Oh. My. Gosh. I. Am. A. horrible. Person. But my laptop broke down and my story was on it, so I couldn't update…but if you review…my laptop might not break down again (winkwinknudgenudge)

---Michael's POV---

I turned, and saw Mia on the ground, her foot in the sand.

"Mia!" I groaned, running back to help her up. "Haven't you learned to walk yet?"

"I know, I'm a klutz. Get me some diapers and a binky, and teach me to walk." She said. I laughed, and reached out to help her up.

"Like oh my god, run, you two! The plane isn't going to see you on the ground, DUH, and, hey! What are you doing!" Lacie looked at us, and I guiltily let go of Mia's hand.

"Lacie's right…we should…"

"Wave?" Mia suggested. Because the plane was flying away, and there was no way that they could see us down on the beach.

"Oh…oh dammnit! Oh my…" Lacie proceeded to let out a long string of words that shouldn't be repeated to anyone between the ages of five to ninety seven, then burst into tears.

"Lacie…oh don't cry, it's okay. C'mon, you have your cell phone, right? We can call someone to come get us—we won't be here for more than a day or two." Mia said, trying to calm down Lacie. Mia! Trying to calm down Lacie! Mia, who, the last time I saw her, had self esteem smaller than a caterpillar's head, who never thought she could say the right thing to anyone, was actually succeeding in making Lacie feel better. I couldn't help it—it made me like her more.

Crap—I had known her again for what? Four hours? And now I was back to liking her? We had to get off this island, fast. Another day or two, and I would probably be head over heels in love with her again.

---Mia's POV---

I had succeeded in calming Lacie down a little, and we were about to call for help when—

"CRAP! No service!" I heard her whine.

"Michael?" I asked, praying that he had his phone. He held it up triumphantly, and I sighed in relief.

"And I have service, too!" While Michael was busy getting extremely proud of himself, a large bird flew at him, squawking insanely. It dodged a palm tree, and headed straight for Michael…and his beloved phone. In a second, the bird had the small piece of technology in its large beak, and when it realized that it wasn't exactly edible, it made an exasperated birdy noise and dropped the phone in the water. Michael gaped at it, and then ran towards the water. He dove in after his cell and started thrashing wildly. I had to laugh; he looked like a physicotic duck. I watched him search for it, and a few minutes he let out a cry and floated to the top of the water.

"Get up, Michael, you're all wet, and in case you haven't noticed, there isn't exactly a shopping mall here to buy you anything new."

"What! Not even a gift shop? This is an island! Islands are like, the top vacation spots for tourists! Every island has a gift shop." Lacie cried, and stormed off in search of a gift shop, leaving Michael and me alone. He sighed, and flopped back on the sand.

"Look, we have to do something."

"Maybe they've realized we're missing, and have turned back around, and soon we'll be sitting in our cushy little seats again enjoying free peanuts."

"Or maybe we're on a deserted island that no one has ever heard of before."

He looked at me, confused.

"But, that would mean—" he shot straight up. He turned to me, and his eyes were wide and full of true terror. "Oh no. OH NO. We can't be on a deserted island, because if we were on a deserted island and they didn't realize that we were missing until who knows when, and when someone tried to come and find us eventually, they wouldn't be able to find us because NO ONE KNOWS WHERE THIS PLACE IS."

"Nice work Sherlock." I smirked, and lay down beside him, and he fell back down, defeated. I looked at him and laughed.

"What?"

"Nothing…it's just, after six years, I see you again on a plane to Aruba. Then we get stuck on an island together. You would have thought that someone was writing a story about us or something." (A/N: Ha ha.)

"I know, seriously."

"So…how's life been for you?"

"Pretty good. I was accepted into Harvard, but…ah…I kinda dropped out to work on my music."

"You're still in a band?"

"Yeah, only the one you seem to be a tad obsessed with."

"Not obsessed. Not even remotely."

"Uh-huh, sure. ANYWAYS—" he said quickly, seeing my death glare. "What's up with you?"

"Wow, where should I start, besides with a whole lot of nothing?"

"Yeah right. It can't be that bad."

I snorted. "Believe me, it can."

"You have to have a job. A house. Friends you go places with. Stuff you do in your spare time. Favorite foods."

"Journalist. Apartment in LA. I'm still friends with your sister and stay home and complain. I like to play with my cat and go to the beach. Chinese food, still a vegetarian."

"See, your life doesn't suck. A journalist? That's pretty good."

" I guess…it's just that…I don't know, I feel—"

"Like something's missing."

"…yeah. Exactly." I smiled at him, wondering how he knew that. He turned his head sharply to look at me.

"Genovia."

"Huh?"

"Are you still the princess? Or the queen now? Should I be serving you tea with crumpets and calling you 'Your Highness'?"

"First of all, tea with crumpets? Ew. Secondly, I'm still the princess, (A/N: I think she becomes queen when she's like, twenty-one or something and she's older than that in this story, but I'm hoping we can forget that little bit of info in here. :-) but they hired someone to take over part of my job. I just couldn't deal with it anymore, so Grandmere sent me off to Aruba."

"Only you didn't quite get there." He laughed.

"Nope, not really. So anyways—"

"NOTHING! Not even a snack shop." Lacie's large chest said as it came towards us.

"Nothing." I repeated, suddenly dazed when I realized exactly what situation we were in.

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