After we finished yet another dinner of fish at Taro's house Chelsea and I were about to head out to the door when Felicia stopped us.

"Wait just a moment you two." She said.

We turned around to face her.

"What is it?" I asked.

She strolled over to the counter next to the stove and picked up a plate with two fish on it.

"I made you two a meal for tomorrow in case the weathers too bad for you to come over." She told us as she handed me the plate.

"Thanks." Chelsea said with a smile. "That's so kind of you."

"Oh it's no trouble dear. I just want to make sure you two don't starve is all." Felicia replied with a little laugh. "You've been working so hard since we've arrived here and I'm sure you could use a day off."

"Thanks." I said. Yes, thanks for reminding me that I won't have to put up with Taro, even if it is probably just a day.

"Yeah because cleaning up a field is such hard work…" Natalie muttered sarcastically.

"Come on Natalie, if it wasn't for them who knows what we'd be doing for food right now." Elliot argued, having heard her as well.

"We'd probably still be having these poor excuses for fish you catch." Natalie barked.

"Hey, I'd like to see you do better!" Elliot shouted, getting just as mad as her.

"Calm down you two." Taro began as entered their argument. I don't know who I should feel sorry for now.

Felicia quickly stepped in front of Chelsea and me and directed us towards the door. "Well you two better get going now. You don't want to get caught in the rain do you?"

"No, I guess not." I replied.

I turned back around with the dish in my hands as Chelsea kindly opened the door. As we stepped outside we could hear as Felicia seemed to join the quarrel going on inside. Outside I looked up in the sky and noticed how more dark clouds had begun to set in, the wind picking up as well.

"Felicia's right, we better get home." Chelsea noted.

We started to walk back towards the farm house but after about a few steps a large gust of wind blew by knocking my hat off of Chelsea's head.

"Hey, my hat!" I shouted as I watched it land on the ground ahead of us. Sure, it was just a hat but hey, it was my hat.

Chelsea laughed. "Don't worry Mark, I'll get it."

She ran over to my hat had landed and bent over to pick it up but the wind blew by again causing it to roll further away.

"Dang it." She huffed. "I got it this time."

I couldn't help but start to laugh as I watched the same scenario play out a few more times in front of me as the wind simply refused to let Chelsea grab my hat. Eventually she managed to finally grab a hold it and brushed the dust off of it before walking back to me.

"Here you go Mark." She said as she places it on my head.

I smiled. "Thanks."

"Oh, wait, I forgot something." She remarked.

She turned my hat around.

"There you go, just how you like it." She giggled.

I laughed. "Thanks, you know me so well already."

"I guess I do. Now come on we have to get home before it starts raining." She said.

With my hat safely back on my head we resumed our short walk back to the farm house and entered it just as soon as raindrops began to fall down from the sky. Inside we went through the usual process of me placing my hat on its hook while Chelsea removed her headband from her pocket and placed it on the table. The two of us then climbed into our bed and laid there silently for a moment as the sound of rain falling against the roof became louder and louder with each second.

There's just something about that sound that's so soothing. It's just so calming, it makes me tired.

So… very… tired…

"Hey Mark?" I heard Chelsea ask, waking me up a bit.

I turned around to face her only to see she was still facing the other way. "Yeah?"

"Did you really mean it when you said I was cute today?" She asked as she shuffled around under the sheets to look at me.

Now that really woke me up.

"Well… I…" I began.

Just like before I struggled to try and answer her question in any way possible though it didn't take as long for Chelsea to sigh and turn away from me.

"It's alright Mark, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." She said quietly. I could tell she was disappointed.

I felt as if I should've said something to try and make her feel better since I seemed to have let her down but I'm not exactly the greatest when it comes to situations like this so I decided not to say anything further. I shifted my attention back to the rain hitting the rooftop and found myself falling asleep.

The next morning rather than waking up to the sound of Taro banging on the door with that cane of his I instead found myself awoken to the booming sound of thunder coming from outside. I sat up as a flash of lighting light up the room for a moment before it once again fell dark.

As I looked over at Chelsea another rumble of thunder roared from the sky, waking her up.

"Huh, what was that?" She asked wearily as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

I was about to answer but instead I found myself laughing at her terribly funny bed head.

"What is it? What's wrong?" She asked nervously.

"It's… it's your hair." I answered as I continue to laugh.

She placed her hands on her head and began to feel her hair for a moment before looking at me with her eyebrows lowered angrily. "Stop it Mark, it's not funny."

I honestly tried to stop laughing but I knew that Chelsea wasn't as angry as she looked and simply continued to laugh.

"Come on Mark, stop it." She said as she raised her voice.

Seeing as I wasn't going to stop anytime soon she decided to give me a small push. It wasn't too hard but enough to send me over the edge of the bed and onto the floor.

"Oh geez, are you alright Mark?" She asked as she leaned over and looks down at me, her tone sounding rather concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied as I began to push myself off the ground.

"Good, I, uh, mean that'll teach you to make fun of my hair." She said trying her hardest to sound all pouty.

We stared at each other quietly for a moment until another rumble of thunder shook the house, startling Chelsea enough to make her to fall out of bed as well and right on top of me.

Is it me or does this seem familiar?

She pushed herself and looked down at me before laughing.

"Aw, I'm sorry Mark." She apologized as she got off of me.

"It's alright." I told her as I sat up. "It was my fault anyway for laughing at your hair, even if it is really messed up."

She tried to push her hair down to keep it in place but it just kept popping back up. "I guess it is pretty messed up... Think I can barrow your hat again to keep it in place?"

"If you really want to you can but I don't see why you'd need it. No one else is going to see it today since it's storming too hard to go outside." I replied. "Besides, I kind of like it that way."

