A/N: So I'll start with the first suggestion I got, which was from zikki4ever123. Cheers! BTW, the dialogue is similar in the beginning, but mixes up once with the arrival of Emma.

Marril96: Thanks for all the suggestions! Yours start in the next chapter!

majobloem: I know that they are destined to be together. I said at the end all these feelings were totally wrong, because it's a short story where everything is mixed up (e.g., the first chapter, where Charlotte and Cleo are switched.) The short stories are supposed to be like that. It won't ever happen (the not getting back together of Clewis), because the story was totally mixed up, as it was supposed to be. The feelings and characters will mostly be OOC. Take it or leave it.

Story 3: What if Emma was the new girl instead of Rikki? (Suggestion by zikki4ever123)

Cleo POV

I walked along in the hot weather of Australia. I paced kind of fast, hoping to escape what was behind me. Rikki, who was my best friend since kindergarten, had asked me to help her train for her big swim meet, and being me, I couldn't say no, even though deep down I was terrified of water, and I couldn't swim. I had tried to stay at least three feet away from the edge of the pool while watching the amazing Rikki slice through the water like it was air. I couldn't have helped but feel a little jealous. I really regretted refusing to take swimming lessons with Rikki when I had the chance years ago. But instead, here I was, fifteen, and still unable to just swim. God, why was I so pathetic? Why couldn't I reverse that, and not be scared of swimming anymore? There had to be something!

"Cleo! Hey, Cleo!" I heard a voice call. My head lifted from my misery to look at Zane. He was staring right at me. Wait…was he calling me? Out of all the people in the world, he was calling me? No, that couldn't be right. I instantly swiveled my head around to look behind me, to see if there was some blonde tanned goddess behind me named Cleo that must have been his girlfriend, or some sort of snobby friend (not unlike himself.) But he said, "Yes, that Cleo."

As it turned out, he just needed help with his zodiac. I politely told him I was no good with boats, and tried to back away. But he said all he needed was for me to hand him a few tools.

I unsurely took a few steps towards him. It all sounded a little fishy to me. I mean, what could have been up Zane's sleeve? We were enemies since elementary school, where I had a slight crush on him, but once that secret had slipped, he told me he'd never like me ever. We've never gotten along since.

I hesitantly stepped into the boat, and started digging in his toolbox. He told me that his spark plug had been stolen. Now feeling pretty confident, I calmly asked him if it worked without one. I felt a sudden jolt, and I turned around. Zane had a smug smile on his face. "Nah, no spark plug, no spark." I looked around worriedly, and realized that he had kicked the boat away from the dock.

I was right! I knew it! There was no way that stuck up, good for nothing Zane could have possibly just wanted "help with his boat." I would have been silently proud of myself if the boat wasn't drifting away from the dock. Zane knew I couldn't swim! It was one of the many reasons he said he'd never like me!

I felt like crying when I asked why he'd sent adrift me, and not someone else. I told him I hadn't stolen his spark plug, just in case this was revenge for it. What would I have done with a measly old spark plug anyway? I didn't own a boat! That was because I had no intention of going anywhere near water, except to wash my hands.

He just replied, "Because you're here, Cleo!" It didn't make any sense at all to me, but of course he just wanted to mess with me. I argued some more with him, but I knew he'd won.

I looked around at my surroundings—water. All water. What else was there to an ocean? How deep was it? What if my feet were like weights, and they just brought me straight down like a rocket?

I sat down in the boat. "This isn't happening," I said to no one in particular. What would happen now? Would the water police find me stranded in the middle of the ocean, dead? If I ever got off this boat, I am going to literally kill Zane!

There was a blur of movement. It jumped off the dock, and landed on the boat, in perfect cat-like form. It caught my surprise so easily that I screamed.

The blur actually turned out to be a girl, looking about my age. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail behind her head, and a few strands were visibly out of place. Her cheeks were red—either running or the heat. A white tank top hugged her body perfectly, along with blue pants—a simple outfit. She had pale pink lips that were set in a hard line. Her blue eyes stared at me as if they'd never seen a girl before.

"What?" the girl asked, a smile not forming on her lips. I looked her up and down. Her pale hand wrapped around something completely invisible to me.

