Noodle and Russel had been at sea for weeks. For days on end Russel would wade through the water, Noodle perched atop his head. They scoured the sea for that small little island but they couldn't find it. At night, when everything went pitch black, Noodle whispered her stories in Russel's ears and Russel, comforted by the fact that she had managed to go through all of that and still be with him today, would close his eyes for a moment and fall into a dreamless sleep.

Every morning they would search the horizon for a speck of an island in the middle of the ocean but all that stared back at them were miles upon miles of ocean. Then they would set off in the direction they had been swimming for days not knowing whether or not they were heading the right direction or not.

"Russel-san?" Noodle asked one day as they were wading toward an imaginary island. "Are we ever going to save them?"

"Of course, Noods." Russel murmured, wishing if he said or thought it enough it would be true. "We'll save them. We'll find 2D and Elle and we'll save them."

Noodle nodded and turned to stare up into the never-ending sky. She closed her eyes and wished Elle was with her. She blamed herself for letting Elle fall. She blamed herself for a lot of things nowadays. She sighed and turned back over to scour the horizon for the island again.

Before she was about to give up and go back to blaming herself for everything something caught her eye.

"Russel-san!" she exclaimed. "There it is!"

Russel stopped so quickly that Noodle had to scramble to hold on to something or else she was going to get pitched from his head. There was a quiet moment where all that they could hear was the lapping of the ocean and Russel's heavy breathing.

Then there was a sound, small at first but growing in the otherwise pressing silence. It took Noodle a moment to realize it was Russel laughing. He wiped a massive finger under his milky eyes to wipe away the tears streaming down his cheeks. Noodle wasn't sure if they were tears of happiness of tears of sadness.

"See, Noods," Russel called up to her through his tears and laughter, "I told you we'd rescue them."

My stomach was rolling when I woke up. I scrambled toward the edge of the water and heaved everything I had eaten over the last day into the ocean. When I was done I crawled back up to the spot on the beach I had called a bed and curled my legs up to my chest. I counted through my day to figure out what had been the deciding factor in my vomiting spell but all I could come up with was my crazy decision to seek Murdoc out and snog him.

I heard a mechanical whizz and the Android was standing over me. Its gun was hanging loosely by its side. I debated trying to make a break for it, grab its gun, shoot it until I was positive it wasn't getting back up and then make a beeline for the boat but one thought held me back.

2D.

"'Find Elle'" the Android was repeating back to me. It was unmistakably Murdoc's voice. He sounded like he was brimming with anger. It scared me.

"Ok, you found me." I said to it, shakily pulling myself off the ground. My stomach dipped as though I had just shot down a rollercoaster instead of standing up. Slapping a hand to my mouth I lurched back down the beach to the water. After a few dry heaves I managed to compose myself. I let the Android lead me back to the building a heavy dread growing in my empty stomach.

I considered what I had done the night before. I had found Murdoc and then kissed him like I loved him not 2D. There was a headache growing right behind my ear, this boy stuff was just too crazy. I forced myself to think of something else, my stomach was still rolling unpleasantly even though there was nothing left in my stomach. I closed my eyes for a second to try and will my stomach into calming down but there was no use.

I considered how long I had been on the island, a month, maybe two? I had lost track of the days, the weeks, hell even the months. There was a nagging in the back of my head, like something I had forgotten, but I couldn't place it. The Android shoved me back into the recording studio and slammed the door behind me and I still couldn't place it. God, this was going to bug me forever.

For a moment I was lost in my own world and then, just like that, I was smothered by a tall, skinny man. His blue hair was in my eyes. I didn't know how wound up I was until he wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss on my temple.

"2D." I groaned, tears leaking out of my eyes. "2D, I did something stupid."

He pulled back to look at me. He cupped my cheek in his hand and smiled a crooked smile as his thumb swiped at the tears rolling down my cheeks. "No you didn't chickadee. It's not your fault."

I gently pushed his hands away. "No 2D, I did." I looked down at my toes, there was pink sand still stuck in between them, "Last night, I hung out with Murdoc."

There was silence and then 2D began to chuckle.

"Chickadee you think that just because you spent some time with Murdoc I would think you were stupid."

I gave a strangled maniacal laugh. If only I had 'just spent time with Murdoc'. 2D looked at me like I had gone crazy. Maybe I had. My stomach gave another lurch even though there was definitely nothing left in it. That little niggling in the back of my mind itched again and I wished I could remember what I'd forgotten.

"I-," I started but it felt like my stomach flipped itself completely over and I had to force the bile rising in my throat back down. "I think I'm going to be sick."

2D reached out a hand to help me but let it drop as I ran past him toward the nearest sink, toilet, or (if I was desperate, bucket). I managed to make it to the giant overturned bells before heaving. I leaned my forehead against the cool metal and asked whoever was up there why I deserved this.

