excited for a second." She stared at the ground, kicking up sand with her bare feet, incredibly embarrassed.

"Sure, no problem…" Michael croaked, sounding almost like a teenage boy as he wiped his mouth off and looked, likewise, at the ground. He cleared his throat and they both took a step back from each other, trying to forget the awkward moment. He couldn't help but wonder, Did that just happen? Is the island dementia setting in already?

"Hey guys…" Lily said casually as she came to join the two. "What's all the commotion? I thought I heard screaming or something." Mia thanked God that Lily hadn't found them when she'd kissed Michael. She couldn't imagine how weird that would've looked to his sister and her best friend.

"Michael thought of a way to get us off of this smelly island!" Mia hoped she didn't sound like a girl who had just accidentally kissed her best friend's brother and was now trying to cover it up.

"Really?!" Lily was intrigued at the thought of rescue. It would make an excellent story for her show. Too bad she lost her camcorder in the goddamned ocean. "Are you serious?" She stared at Michael with disbelief.

"Yeah," Michael started, ready to disclose his plan. He almost sounded like he was bragging; like the whole world actually gave a shit that he had just been kissed unexpectedly by the girl who he'd liked for so long and had coincidently brought his laptop with him on this trip gone awry. "So first we can log onto the internet using my satellite connected to the laptop…"

Lily interrupted him and pointed behind Michael to a spot farther down the beach. "You mean that laptop?" About fifty feet behind him was a flock of ravenous seagulls, pecking furiously at something lying on the sand. Michael whirled around quickly. His mouth dropped open at what he saw.

"Oh… shit." Michael gawked, damning the moment he had left all of his computer equipment sitting on the beach and racing over to Mia to explain his plan. Some genius he was.

"Nice one, Mikey." Lily said as she gave her brother a sarcastic pat on the shoulder. "Looks like we're still stuck here, then." Lily sighed, turning her back to the both of them and heading for the crashed plane where she could sulk in peace.

Mia sighed too and turned to the one and only guy she had ever truly loved. "Oh Michael, what are we going to do now?" A lone tear fell down her cheek.

"I don't know, Mia," Michael sighed in return. "I honestly have no idea." He felt utterly ashamed that he was unable to rescue everyone, most importantly Mia. He was afraid that she was thinking he was a total and complete loser right now.

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Michael's Mental Journal

Thursday, June 14, who knows what time?

Well, I can't use my laptop anymore, that's for sure. And I don't want to foolishly waste any paper we have for fire starters on some stupid journal, so I'm just mentally writing stuff down.

First of all, Mia probably thinks I'm a loser now. My plan probably would've worked… But no… those punk ass seagulls had to beat the shit out of my computer. I don't know what the hell the world wants from me these days.

Today Mia kissed me. She kissed me. She was so excited at the prospect of getting off the island that she pressed her mouth hard against mine for one glorious moment. I bet that was probably just my consolation, my only reward for coming up with the idea to get us off the island. She probably thought if she kissed me now, when we got back to New York she could forget about me. No, I'm not bitter. I feel worthless and empty. What the fuck do I have to look forward to on this motherfucking island? Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Not even reruns! Mia's love? Probably not! I might as well give up and jump off of some cliff.

Who would care?

A/N: (GASP!) What will happen next? I don't even know! Hehe