Hey everyone!

I'm so sorry for the long update. First of all, i am cheerleading and that takes up a lotttttttt of my time. Especially weekends and everyday after school and it gets more hectic in October. Also i have been pretty sick for a week so i've been trying to rest while i'm not cheering. Here is a shortish chapter to keep you going. I can't believe im at 407 reviews! That's so awesome! I love that you guys love this story and i hope i don't disappoint or lose any of my readers. Enjoy!

There are questions that keep playing in my head, like; should I prepare myself for the worst, or take things day by day, or in this cause; hour by hour. I think preparing for something bad to happen at any moment may just drive me insane, but I can't enjoy any time spent here, no matter which person I spend it with.

I decided to gather wood for the fire with the twins, since they seem to enjoy it. Their cheeks are still slightly red from all the crying they did earlier, but the tears are dry, and the only sound coming from them is them sniffling every so often. I really want to start a conversation, but I am as speechless as they are.

I know I always wish that I was they're age right now, but the more I think about it, I realize that it would be awful to be their age and stuck here. They're too young to be told certain things, or even understand them, but not young enough to be excluded from our arguments and hard errands. I bet they are more home sick than any of us. I know that when I was their age I hated being away from my father longer than one night.

I pick up a few sticks, and I watch them stick together as they collect the biggest sticks they can hold. I'm happy they at least have each other; I think that's the one thing keeping them sane here. I want to ask them what they were doing on the plane by themselves, where they were going, but I feel like this isn't the right time. Actually I feel like there is never a right time to ask anyone anything here.

After we're done, I let the twins and Wanda set up the firewood, while I watch awkwardly, not knowing what to do with myself. Austin and Frank went off searching for some sort of food source, but that's going to be easy, and I doubt I'll see them back until dark. I find myself longing for a distraction, something that can preoccupy me; I could even go for a board game right about now.

I walk around the back of the plane; I don't really know why. I walk along the side, looking for something out of the ordinary. I see the wolves' claw marks on the side of the already beat up plane, and small piles of dirt where they tried digging into nowhere.

Just behind the right side of the plane is a big group of bushes, and I see something that catches my eye. I squint a little, and try to focus on it. It's not that big, and it's brown and matches the dirt under it nicely. I walk over to it and kneel down next to it. It only takes me a moment to realize exactly what it is; Stacy's diary.

I stare at it, eyes wide, and flashes of memories of Stacy replay in my mind, ending with the end of her life, and I feel myself get goose bumps in this 80 degree weather. I go to grab it but stop myself. Should I leave it here, or should I pick it up? What if we get out of here and her parents would have wanted something left of her? Yeah, I'm going to pick it up, shove it in my bag and bring it home, if we get home.

I pick it up and whip the dirt off of it. Its thick pages crumpled from how much she used to. I sigh and walk into the plane, shoving it as nicely as I can into my bag. I then stare at my bag for a while, too tempted to read it. But I know that I really shouldn't, so I get up and walk out of the plane, and search yet again another distraction, from another thing now.

It seems like a long time ago when we crashed, when I watched Stacy die. Has it really been a long time, or is that just how I feel?

It's dark when Austin and Frank come back, like I expected. All of us are seated around the fire when they arrive back; empty handed. But nobody reacts to that, because I think we all knew that they weren't going to find anything. I guess we are all accepting the fact that soon we will be starving.

Austin takes a seat next to me, his face blank and motionless. Frank takes his seat next to the twins and we all pass along an even small piece of jerky to each other, and we eat in silence. Austin and Frank didn't have to explain, didn't have to tell us what went on. None of us wanted to know really, so there was no point in bringing up something so painful.

Everyone starts going to the plane to go to sleep, but I stay seated, and before I know it everyone's gone, except for Austin. He stares past the fire, but I'm not sure at what. We don't say anything to each other, and I'm too afraid to talk first, so I don't.

Suddenly, he gets up and walks away. I don't know where he went, and I sit here dumbfounded at why he did that, why he didn't talk to me. But before I can jump to too many conclusions, he's back, and takes a seat in front of me, with a guitar in his hand.

I don't realize what he's doing, because I'm too stupid to figure things out quickly, and when I'm about to question him, he starts singing.

"There are so many things
That I never ever get to say
'Cause I'm always tongue-tied
With my words getting in the way."

He starts, and he locks his eyes on mine.

"If you could read my mind
Then all your doubts would be left behind
And every little thing
Would be falling into place

I would scream to the world
They would see you're my girl
But I just keep getting stuck, stuck
But I'm never giving up, up

In the middle of a perfect day, I'm tripping over words to say
'Cause I don't want to keep you guessing
But I always end up getting stuck, stuck
But I'm never giving up, up"

He's playing perfectly, he's singing perfectly, and I feel like he wrote this song, and that the words he's saying; he means them.

"It's the way that I feel
When you say what you say to me
That keeps you running through my mind
24 hours a day, 7 days a week

And if you've got the time
Stick around and you'll realize
That it's worth every minute that it takes
Just wait and see

I would scream to the world
They would see you're my girl
But I just keep getting stuck, stuck
But I'm never giving up, up"

I remember his words he said to me, that he's only sang in front of one person, and he hasn't since, because singing is opening his heart out to someone. And now he's doing it to me.

"In the middle of a perfect day, I'm tripping over words to say
'Cause I don't want to keep you guessing
But I always end up getting stuck, stuck
But I'm never giving up, up

I'm over the chances wasted
Tell me, it's not too late
It's only the nervous times
That keep me bottled up inside

Keep getting stuck, stuck
But I'm never giving up, up

In the middle of a perfect day, I'm tripping over words to say
'Cause I don't want to keep you guessing
But I always end up getting stuck, stuck
But I'm never giving up, up

'Cause I don't want to keep you guessing
But I always end up getting stuck, stuck
But I'm never giving up, up."

He stops, and puts the guitar beside him. He sits right next to me, keeping his eyes on my face. I must look stupid right now, my frozen face, unsure of what to say or do. Finally, all I can say is, "You sang to me."

He smiles when I say it and nods, "I did."

His smile makes me go back to almost normal, feeling more comfortable, like something warm goes through my body, "Thee Austin Moon is stuck when it comes to talking to a girl?" I ask and raise my eyebrow.

"Only when I try to tell the most beautiful girl in the world that I think I'm in love with her." He says.

The song used is Stuck by Big Time Rush.