Nyx POV
My head was killing me... what happened? I didn't remember anything except confusion and pain. I felt wet all over and then I noticed the warmth. Panic started seeping into me. Someone was here with me, although I didn't know where here was either.
I felt the other person move and then I felt his anatomy, clearly pressed against my back.. Oh My Goddess, who was this guy, what was he doing? Was he going to harm me? I started hyperventilating in fright, my heart beating so fast I could swear this other person was able to hear it as well. I hugged myself, not wanting to present a bigger target. Whoever this person was, I still didn't know his intentions.
I squirmed, trying to get at least comfortable and an arm came over me, palm down in my stomach, and I felt something growing behind me.
"Please stay still. I don't want to give you a bad impression, but your moving is having certain effects I rather avoid." A gruff voice whispered in my ear. I froze. I couldn't help it. I couldn't even breath. My Gods, what....
"Breath. I'm not going to hurt you. I wouldn't have saved you if that was my intention." Ok, that made sense... I relaxed... fractionally.
"Who are you?" Maybe it would make me less scared if I knew who I was with at least.
"Dylan." Who? Gods...
We took the tarp from us, and looked around... water. Everywhere. everything was blue. The sky, the ocean, everything. It made me dizzy, and sick, and I had to lean over the boat to puke. Which was the reason I ended up in this situation in the first place. When I finished, a strong brown hand held a bottle of water. I took it and rinsed my mouth, taking away the bad taste.
When I got done, I turned around, trying to see who had saved my life.
My stare was met by dark green eyes, surrounded by a mop of curly light brown hair, not blonde, just, a light brown chocolate colour, square pointy jaw, deliciously plump kissable lips, and a body full of muscles, dressed all in black. Black long sleeved shirt, t-shirt, black shorts, black combat boots. And a scent of something spicy, dark and attractive. I just wanted to lean over and smell more. In an attempt to control myself I held my breath and looked away. That's when I saw it...
Very far away, just a black point in the horizon, was an island.
"Look, over there." I shouted. His head whiped out to look and I took on of the 2 paddles lying on the boat floor.
"It's an island... so far away. Do you think we can reach it?"
"We'll never know if we don't try."
We started padling, trying to create as much speed as we possibly could, but the current was too strong, until we got lucky, and caught a drift, that was leading us closer and closer to shore. When we were halfway there, the waves got bigger and bigger which helped us to reach the shore, but at the same time soaked us through to the bones, making me shiver very, very cold.
With a very big impact, we crashed against a rock, and the boat stopped. We got out and dragged it behing us, until we got out of the sand and tied it against a tree. That was the maximum of our strength because then we fell boneless on the sand. That wasn't the worst part though... The worst part, was that when I fell, I fell on top of him... I landed on top of him, my legs next to his, my torso on top of his, and our faces touching, lips a breath apart. We looked into each other's eyes and locked, unable to move... My heart suddenly took a nose dive backwards, and tried to come through my mouth.
I flinched away from him and a harsh look echoed in his eyes, followed by his voice. "What, are you afraid of me now too?"
I looked at him seriously. "No, not really, but really, we don't have any clothes with us... U sure u wanna be wearing all back in a hot island like this for however long we stay here?" And I started laughing, my nervous state coming out in hysterical laugh before it changing to hot tears running down my face, mixing with my already wet shirt.
Dylan dragged himself closer to me, and pulled me to him, hugging me very tightly, trying to give me confidence... telling me without words that everything was going to be alright.
I hoped so... I wanted to see my mother again in this world.
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Lost at Sea ( Blue lagoon inspired.) *Completed*
FanficNyx is a 20 year old, struggling to survive in London. She's the spiritual type. She's shy, vulnerable and has absolutely 0 friends... which is why, when she's lost in a school cruise, she's surprised anyone even bothered to save her. But really, di...