Wow, I can't believe I got so many great reviews, and on my first fan fiction story! I HAVEN'T BEEN JOINED FOR LIKE…3 WEEKS AND ITS LIKE WHOA! I love the advice, THANKS A BUNCH!

And now…back to the story…………lights fade

Okay, lately Rufus has been acting all strange. He doesn't really come out of Ron's pocket a whole lot and when he does, he always tugs on his shirt like something is going to happen. But everything seems fine. I know animals have like a sixth sense or something, but Rufus needs to get a grip.

Good news is, I can finally move my arm. Ron and I think I just sprained it, says I was lucky. I guess I am, but I wouldn't say being on a deserted island is luck. At least Ron is with me. He has defiantly made an improvement; I actually caught him saying, "Where is a Bueno Nacho when you need one?" I cracked up when he saw me right behind him. But he's being much more….manlier if that's the word. He's taking control of the situation, unlike me where I just tend to boss people around. Like when I taught the tweebs soccer team when Dad got hurt. It's not my fault I'm a control freak.

We just got back from swimming. Oh my gosh that water is heaven! It's so cool and blue! I got in it, and the water just forms straight around you and makes you feel, all tingly inside. Like it's hugging you, sounds weird doesn't it? You can actually see the bottom when you look down. Nothing but sand and seaweed and fish and crabs. But the current was getting strong so we had to get out like after a half an hour. But this place is paradise! I'm getting an awesome tan. And Ron is getting pretty freckled. Poor Rufus, when he's actually out, he gets really red. It's funny though because he looks like a little sausage link. Hah! But I really can't say anything bad about this island, even though we are stranded and have no clue where we are, this island is perfect.

Here comes Ron, he was just "trying" to fish.

"Hey Kim."

"Hey Ron, catch any fish?"

"Hah hah…..very funny KP. You look tired. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. It's just been a long day." I yawned.

"Mhm…sure. You sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine Ron, really. I just over-did it swimming today, that's all."

"Well don't try that again. You know if something happened to you I go crazy."

"I'm not going to die Ron."

"I'm not saying you are, it's just that, well," he paused, "Being out here with no help, we can't take any chances. So maybe tomorrow, both of us should relax, you know, take it easy."

"You sure?"

"Positive, it will help." He smiled at me, "Well good night." He walked back towards the edge of the beach.

"Ron, where are you going?"

"I'm just going to think."