"Nothing," I stammered. "But…we're both kind of…" I made a gesture to the ocean around us. That wide, wide ocean…oh, I was going to be sick. "Stuck here." I muttered the last part. My heart beat faster at the word "stuck."

A smile now crept on her lips. She didn't have to say anything—she just held up something. A spark plug.

"Wait…so you took that?" I asked, astounded. I thought Zane had made sure that his boat was highly equipped so things like this just wouldn't happen. Wow, this girl must have been good.

She scooted past me, and to the visible engine. She stuck the spark plug into the engine. After a few minutes, she stood back up. The boat rocked a little, which made my stomach go inside out, but seemed to not have made her notice one bit. She held out her hand. "Emma Gilbert."

I took it. "Cleo Sertori." I watched as she sat down in front of the wheel. She looked over the boat. "Pretty sweet boat," said Emma. "No wonder this boy is rich. He can get boats like these easily. That guy has more money in his front pockets than I'll ever have in my entire life."

"You know Zane?" I asked. She looked up at me as if she'd forgotten I was there. She shielded her eyes with her hand. I wondered why she did, but I realized the sun was right behind me. Embarrassed, I sat down next to her.

"Sort of," she answered my question, not looking at me, but at the wheel. "I've seen him around school. My dad told me about him—see, he works for Mr. Bennett. Dad got a job here working for Bennett, and that's why we moved. My brother hates the move more than I do."

"How old is your brother?" I asked. I was truly curious, too. Or maybe I was just trying to make conversation to rid my mind of thinking about the ocean, and how we were going to drown…oh, stop it!

"Eleven," she said.

"So is my sister. Maybe they know each other."

"Maybe," said Emma, but she was more interested in fiddling with the knobs and switches on the zodiac that I could probably not have figured out myself. She pulled down a big lever, and the engine started up.

I swayed a little, which made me incredibly uneasy. My hands shot out to the sides of the boat and gripped them hard. I squeezed my eyes shut.

I heard a laugh. I opened one closed eye and saw Emma staring back at me, a smile dancing on her lips. I grinned, too. I was glad I had made her laugh.

"Come on, lighten up," she said, carefully prying my fingers one by one from the sides of the boat. "What's the fun of the ride if you can't see anything beneath those closed eyes?"

I gathered up my courage. Emma was already done getting my hand off one of the sides, and was going for the second. I promptly and proudly pulled off my other, and so they wouldn't be tempted, I placed them on the seat and sat on them.

"Good," she said, smiling. She returned to her controls. "Let's go!"

The boat started up in a jerking motion, and my hands flew out to the sides again. Once it started to move, I felt more comfortable, and let go.

Emma was right. I really wouldn't had had any fun at all on the trip if my eyes were shut as if I had seen something ghostly and wished it away, and my hands gripping the sides as if I was about to fall to my death. The ocean was very pretty. I was almost disappointed that I was exceedingly terrified of water.

I turned my attention to a nearby bridge. We were about to drive under it. I saw the sidewalk by the bridge, and on it, looking amused, was Rikki.

"Hey Rikki! Do you want to ride?" I yelled up to her. She smiled. Her white teeth showed beneath her lips. Rikki's blonde hair was curled perfectly and parted two ways onto her shoulders. She had a red short-sleeved shirt with black decoration swirls on it, and a pair of light blue jeans. She was also wearing a thin, white vest.

"Where are you heading?" she yelled back, cupping her mouth with her hands. She grabbed her hair and tightly squeezed it, letting the remaining water drip off and onto the sidewalk. Probably chlorine filled water from her pool behind her house. Rikki was pretty devoted.

"Wherever!" Emma called, revving the engine. "Let's go, we have time to kill!"

Rikki rolled her eyes, but I laughed. Somehow I knew that we would all be great friends. I also somehow knew, deep down inside, that something would happen soon that would change our lives forever.

A/N: Okay! Well, next chapter I will start on Marril96's endless ideas (XD it'll be a lot of fun to write about them), and if you have any suggestions, feel free to drop them in the comment thingy. 'Kay, if that's all, ciao!