Chapter Two

AN – Reviews are appreciated as always I'm prob gonna update my Fred Weasley story soon, so srry 4 the delay. But anyways, on w/ this story! I hope I did all of our loveable characters justice!

I don't get scared easily, but even I'll admit the whole roaring coming out of the jungle last night was pretty creepy. You'd expect it to be a lion or a bear or something, but then all of the trees started crashing.It was weird.

I groaned, opening my eyes. Odd, that these are my first thoughts in the morning.

"Baby sis!" I heard Charlie call in the distance. That's what my brothers call me. Charlie is 'Baby Bro' and Liam is 'Big Brother.'

I yawned, sitting up. He was walking towards me.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going with some people to look for the plane's transceiver. Don't have too much fun while I'm gone."

"Don't worry, you were always the one in the whole sex, drugs, and rock & roll scene." He laughed. "And anyways, I'm coming with you."

"What, you think I'm gonna let you wander around in the jungle with us? There's monsters in there!" He half yelled. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, well you're going!" I countered back.

"Who's the big brother here?" He replied with ease.

"Sod off," I muttered, glaring at him. I don't know why I even listen to him anymore. I'm 25 years old for God's sake! I do it anyways, don't even know why.

I closed my eyes again hoping to get more sleep, but now that I was awake, I couldn't. Sighing I sat back up. Looks like I gotta find a way to entertain myself for the day.

But first, getting ready for the day – castaway style. I rummaged through my bag that had been found the previous night for toothbrush, paste, clean clothes, soap, and shampoo. I walked to a more secluded part of the beach to attempt to take a bath.

I set everything down and stripped to my underwear. I was covered in salt and dirt, not exactly very pleasant. Quite itchy.

I dove straight into the ocean, splashing around and singing,

"You all, everybody
You all, everybody
Acting like you're stupid people
Wearing 'spensive clothes
You all, everybody
You all, everybody
You all, everybody"

I sighed. I'd never admit it, but I really was always jealous of my brothers' near-fame. I was the only sibling with no musical talent.

I shampooed my hair, and brushed my teeth, wondering why I had none of what my brothers had plenty. I am related to them. I just don't get it. I stepped out of the water, and shimmied out of my panties to change. And then I heard Sir Cowboy.

"You sure got a nice ass. Shame you don't show it around more." I turned my head, wondering if their was such a thing as peace on this island.

"You think so?" I asked, flirtatiously. In reply, he just looked me up and down.

"Well then. Wait until you see my brother's." He gave an appreciative chuckle. I hurriedly threw on the rest of my clothes, my back to him, so that he wouldn't get a glimpse of anything else.

When I turned back around, he was still watching me.

"And Sawyer?"

"Mmm?" Smiling, I replied,

"Next time take a bleeding picture. They say that those last longer." Again, he snickered.

"Alright Rainbows, maybe next time I will." I walked up the beach towards him, and said simply, just as he did the day before, "It's Audrey." And then walked past him.

Everybody was sitting in the plane during the thunderstorm next to the large guy I met earlier.

"I'm Audrey. What's your name again?" I said politely, hoping to at least keep from boredom during the rain.

"Hurley." He replied. I nodded.

"You've been hanging with my brother and his pregnant friend a lot," I observed. He nodded.

"Yeah they're pretty cool." After a few moments, he added, "And you've been hanging with the red neck man." He looked at me, almost accusingly. Even when big brother's gone, there's still somebody wanting to be the overprotective family member.

"Yeah, you gotta problem with that?"

"Nah. It's just, your brother don't like him very much."

"Well," I replied forcefully, "between my two brother's not liking people, not a man left in this world I could hang out with."

"Two brothers, huh?" He asked, making conversation.

"Yeah, we've got an elder brother, Liam. I never liked him much, even as a kid. But they both always adored me, 'Little Sister'." I smiled weekly and he nodded as if asking me to continue with my daily rant.

"My brother's, they were the only ones. Hieronymus was mum and dad's favorite."

"Her.. Nonypus?" Hurley asked confused. I laughed.

"Hahy-uh-ron-uh-muhs," I corrected. "Charlie's middle name."

"Oh. Well, I have a middle name."

"Yeah?" I asked with a laugh.

"Yeah. Jorge."

"Nice. Mine is Bidelia." He snorted with laughter. I smiled again. "Yeah, I never much liked it either. Big brother never called me anything but until he hit age 15. Finally got some maturity in him."

"You're parents sure were creative," He replied.

"Well that's definitely the nicest thing I've heard about our names. Except mum. She always went on and on about their whole spiritual meaning." He laughed again, and the conversation continued like this until the storm finally came to an end.

It was finally sunshine and of course, somebody had to ruin it. The damned hick and some Arab guy.

"I'm sick of this redneck!" Yelled the Arab. As annoying as Sawyer was, I amazingly enough, had to disagree. And I have a low tolerance for people. But their was just something about him, something that left you wanting more.

I didn't really listen to the rest of the argument; I just stood, deep in thought. Why am I not sick of Sawyer? He's a bloody idiot, a sodding git. That's what my brothers would tell me anyways.

But he's cute. He's funny. And for some reason, I fancy him.