DISCLAIMER: I am NOT Meg Cabot. I do not own the charecters (except for the unknowns). The plot, however, is all mine.
Well, I'm not getting as many reviews as I hoped for with this sucker. But I am getting them, so a huge thankies to my reviewers!
Here's some S and J for ya.
Jesse's POV
The next day, we decided to actually leave the hotel grounds. We decided to get our hiking boots and climb Dimond Head, an extinct volcano that is supposed to have an amazing view.
But no one told us to bring a flashlight.
Which is why we were walking through a dark tunnel, with no light to guide us. Susannah had my arm in a death grip.
"I didn't think you were afraid of the dark..." I muttered, one hand in hers and the other one on the wall to guide ourselves out.
(A/N: Well, no flashlight wouldn't be a problem since there's always a ton of people in there withthey're flashlights... But for the sake of this, they are alone:-D)
"I'm not, I'm afraid of tunnels." She said.
"I didn't think you were afraid of anything, Susannah de Silva." I couldn't resist saying that name. It's pretty cool to say it. It has a nice ring to it.
"Oh, just how your not afraid of airplanes?" She asked smugly. She had me there, so I let the subject drop. "Thank God... light!" She exclaimed as we began to approach the end of the tunnel.
Once we had gotten out, we found another obstacle. Stairs. Lots of them. Over a hundred. So we began climbing them.
"OK, mister," Susannah complained. "This is all of the adventure your getting on this here honeymoon."
I was also beginning to regret going on this hike. But I put on a brave face.
"Querida, I'm sure we're almost there." I assured her.
After another flight of steps, we made it, breathing heavily. At least we were breathing heavily until we saw the view from the top. It was breathtaking.
"Wow..." Susannah said. "You can see other islands from here!"
I came behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. "That's incredible..." I said.
She took her digital camera out and started snapping pictures, eventually telling me to get infront of the camera.
"Do you want me to get a picture of both of you together?" A middle age woman asked as she came up with her husband a little girl.
"That would be great!" Susannah said, handing the woman her camera. She came to stand next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist.
After, she took the picture and we thanked her, I asked. "Ready to go?"
"Sure, it's all downhill from here anyway... Oh, yes!" I heard her say.
Turning around, I asked. "What?"
She held up a flashlight. "Somebody must have left it. And look," Susannah said before shining the light on my shirt. "It still works!"
"That's good." I told her. "I'll be able to keep circulation in my arm."
I turned around to head down the volcano. But a couple seconds later, I realized what a mistake I made because Susannah jumped on my back.
"Carry me." She said.
I coldn't help but give a evil grin. "Oh, sure... I'll carry you."
And then I proceeded to run down the volcano, with a screaming and giggling Susannah on my back.
Hey, if ask nicley, I just might add a lemon in the next one:-D. I know it's short, but the idea has been eating away at my mind.
