Chapter 4
Island Fruit
Mikey YAHOO'D as he surfed the waves, yelling happily," COWABUNGA!!!!"
The crest rose higher, carrying him with it, and he shouted as he lost his balance and fell into the water.
Despite this being the tenth time he had fallen into the water, he was very happy.
As he paddled back to the shore to stretch out, fully tired out, he flopped into the sand and sighed happily. The scent of the sea, the wind, the warm, intoxicating smell of the sand…it was all so exhilarating!
"Ah…Sand…Sun…Awesome rippin' waves!!!" he grinned, panting a little with the exercise he had been though with swimming and surfing, his crystal blue eyes closing briefly as a sense of drowsiness came on him.
Suddenly, he heard a small whimper.
Bolting upright, he noticed the smell.
Coconuts and oranges...and limes and bananas…Mmm…
His mouth watered at the tangy, sweet smells as he stood up, noticing there was also a salty smell to these scents… like sweat, but it was a sweet kind of sweat.
Weird.
"Hello?" he called cautiously.
Slowly, a girl stumbled from behind a boulder. He sucked in his breath, his eyes widening.
She was absolutely gorgeous! The very spirit of the island had come to him in human form, he was sure of it.
About his height, she was small and lean, athletic and built for speed and agility.
Her skin was golden tan, her hair was bright, shining tangerine-orange and thick and cropped close about her neck, but it was SO THICK it stood out from her head at least ten inches all around, like an intense orange halo.
Her eyes were silver-grey and wide and innocent and pleading.
"Help…me…please…" she moaned in a sweet but agonized tone.
Mikey raced forward as she started falling. He caught her, amazed at how soft she felt, how sweet she smelled…
"Whoa, Dudette, where, did you come from? What happened??" he asked in concern, as she clung to him tightly," P-please help me…I'm so scared…Please…" she whispered desperately.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
***
Mikey gasped as he woke up, trembling, sweating, his heart pounding heavily.
The girl…He had to help her!
He flew up from bed and tripped over his skateboard, hitting his head the floor, which brought him somewhat to his senses.
"Ow…What a weird dream!" he murmured softly, sitting up and thinking.
It had been so real…poor girl…
He frowned as he remembered the pleading in her voice and his heart hammered.
She was so beautiful! And she hadn't screamed when she saw him…but then, she had been in his dream. No girl screamed at him in his dreams.
Mikey sighed and carefully crawled back into bed…but he didn't get any sleep as he thought about her, wishing, wanting, and despairing. She was so beautiful…so sweet…and her smell…mmm…