Stranded Star (ON HOLD)

Ch. 3: There's No Store or Time...just Delusion.

"Holyyy fuck" I whispered as reality began to set in again. "Yeah..I know" Megan said with a sigh. "This sucks."

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After spending what we can only assume was the early evening checking to see if there was any other survivors or useable supplies left from the yacht we began to create a mini stash of whatever livable resources we could find.

We found a small crate of filtered water, and a couple of containers and cans of stored food, along with a few random suitcases. One which was filled with kinky toys and ropes and.. I don't know what someone had planned on this little exclusive yacht club cruise but I'll tell you one thing I'm grateful that I did not have to find out.

The look on Megan's face when she unzipped the bag, however? Priceless. I have a feeling she knows who the owner is but I didn't question it. I always knew these exclusive celebrity parties got a little freaky.

Anyways, we're hoping more things will wash up on shore by morning or even better help will arrive. I mean that's how fast it works in the movies right?

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We were now walking around the island dragging 2 suitcases of supplies around trying to figure out the best place to take shelter before it got too dark.

We had plans to build one but it just took too long to gather supplies from the water (especially with my one arm) and apparently in the middle of nowhere... there's no store... or time... just our delusion.

Yes, delusion not illusion.
Fuck what you heard, okay?
I'm stressed.

"I really can't believe this shit" Megan stated again shaking her head as we pushed through trees and trees and more trees and did I mention trees? "I honestly never thought that some shit like this would actually happen like in real life." She continued. "Mm. I always knew the earth was ghetto." I grumbled shaking my head with a stale ass expression.

"Oh, I'm definitely suing for this shit when I get back!"

"How do you even do that?" I muttered more to myself than anything. "Ha! Anything is possible when you got money. I'm suing for negligence, faulty construction, false advertisement! Everything! You hear me?!" She went on and on and it was kind of cute in a spoiled rich bitch kind of way that I couldn't relate to.

But shit if I had money like that I'd probably sue too. I mean if I had money in general I wouldn't have been working on that yacht in the first place.

"I'll just be grateful to be home and probably look for another job." I stated mumbling the last part. "Yeah, girl, cause this yacht company you work for" she laughed dryly "ain't it." I sighed already knowing. Unfortunately, it was the closest thing I could get to working with something that even remotely peeked my interest.

"What do— well did you do anyways?" Megan asked as we continued our trek. We were still trying to find some type of decent clearing we could work with but we weren't having much luck.

"You don't wanna start by asking my name first?" I said half jokingly. "Oh shit! I'm sorry. I've been talking to you like we're homegirls since we met. I'm Megan. And you?" I chuckled.

"I know who you are" I said in light amusement "I'm Y/N" I said with a small smile as we took a moment to properly greet one another and politely shake hands. Her gaze held a bewitching charm, her palms warm, hands firm and skin so soft I almost forgot to let go.

"So Y/N.. how long have you been working for or on S.S. Wreck-A-Hoe?" I let out a hardy laugh almost tripping in the process. She caught my good arm and I thanked her trying to force the warmth crawling up my cheeks to go away. "About 2 months I think"