CHAPTER EIGHT . . .
GOODBYE ISLAND PARADISE.
THE PASSING OF TIME ON A DESERTED ISLAND WAS A RATHER ODD THING TO LIVE THROUGH. Days became harder and harder to distinguish, their lines blurring and their hours running together each time the sun set and rose. Wether it was because they were living like feral animals or just because things tend to move quicker when you're having fun, the pogues weren't sure.
Either way, they had blinked and a month had slipped through their fingers like the sand beneath their toes.
Never before had they trusted one another so fervently, relied on one another so deeply. They were the only lifelines to be had here in their little salt water utopia, and whatever— already massive— adoration they held for each other before had grown in multitudes by now. And Cordelia, though originally an outsider, was no exception to this; the victorian girl having found herself right in the middle of all that love and joy.
John B trudged through the water and back to the shore, a spear tucked beneath his arm and a homespun net with a couple freshly caught fish tossed over his bare back. A fire was already burning when he made it back to camp, the boy smiling warmly when he saw his friends scurrying about in last minute preparations for their nightly supper of coconut water, berries, and fish.
"Lookin' good." he let out a whistle, eyes trailing over the scene.
Sarah smiled, rising to her feet when she saw him. "Catch anything good?"
In response, he held up the net; arm snaking naturally around her waist to kiss her as her hands went to cup his face.
Beginning to untangle all the little fish, John B knitted his brows— it was oddly quiet around the fire tonight.
It was never quiet.
He glanced around, instantly realizing why.
"Where's JJ and Cordelia?"
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"YOU'RE RIPPING MY HAIR OUT, CORDLEIA!"
"Perhaps if you'd just concentrate on maintaining your footing, I wouldn't be required to do such a ghastly thing!"
Cordelia perched on JJ's shoulders, arms reaching high above her head, tongue subconsciously poking from the corner of her lips in focus. The boy's hands were fastened to her thighs to keep her steady, knees wobbling beneath them, struggling to 'maintain his footing' as she veered senselessly back and forth.
Like clockwork, the girl tilted to the side again without any warning; JJ letting out a string of curse words as his fumbling feet rushed to catch up with her unanticipated movements. Body tensing as she nearly plummeted to the ground, her hands automatically grabbed hold of his unruly blonde locks; gripping onto them for stability.
"Ow, shit!" he complained loudly, sucking in a sharp breath when she didn't let go. "Hair, hair, hair!"
"Apologies! Apologies!" she pulled a regretful face, quickly retracting her hands from his head.
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