Days on the Island: 2 4 PM
I swear to God I'm going to kill her if she says one more word. For two hours I've listened to Shannon complain about the sand, the heat, the jungle, her feet, anything and everything and I'm going to snap. I don't care if she is Boone's sister I'm going to fucking kill her.
Breathe, Gwen. Just breathe. You will not let the princess get to you…even though she's taken everyone opportunity to sneer and make comments about your hair, wardrobe, etc. You lived 20 years with your stepmother from hell, you can handle this.
As if a jungle safari with Shannon isn't enough, everyone's friendly neighborhood asshole arrived about 15 minutes after we left, storming through like this was all this idea all along. For the past two hours, when he's not insulting everyone, he's been leering at Kate and Shannon, although I'm not totally surprised.
Kate has this whole innocent, 'girl next door' thing going on, yet when you look at her sometimes you catch a look that makes you think there might be something more to her. She's got this weird mysterious complexity that makes you think she's never quite at home. She always seems to be looking for a way out, the quickest escape like she's just about to bolt.
And then there's Shannon. Ms. Perfect Clothes, perfect hair, perfect body. As much as it pains me to admit there might be something more to her than Gucci and Chanel, the more time I spend with her, the more I wonder about her as well. There's this unspoken tension between her and Boone, even in the quiet moments…hell, especially in the quiet moments. Something in the way they look at each other makes me wonder just what their deal is.
So this is what I have to compete with. No wonder I'm always at the back of the group. Mary Ann and Ginger of the island have the boys tripping over themselves to impress them. I guess that makes me Mrs. Howell. Great. Just what I need. A Mrs. Howell complex.
Anyway, we've stopped to rest now. Sawyer and Sayid are arguing, Kate is trying to tell both of them to shut up. Boone and Shannon are arguing. Charlie is trying to flirt with Shannon. Basically it's an argue-fest. Crack team we've assembled here. Even though Sayid said we all need a few moments to rest I know he and Kate think I need time to 'recover' from my traumatic incident….like I'm an invalid or something.
I have to admit, I thought I would be prepared for this little expedition, but this puts my gym to shame. We just scaled what can only be described as a small mountain and I've had my second life threatening event of the week.
Sawyer had already helped Kate up to the ledge; she and Sayid were talking about the transceiver. Boone was yelling at Shannon for freaking out about some bug as I pulled up the rear. I had somehow ended up in the back…again.
I grabbed the ledge and was about to pull myself up when the root I was holding onto suddenly came loose. I could hear Kate gasp and Sayid yell. I remember thinking, "That's nice that they'd be upset that I died. I don't even know them that well," when someone suddenly grabbed my wrist.
I looked up and Sawyer held my gaze with an intense look in his eyes. He was barely hanging on the ledge himself as he strained to pull me up. God, I wasn't that heavy, was I? I then made the mistake of looking down and had a mild panic attack. Scrambling, I found my footing, pushed up and grabbed him, causing us to both go tumbling backwards on the ledge.
I fell on top of Sawyer, though I was too freaked out to really notice. My head was on his chest as I tried to catch my breath. As I began to calm down I realized his heart was pounding really fast. I pulled back and looked at him. We gazed at each other a few moments before Kate and Sayid pulled me up, asking me if I was okay and Shannon began screaming that we were all going to die. I barely heard them as I stared at Sawyer.
As Kate began to speak to him, the spell was broken. His eyes turned cold and mocking and he looked at Kate, who realized he was fine. He smirked at me and I was suddenly filled with the urge to hit him. "So much for our expert rock climber," he commented as he began to walk away.
"Yeah well, the rock walls at the Y don't usually fall apart," I shot back, annoyed for thinking I was having a 'moment' with that jackass. It must have been that condition where people sympathize with their rescuers…or is that kidnappers….?
He laughed and glanced at me over his shoulder with that annoying smirk of his. "Just be careful, Sweetheart, I might not be around next time."
He's such an ass.
We're moving again. Apparently I've recovered enough.
Oh! Kate told me that Charlie (AKA the guy who looks like the guy from Driveshaft) really IS from Driveshaft! This is like some bad TV movie only there are other people on the island with us and Charlie isn't Dean Cain and I'm not Tori Spelling. Thank God.