And then, as if Big Guns Upstairs heard me, that nagging feeling suddenly went away. Unfortunately it was replaced with a sinking feeling of dread. I counted quickly trying to figure out how long I had been on this damn island and how long ago I had slept with 2D. When the numbers didn't add up I almost vomited again. I knew why I felt this way, I knew why I couldn't keep anything down, why I wanted to kiss Murdoc even though he'd done nothing but shit to me before and after I'd arrived on Plastic Beach. I knew and I wish I didn't.

"Ah, Elle, so you've christened the bell I see." I heard Murdoc say and my heart skipped a beat. Oh God, what would Murdoc do when he found out? I looked up at him, terrified, as if he could read my mind.

I saw him turn toward the Android and mutter to her "Oy, you're gonna clean that up."

2D fiddled with his fingers looking anxiously between me and Murdoc. He looked as if he was deciding whether or not I needed any help or if I was alright.

"Alright, luv you've got a big decision to make." Murdoc said to me, a maniacal smile on his features.

"I do?" I whispered, unable to say anything louder.

"Yes," He murmured, reaching a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "You've been playing and that isn't very nice."

I considered what he was saying "What?" I asked, completely confused.

"What are you talking about Murdoc?" I heard 2D ask.

"This doesn't concern you yet, Face-ache!" Murdoc roared. He took a breath and then turned his attention back on me, the scary smile back on his lips. "Now, you've been playing both with me and your boyfriend-thing over there. And that isn't very nice. You've got to choose." Murdoc's voice was rising, 2D was looking scared, my stomach was rolling again but this time it wasn't because of my predicament it was because of what Murdoc was getting at.

"It's either me," Murdoc pointed a finger at himself, "Or him." He pointed over at 2D who looked utterly confused.

"What's going on?" 2D asked in a quiet voice.

Murdoc's eyes widened. He tried to lock eyes with me but I couldn't look at him. A gleeful smile spread across his lips. He actually began to laugh.

"You mean you haven't told the dullard?" He said amidst his giggles. He sobered up quickly, "Last night, your girlfriend, came looking for a snog. And it was delicious." He said, running his fingers through my hair. I tried to pull away, disgusted.

2D looked hurt. "Elle?" He whispered to me.

I didn't have words. What was I supposed to do? Tell him yes I did it but I was acting under the influence of what was currently occupying my womb? Or should I lie and tell him no and be left to the mercy of Murdoc. With tears falling down my cheeks I nodded.

"It's true. I did." I murmured. I heard Murdoc snicker and I looked up determined. "But I think I know why I did it."

Murdoc looked down at me, taken by surprise. "What's that luvvie? Of course you know why, you love me more than that dunce."

I took a breath and wrapped my arms around my torso. The two men stared at me their faces completely different. 2D looked hurt and completely checked out of the conversation I hoped he could catch the next thing I was about to say. Murdoc just looked confused, why was I causing him so much trouble? In his mind I had basically already told him I loved him. But I didn't. I loved 2D. I loved Stuart Pot.

"I'm pregnant." I whispered so quiet that Murdoc leaned in closer.

"What's that? You've got a present?" He said. 2D looked up, a new light in his eyes. Had he heard?

"You're—you're pregnant?" Apparently he had.

I nodded my head slowly and looked down at my stomach as if trying to see a little bulge where the child was growing inside of me. Of course I didn't but I felt something blossoming in my soul, in my heart, and it took me a moment to realize that I was falling in love with this baby, it was mine.

Murdoc looked completely taken by surprise. He recoiled away from me, careful not to look at my stomach. He turned away from everyone and began walking to the door of the recording studio. As he passed by the Android I heard him whisper to her.

"Kill them both." And my heart sunk.

Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy guyyyyyyyys, long time no see, huh?

School is kicking my ass. I'm considering just dropping out and becoming a homeless person until I get a best seller or something. Holy crap taking AP US History was not a good idea. And Spanish III is pretty much the hardest language class I've ever taken. I'm just dumb.

I got in my first car wreck last week. It wasn't like totaled but I was running late to school, parked shitty, backed up to fix myself, forgot to put the car back in drive, and hit the accelerator. I exchanged my information with the cop who then gave it to the kid and it's all good. His car was already pretty beat up so i don't think I did anything to it but holy shit guys, it was a rough week that week. But its all good now.

I figured I should make Elle pregnant. It's a nice touch. Now I'm going to have to write in a pregnant woman's point of view. Awesomesauce. This might call for superior writer's skillz.

Hey, don't be like me so make sure you drive save, don't take APUSH, and stay extra classy.

Oh and p.s. I checked this story today and because of that extra review I worked extra hard on this chapter because ideas were running a little slow. So hey, you might be that one reviewer next time. That's why you should always review. :)