"Stan, Pashmina? What's going on?" I asked as Maxwell and I walked into the door. They hopped off the table and tried smiling at me, as if that would make me forget what they were doing.

"What the hell were you doing?" I repeated

"Hey, sis. Uh, we, uh, I , umm, oh ok, I was kissing her, ya feel better?" He questioned, getting mad.

"Kissing is hardly a word to describe it. Well at least do that kind of stuff when you are not in my presents!" I stormed upstairs. How could Stan and Pashmina? Stan's my brother! Pashmina's one of my best friend! I don't know, maybe it was supposed to happen and I am just jealous because I don't have someone like that.

I laid down on my bed and hugged my pillow. Tears fell down my face. I miss my mommy and daddy.

"Hey. Are you ok?" Maxwell sat next to me, putting one arm around my shoulder. I wiped my eyes and looked up at him. Putting on my best fake smile.

"Yeah! Of Course! Why wouldn't I be?"

"You don't have to pretend around me, Sandy. I know you've been kind of lost since all the girls got involved with the guys. I mean, they are your best friends, I know what you're going through." He hugged me. "I'm here for you."

"Thanks Maxi." I smiled at him. "Is it bad that I am not with any guy? I mean, that doesn't make me weird, does it?"

"No, you're perfect just the way you are. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." I looked deep into his eyes. Before I knew it, our lips were nearly touching. I closed my eyes, remembering the movies I watched when I was a little girl.

When our lips touched, if was like energy was flowing through my body into his then back to me. The butterflies went crazy and I felt more happy than I could ever remember being.

Then, sadly, we parted for air. We smiled at each other. "I've always wanted to do that, for longer than I could remember." He told me

"Really? Same here." I laughed. "So does this mean that we are together now?"

"Only if you want to be." He looked at me with a hopeful smile. I answered him by kissing him again. This was like my fairytale dreams. My dream.

"Sandy! Maxwell! You guys have to come out here and see this!" Boss yelled to us.

We ran outside and there was a cruise ship, not 1 mile from the island. They were pulling in, probably thinking it was some get away island. I guess sand dollars work on multiple wishes.