She laughed as she glanced over at the window while brushing the hair out of her eyes. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"So what are we going to do today then?" I asked as I stood up.

"I don't know." She answered as she got up and took a seat on the edge of the bed. "Do you know what time it is?"

I walked over to the window and looked outside to try and make a guess but the rain was coming down too hard that I could barely see five feet away. "I don't know. It probably would've been easier to tell if Taro dropped by."

"This house could have at least had a clock in it." She complained.

"Yeah and maybe a few working lights." I added as I looked up at the broken light fixture placed in the middle of the ceiling.

"Well at least we have each other." She said.

Boy did that make me nervous.

"W-what do you mean?" I asked with nervousness in my voice probably noticeable.

"Well I mean we can talk with each other or something you know? I mean it'll give us something to do." She explained.

Oh, yeah, that's much better than what I had in mind.

"Why? What were you thinking of?" She asked curiously when I didn't respond.

"Oh, uh, nothing." I answered nervously. "Nothing at all."

She giggled again. "It's alright Mark, I'm just teasing you."

"Oh, heh heh, alright. Well what do you want to talk about then?" I asked as I took a seat beside her.

"Hm, I'm not really sure." She said as she started to think for a moment. "Did we ever tell each other why we wanted to travel?"

"I think we might have back on the boat." I replied.

"Oh... well why don't we just tell each other again anyway. I really don't remember what you said." She told me.

"Oh, alright then. Well I was really just bored with my life back in the city. I didn't have a job or anything there for me and thought I'd just take a trip to see what was out here for me." I explained. "What about you?"

"Oh you know, pretty much the same." She began. "I didn't really like my life in the city all too much so I decided to just get up and leave, and well here I am, or rather we are."

"Yeah, I guess this is where we are now… I wonder if we'll ever get found out here or see the city again…." I said.

"Now why would you want that Mark?" She asked. "We both wanted to leave there and we got what we wanted. I mean we've only been on this island for three days but I feel like with a little work we can make this place feel much better than the city."

"Well I guess you do have a point, I mean it really is pretty nice here but we can't possible stay here forever can we?" I asked.

"Why can't we? We everything we need here, food, a home." She replied.

"I know but don't you think it's a little weird just being here with one other person and another family?" I asked to try and explain myself.

"Aw, what's the matter Mark? Don't you like me?" She asked jokingly as she nudged my arm.

There she goes making me nervous again.

"Well, yeah, I mean of course I like you…" I paused for a moment. "I-I mean in the friend way of course."

"Awe, I'm just teasing you again Mark." She giggled, nudging me again as she covered her mouth to conceal her laughter.

"Oh, okay." I said, trying my hardest to not sound bothered by her previous comment.

I paused for another moment.

"Hey Chelsea?"

She looked over at me. "Yeah Mark?"

"How come you got upset last night when I didn't answer your question?" I asked.

I hoped I wouldn't make her upset by asking.

"Oh, it's nothing Mark. Nothing at all." She answered as she began to slowly look away from me and down at the floor.

Well there goes that wish.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

She nodded her head. "It's nothing Mark. You don't want to hear about it, it's stupid."

"Sure I do! I mean, now that we live together we should try to help each other, right?" I asked.

She sighed and looked at me. "Well, it's just that I've never been called cute by anyone unless they were just trying to mess with me. I wanted to know if you were being serious or not… that's all…"

I took a deep breath. "If… if it makes you feel better I was being serious when I said you looked cute. Honest."

She began to smile as she looked back up at me. Her eyes lit up. "You're right Mark, that does make me feel better."

She then proceeded to lean over and give me a hug. I obviously began to blush as she did so.

"Thanks Mark." She said as she pulled away from me.

"No problem." I replied. "So, what else do you want to talk about?"

She started to think again for a moment. "I'm not sure. How about you decide this time?"

"Alright." I said before briefly stopping. "How about our families?"

"Our, our families…?" She asked sounding nervous.

"Yeah, what they were like and such." I clarified.

"Oh, ok. Can yo- how about you go first." She said, quickly cutting herself off midsentence for some reason.

"Well mine was pretty average. I had this annoying little sister that would sometimes get on my nervous and my parents could sometimes be unbearable but I managed to love them anyway. I moved out of the house about a year ago and haven't talked to them as much since then. They're probably wondering how I'm doing on my trip. I guess they never would imagine I wound up here." I ended with a laugh though Chelsea still seemed bothered by something. "What about yours?"

"Oh, well my family… my family was, well… well they were… um, how do I explain this…" She began.

I listened as she continued to struggle with her words, much like I did before when she asked me if she was cute. There was obviously something about this topic that was upsetting to her.

"So what's your favorite color?" I quickly asked hoping that changing the subject would make her feel better.

"W-what?" She asked, probably confused at the unexpected change.

"Your favorite color." I asked again. "Mine's blue, like my hat."

"Oh, well, okay." She said as she became less tense. "Mines red I guess, like my bandana."

I started to laugh. "Well look at that, we both like to wear our favorite colors."

She joined me in laughing. "Yeah, I guess we do."

Looks like it did help.

The two of us continued to spend our rainy day stuck inside by talking about other little things like what some of our favorite things were and such. Sure, it isn't the best way to spend a day but it worked for us. Eventually we both started to get hungry and took the fish Felicia had prepared out of the cabinet, only to find it had gotten quite cold, though I guess we should have expected that. Once we're done we decided to call it a day and crawled into bed. Chelsea almost immediately fell asleep but I still had a few things on my mind.

I wanted to know why she got so upset at the thought of her family. Did she not like them or something? But more importantly I started to wonder if anyone would eventually stumble upon this island anytime soon. I know I made it sound like I didn't mind staying here with her but we really couldn't stay on this island forever could we?

Could we?