Suite life on deck x y/n

Okay forget everything I said (Part 2)

My eyes flickered open as I woke up from a strangely peaceful nap. 

As I looked around, searching for a clue as to what happened to me, all I could see is more darkness, with tiny specks of light shining through the cracks.

Where am I?

I tried to sit up so I could get a closer look at what was happening and where I was, but when I did, my body started to ache, and my arms and legs and torso were bruised. 

What was going on?

As I winced and shifted my weight so that I could finally sit up, I heard this popping underneath me. 

I looked down and saw...

Bubble wrap? And two other bodies?

Then it hit me. I'm in a shipping crate. With Zack and Woody.

"Zack... Zack! Wake up!" I whisper-shouted, shaking him awake.

He rolled around to face me,"Ugh whatttt?" he groaned, his voice husky as he struggled to wake up. When he fully was awake and realized our situation, he jumped, "HOLY SHIT!"

"CUT!"

The bell rang.

"How many times do we have to tell you guys? We need to keep this PG!" 

"My bad Dan!" Dylan yelled to our director from set. 

"Don't let it happen again!"
"Are we rolling?"

"Rolling!" the cameraman said. 

"Quiet on set!"

"Okay forget everything I said (Part 2) take two, action!"

*Clap*

"SHHH!" I shushed Zack, and he went dead silent. "First, don't you DARE use holiness in vain again!" I whisper-shouted to Zack as he rolled his eyes. "Second, do you remember anything that happened before we woke up?"

"Well, I remember you talking to Bailey about some sort of pastry,"

"Patisserie, but continue." I cut him off (but you didn't have to cuuuuuuuuuttttt me oooooffffff)

Zack rolled his eyes again, "and then I remember us being dragged by Stephanie and his men and then... nothing else."

"Okay good, cuz that's all I remember too." 

"You know..." Zack crawled over to me. "This isn't the first time we were stuck in a dark space together," he crawled even closer, his face inches from mine, "and we all know how that turned out." He whispered. Gosh, even in life or death situations he could still be a douche. 

As his lips started to press to my neck, I called out "WOODY! WAKE UP!"

"But moooommmm I don't wanna go to schooooll." He sleepily whined.

"You'll miss breakfast!" 

"I'M UP!" Woody jolted awake and looked at me and Zack. "Ohhh... sorry, am I interrupting something?"

"Yes you are so why not go to sleep for a couple of min-" Zack started before I cut him off (but you didn't have to cuuuuuuutttt me ooooooooofff).

"You're not interrupting anything Woody,  we're just trying to figure out how to escape this crate." I put on a fake smile, and laugh as Zack gets annoyed. 

"Whoa, where are we?" Woody looked around. 

"We're in some kind of shipping crate." I said. "Stephane and his men put us in here."