Stranded (GirlXGirl)

Chp. 7

I couldn’t sleep that night, the weather sounded horrific outside but I knew the camp could sustain. Claire had actually curled into me unconsciously through the night, and I of course allowed it. It felt nice, her warmth, to feel a sense of security and protection  if she was next to me. 

I couldn’t stop thinking about the talk we had, maybe our relationship was getting somewhere, but then again, we were stranded on a secluded island alone. 

What if we hadn’t been?

Would she even be talking to me right now if we were in Rio? Most likely not, because she wouldn’t be confined to one person. 

I couldn’t help but feel my heart ache at the thought of her only talking to me because we were stranded here. Then again, I hadn’t even thought about talking to her on my senior trip because I had figured we wouldn’t even see each other. 

Boy, how I was wrong. 

The weather had finally began to subside as I started to drift off to sleep, wondering what was going to come of me and Claire after tonight. Would she open back up to me or would I have to continue to wait and let her get more comfortable?

I didn’t know what to expect, but I knew I shouldn’t let myself expect much anyway.

Because I couldn’t expect anything when it involved Claire.

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I woke up with bright sun shining into the opening of the camp, squinting at the morning heat as I held my hand up to block the sun’s blinding rays. Claire wasn’t next to me, but I figured she was just outside assessing the damage the storm had done. 

I climbed out of the camp, immediately searching for Claire but soon came up short. I began to panic at first, but then I had to remember, she knew what was best for her, not me. 

But it didn’t make the worry go away. 

I hadn’t really had time to study the relationship between me and Claire but I figured there really wasn’t one yet. Sure, we had history, but that didn’t mean if we were rescued we would stay close and best buds forever. I mean this was traumatizing already, just imaging being here for a long time scared the shit out of me.

On the bright side, I wasn’t alone. 

I felt the need to change my clothes, the sweat had made them damp and they were clinging to me, so I retrieved the clothes I had washed last night. I started slipping into them, felling weird since I was changing in the open, but obviously no one was around to see. 

I heard a coughing sound behind me as I slipped my fresh shorts on and turned quickly, seeing Claire with broken wood in her arms. She threw them into the sand, exposing them to the hot sunlight blaring down onto us, “Figured we could dry some of this out before night fall.”