Castaway (Lady Gaga x Taylor Kinney Fan Fic)

5 - He's Cute

Chapter 5: He's Cute

I began to earn consciousness. I saw someone's blurred vision and it ran away. It took sometime before my vision turned clear and recovered. I tried to stand up but my body was a bit sore. I viewed the surroundings, it was sunset, I am on a beach and i was lying on a couple of banana leaf. I looked at the sand and saw footprints. I followed it as it lead me to the woods to see the person who helped me.

"Hello? Anyone there? I saw you." I called.

"Hello? I just want to thank you?" I continued.

"Hello? I hope you would show up." I ended but there were no one showing up. I gave up and turned back and slowly walked back to the coast until I heard noise. Suddenly, a guy came out behind the leafy bush.

"Taylor?" He came out and he was looking down.

"You were the one who save me? Who saved my life." I asked and he slightly nodded.

"Thank you. I owe you a lot. I owe you my life, really."

"No, it's fine." He said softly and smiled.

"Are you hiding from me?" I wondered but he refused to answer.

"Why?" I asked again.

"Well... I was... I just don't want to... Uh... Fuck up your day. Because you told me that whenever you see me... Your day gets fucked up." He solemnly answered and faked a giggle.

I paused for a while and promptly thought of what to respond. "Well, you saved my life and I owe you my life. I think that's enough reason for you to stop hiding..." I carefully uttered and wiggled my hand calling him to come back to the coast with me. He walked with me back to the coast. We explored the surrounding and saw a formed chamber of huge rocks and we knew we could stay there when it rains or something.

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"What are you doing?" Taylor asked.

"HELP US" I responded and continued to write on the sand and he watched me. I looked at him and he was smiling.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. I... Uh. You're so unique." He said which I found irrelevant so I just nodded and went back to writing. As soon as I finished I viewed the sea and there was no sign of rescue, ship or nearby islands. I threw the stick and ruined my writing on the sand and I knew Taylor was startled.

"Calm down." He tried.

"I hate this fucking life! Supposedly, I should be on New York today and singing in front of the fucking directors and producers and conquering hollywood but where am I now? Jesus. Here! At the unknown stupid island." I burst out and he just giggled.

"How can you laugh in the midst of this?" I felt annoyed.

"Oh yeah. I am stuck in this fucking island with you. Not good." I continued and his giggles faded. After a couple of seconds, he handed me a banana and I stared at him and he just smiled. I took it since i was hungry that moment.

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The afternoon came, I sat down nearby the coastline watching the sun set when Taylor sat beside me.

"It's beautiful, isn't?" He began.

"Yeah. It is..." I responded and frowned. "Uh, sorry." I whispered.

"Sorry for what?" He asked and gave me a soft smile.

"Oh come on. You know it."

"No."

"Yes you do."

"No, I don't"

"Yes- uh. You know what? I hate you."

He smiled at me and looked back at the sun set.

"Okay. Sorry that I talk to you like this. I just... I just feel so annoyed. I don't know. Mood swings? I don't know." I told him.

"It's fine, I don't bother." He said without removing his sight off the sun set.

There was a time when the night was so cold and T would wrap his arms around me and cover me with his large shirt to give me warmth. He was nice and very gentleman. I never knew this guy who annoys me like hell was this nice.

It has been four days and three nights since we were stuck on this island. Taylor would always wake up early to harvest coconuts or bananas, and catch fish with his shirt so he goes topless all the time which is quite awkward, then I always wake up late. Then in the afternoon, we would always exchange conversation and he would try his best to make me laugh when I tend to feel so down that we're not rescued yet.

"Wow. You're girlfriend dumped you? That is horrible." I reacted as he shared how her girlfriend dumped her because she had a rich suitor. "What's her name?" I asked.

"Brittany." He answered shortly.

"I'm thankful though." He added.

"Yeah. Rather than to discover she's cheating on you." I nodded and I saw a little sadness on his face.

"We could, we could belong together." I randomly sang with a random melody and he smiled.

"Better." I said.

"We could?" He asked. I stared at him and changed the perspective of my sight.

"You cook later." He ordered as it changed the topic, I felt relieved.

"And why would I?" I asked arrogantly.

"Because you're Italian." He responded with another irrelevant answer and stood up and went to our rock shelter leaving me behind.

"He's cute."

Wait. Did I just say that. Kthxbye.