CHAPTER 2

Characters: Troy, Abed, LeVar Burton

(Troy's POV)

I wake up in the morning, as the flash of sunlight hits me in the eyes. Once my eyes get accustomed to the light, I look to my left and realize that Abed was on my left side, and he was still on his bed. The blankets, the bed frame, everything was there. But now the bed was here, on the island. I slap myself on the face, thinking this must be a dream, but it was not a dream. LeVar Burton was still here, we were still on the island, but I did not know what Abed was doing here. Then I remembered what happened last night.

When I saw the shooting star on the sky last night, I wished to myself that Abed would be with me in here to see this, and now, that's exactly what happened. Now Abed is here with us. This was when I surely knew that there must be something magical on this island. I mean, it's not everyday that a wish you make on a shooting star comes true. Or water was as perfect as the stream we drank water frim. Then I think about earlier, and I realize that even the storm we got into was not normal, because it did not disappear until after a week. Before I can think of anything else, I hear Abed yawn as he wakes up.

(Abed's POV)

I yawn for a bit, and stretch my arms and feet, all while my eyes were still closed. I then open my eyes. I am surprised at first at how bright the sun was shining on my eyes, then as my eyes get accustomed to the brightness, I get more surprised. I am now on what seems to be an island. I'm puzzled at first, then I look to my right and I see Troy sitting down on the grass, and his favourite actor LeVar Burton, still sleeping on the grass. I slap myself in the face, thinking this must be all a dream, but it wasn't a dream, I realized as I felt the sting in my left cheek

I look to Troy and ask, "Hey Troy. What am I doing here?" "I'm not sure Abed, but I think it was because I wished on a shooting star last night for you to be here, and now my wish came true." Hmmm… I think to myself. Troy is likely telling the truth. I know, because I was his best friend. But how exactly did I get here?

"Hmm, so you're saying you wished for me to be here with you in a shooting star?" Troy nods. "So we must be on a mysterious island, that much I can say. Is there anything else you found to be weird in this island?" "Hmm, actually there is, Abed. The water here tastes perfect." "How perfect?" "I don't know, Abed. But you can take a sip for yourself in that stream over there." Troy points to the stream just a few meters away from where my bed was in. I cup my hands and take a sip of the water, and I gasp. It was 'perfect' water. I can't believe it. I thought, after all my movie/TV knowledge that there was no such thing as perfection, but I was wrong for the first time in ages. There is such a thing as perfection. This was it, I'm sure.

I walk back towards Troy, who was looking at me excitedly. "Did you taste the water?" I nod, without speaking. I was speechless. The water was perfect. There was no other word to describe it. Just. Perfect.

Troy and I wait for LeVar Burton to wake up. Minutes passed, and he began to stir up. When he opens his eyes, he looks towards me, then to Troy, and asks, "H-how did he get here?" Troy then replies, "I made a wish last night on a shooting star…" LeVar Burton signals Troy to stop. "You wished for your best friend to be here with you, didn't you?" "Yeah." "I figured. So what are we supposed to do now? Three's a crowd, you know." I had to speak up. "As we are in what seems to be an island in the middle of nowhere, I think we should go build a shelter for the three of us, which should be near a steady supply of water, which I think we got covered. We have to look for food after finding a good source of water, then that's about it." "That seems achievable enough", LeVar Burton agrees to my suggestion, adding "I think that's the best thing we can do for now." Troy nods in agreement. "Cool. Cool cool cool."

"So, how do we build this shelter, Abed? I know nothing about building.", Troy asks me, to which I reply, "Is there something we can use to cut some wood?" Troy shakes his head, but LeVar Burton is beaming. "Well, its good I got my toolbox, guys. I just kinda knew that it would be in handy, sooner rather than later." "That's good." I tell him as he hands me the toolbox. I open it, and see that it contained a small saw. That will have to do.

We go to the jungle and look for some straight branches that we can use to create posts for the shelter we are to build, and thankfully, there were a lot of those kinds of branches. Cutting wood was easier said than done, and it took until mid-afternoon for us to finish cutting the wood to use for the shelter we were about to build.

We gather all the wood we cut and we start to build the shelter. I only knew how to build one, but not building one, thanks to all the TV I watch, so we set the wood aside for later as we were famished. We then gather some fruits we got from the jungle and placed it on what was my bed, but was now an all-around piece of furniture. At this time we were using it as a table for us to eat food from.

We rest for some time after eating, and at that time it was almost sunset. Troy had mentioned that the sunset also looked perfect on this island, so I decided to watch the sunset instead of building the shelter, and we were already tired anyways. We don't have a lot of experiences with this kind of work, so we were not really prepared as to how demanding putting together a shelter can be.

As the sun sets down and nightfall turns up, we were all looking towards the horizon for the view. Troy told me to watch for stars later that evening. We decided not to continue building the shelter for today, as it was already night and we couldn't see much anyway.

I was getting very bored with nothing happening at all, instead of being in our apartment with Annie watching TV. Then I remembered, "How is Annie doing at home? She must be all worried about me. I have seen this all play out before on TV. I knew that she will come looking for me, with the rest of our study group with her on the way. They may or may not find us, but I know it will take them a lot of time for them to try and find us, and if they fail to find us, they may blame themselves. And honestly, I don't want that happening, but there's nothing I can do and that really sucks.

"Hey Abed, what are you thinking about?", Troy asks me, seeing that I was deep in thought. "Oh, it's nothing, Troy. I am just concerned about the others back at Greendale, who must be worried about me." "Oh yeah, I had not thought of that. What if they are looking for you, Abed? I'm sorry I got you here, man." "Don't be sorry bro. There's nothing to worry about. At least I still know we are best friends." "Of course we are, Abed. Where else can I find someone like you?" We chuckle a bit after that, and then we look back towards the night sky. LeVar Burton was already sleeping, and we were bored. That was when I remembered that I had always kept the board game Yahtzee under my mattress.

"Hey, Troy. Care to play a game of Yahtzee?", I call out to him as I stand up and head to my bed. "What? You still have that board game?" "Yeah, it's under the mattress. Do you want to play?" "Sure, Abed. We never did finish playing the game with the study group." We sigh, and say at the same time, "The study group." Just then Troy calls out, "Jinx!" We look at each other, and then laugh.

"You owe me one starting today, Abed… You know that, right?", Troy asks me. "Of course I know that, Troy. We're best friends, remember?" "Yeah, we are."

Troy grabs the instructions and tries to read it on the moonlight. "How to play Yahtzee… Wow, this is a complicated game." I go closer to him and we read it at the same time. I remembered what happened that day when we first played Yahtzee, and I was still convinced that the 6 alternate universes were still out there, somewhere. Then I remember what Pierce said. I clear my throat, then say in an imitation of Pierce's voice, "Everybody knows its Puerto Rican chess." Troy laughs out loud, clearly remembering that. He asks me, "Does Puerto Rican chess even exist?" I shake my head as I reply, "I don't know, but judging by how Pierce says a lot of things we don't get at all, I think there's no such thing as Puerto Rican chess."

We manage to finish playing a game of Yahtzee, and Troy was still puzzled as to how the game worked. He kept looking towards the instructions every time he made a move, and because of that it took a long time before we finished the game, which I won, by the way.

Troy yawns, and says, "Hey Abed, I think I'm going to have to go to sleep now. Do you want to accompany me?" "Sure, bro. Let's sleep." We lie down on the grass with only my blanket on, and we fall asleep for the night.

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