Chapter Three: Annoyingly Innocent
Walt and I were lying on my beach towel; the one with strawberries on it, playing a game Walt called "Shape Finders Extreme", which was basically a game where you found shapes in the clouds, except you couldn't find boring shapes, like bunnies or whatever. Depending on how unique your shape was and how much the clouds looked like it, you would get points.
Needless to say, Walt was kicking my ass.
"Spongebob Squarepants." Walt murmured, pointing up at a particular blob.
I squinted at the clouds he was gesturing to, and sure enough, there was a cloud that looked just like that yellow laughing bastard.
"Okay, little guy. Ten points." I grumbled, rolling onto my side to mark it on our 'scoreboard', which was a patch of sand with lines drawn in it.
"Who's winning?" Walt asked innocently, trying to hold back a smile.
"You know perfectly well who's winning, kid." I growled, flopping back next to him, determined to find a good shape.
Walt let out a weird giggle. "It's okay, Shannon. Everyone sucks at this game the first time they play it."
I snorted. "Not like me, they don't."
"Oh c'mon, you can't be doing that bad." He said, sitting up and looking at the score. "Never mind, you can."
"Hey, just 'cause I don't have an imagination doesn't mean I can't find a frickin' shape in a frickin' cloud!" I protested grumpily.
No sooner had I said that then Walt pointed at the sky again. "Bowl of fruit."
Goddammit all to hell.
One hundred and seventy-two points later, Walt was still light years ahead of me.
"C'mon, Shannon! You're not trying hard enough!" Walt exclaimed after I threatened to quit after he discovered a former member of the Beatles hidden in the clouds. "Please? Just five more minutes, and if you don't find one, we'll play another game."
"Oh ALRIGHT! But only because I'm incredibly nice person."
Walt snickered.
"Hey, watch it, little man, or I'll chuck your dog off a cliff and blame it on the French chick."
"Just look, okay?" Walt pleaded.
"LOOKING!" I responded, fixing my eyes on the sky, willing the wisps to form a shape I could recognize.
After a few moments, I finally, finally saw something.
"HOLY CRAP IT'S THE GOLDFISH CRACKER WEARING SUNGLASSES!" I shrieked, causing people to stare at me. "OH MY GOD I FOUND ONE! I'M SO HAPPY!"
The two of us were still rolling around on the sand with laughter when Sayid came over.
"What it so funny?" he asked politely, his eyes light with amusement.
I was about to explain when Walt suddenly hollered "You're standing on the scoreboard!"
"Oh CRAP!" I yelled, jumping up and knocking Sayid out of the way. "Oh, it's okay, you cans till see the scratches."
I looked around. "Where did Sayid go?"
"Down here."
I glanced down. Sayid was sprawled on the sand, smiling up at me.
"Oops. Did I knock you over?" I asked, feeling my face flush slightly.
"It is forgiven, I did not mean to stand on...whatever that was."
"Are you sure you're okay?" I felt like such an idiot.
"Why don't you walk him over to Jack's tent to make sure he is?" Walt suddenly suggested, wiggling his eyebrows so only I could see.
I shot Walt a Look that clearly said 'watch-it-or-I'll-kill-you-in-your-sleep', but either he didn't take the hint or the kid has a death wish.
"Go on, Shannon. I think he might need help walking."
"Hey Walt, I hope your dog isn't afraid of heights." I glowered, reminding him of my little threat from earlier.
By this time, Sayid was on his feet. "I really don't think its necessary-"
"Of course it is!" Walt exclaimed, nudging me closer to Sayid. "Bye Shan, see you later!"
I had no choice but to start walking with Sayid. From behind me I could hear Walt making kissy noises and then cracking up.
I swear, if I ever catch his goddamn dog, I'm tossing it over the highest cliff I can find.
AN: Walt reminds me of my little sister in this chapter. .:giggles:.