She hated him. She hated him more than she ever thought possible. He was a kook- her natural born enemy.
He didn't hate her at all. Not one bit. It couldn't have been farther from the truth. Did she know that? No- and she never would.
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"You and I...
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Zero.
That's how many panic attacks Logan had had.
Not one.
He hadn't had a single panic attack in all the time they'd been on the isla— Poguelandia. That name was still hard to use, despite JJ correcting them every time they didn't call it that. But everything was good.
With no parents or treasure to chase after, they could finally just relax. Yes, they had to find and catch their own food, get firewood everyday to stay warm at night, and make their own shelter, but Poguelandia was home.
And things were good.
If that wasn't a testament to who made Logan's anxiety worse, he didn't know what was. It was no coincidence he hadn't had a panic attack since getting stranded. Because it was true. Ward Cameron had made his anxiety increasingly worse with the amount of pressure he would put on him and raising him to think his best was never perfect enough.
So now that Ward and Rafe were out of his life, he could finally breathe. And he could be himself without worrying that his image would be ruined. In all honesty, he couldn't give a shit about that or any other materialistic part of his life he'd left behind. He was happy and that was all that mattered.
Plus, he had five new friends. To say he was happy would be an understatement.
"John B and Sarah caught, like, double what we usually catch." Kiara said, plopping down next to him in the sand.
Logan glanced over at her, brow raising. "So we're eating good tonight then?"
She laughed, shoulders raising at his assumption. "Apparently."
"Hey, Kie." Logan remarked, returning his gaze to the sky.
"Hey, Logan." She echoed, eyes flickering to the scattered rays of orange and pink. The pastel hues entangled themselves across the sky, casting a glow on the beach. "I could sit and watch the sunset for hours."
"Me too." He agreed, falling silent momentarily. It'd only been three weeks on the island, but he trusted Kie. Honestly, he trusted all of them. With no one else to trust, they were all he had.
And he wouldn't want it any other way.
"I don't want to leave." Logan admitted, keeping his gaze pinned on the setting sky as Kie tore hers away. "I think—even if we were to get rescued—I wouldn't want to leave. I mean, it's not like there's anything waiting for me back in the OBX. And at least here, I feel free. I don't feel tied to anything or anyone. So I don't wanna leave. And I kind of hope we aren't found."
There was a pause.
"Does that make me a bad person?"
Kie considered what he said, tilting her head at him. "Well, if it does, then I guess that also makes me a bad person. 'Cause I don't want to leave either."
