Going Down

Chapter 4

~Chapter Four~

My eyes flutter open. The sound of waves hitting the shore run through my eyes. So peaceful. We must have made it to Hawaii. Why don't I remember the flight here? Ew, what's in my mouth? I sit up about to wipe out whatevers in my mouth when what my head is hit with a hammer hitting me like pain, having to lie my once clean hair back into the sand again. I look up at the sky, obsorbing my surroundings. What smells like burning medal? I try to sit up again, slowly this time. Directly infront of me is a big body of crystal clear water, stretching from either side of the long wide beach. Underneith me is pure sand. In front of me, not to far out is the tail of a plane just stickout of the water. The sky above me was just it's normal blu- wait. Tale end of a plane. Did I just see that? "Noo, your in Hawaii with Rachel, and not caring about where Liam is." Impossible. I try to stand up, But I can't. That's when I remember. Almost cutting my leg off, and almost passing out, the plane. Crashing. Oh my gosh..I just witnessed a plane crash. I'm stuck on a island. Stranded. 

What has probably been 10 minutes, I'm still sitting in the sand. Shocked. Are there any other survivers?

Liam...

I pull off my shirt to revial my turquoise bathing suit and acouple cuts and bruises and tie it around my injured leg, which has almost stopped bleeding, but does not look the slightest bit healthy. Still hurting I make my way to my feet and limp around to search for Liam. "LIAM. LIAM. LIAM WHERE YOU AT?!" I can't be alone for much longer. I'll start to over think. Then I'll start thinking about all the terrible things that could happen here. Well my first ride airborn was a bust. You would expect someone who just crashed on an island to freak out, this might actually not be so bad, if I wasn't alone. I've always thought about what is would be like to be stuck on a deserted island. So who knows, maybe this wont be so bad. It could turn into that show 'LOST'. Hopefully not the whole show though cause some messed up shit happens to those people. "DAMMIT LIAM WHERE'D YOU GO" This is getting frustrating. No wait there he is! I run as well as I can towards him. He was half covered in sand, the waves washing up to his neck. "Liam, Liam wake up you douche." I gently shake him. I don't know how to find pulse and I can't tell if he's breathing either. I sit beside him , his head on my working leg. I push his astray hair out of his eyes. "I'm sorry." And I meant it. "For everything I've said."

"I also know you give in easily." He opens his eyes and let's out a little laugh. I can't help smile a little bit. I've never noticed before but his eyes looked like a beautiful pool of blue, like I could sail away in them, and his chocolate hair, it matched them perfectly. I'm not saying I like him- cause I don't - but he was incredibly attrative. Stupid six pack gave me goose bumps. If only his personality matched. He slowly stands up, pulling me up after him.

"Um what do you think your doing.." I say.

"Taking off my shirt? You not wearing one, I think I should have the right to be shirtless too." Oh I forgot I was only wearing my bikini top and shorts. 

"That's different. I'm injured and in pain." 

"Oh yeah, hows your leg doin." I wonder...

"Well it's still bleeding, it's giving me pain and greif and I nearly got it chopped off. So I guess it's doing pretty good, thanks." He may be coming off concirerate, but he still has the stupid smirk speared across his face. We just jumped off a crashing plane. How is he smiling like that right now? 

"Here let me help."

"No I'm perfe- No Liam stop! Put me down!" Liam lifts me up and over his sholder. Stupid football team makes it easier for him. I squirm around in his arms, which really isn't helping my situation. He carries me over to a shaded area at the edge of the jungle off the beach and sits me in sand, plopping himself down infront of me.

"Ok. First off you welcome." I roll my eyes. "And second, what do you even have in that bag anyways." Oh. I actually completely forgot about it. I don't even remember what I put in it. So I pull my bag off my back and dump the contents into the little sand between us. 

"So, we got water-"

"You brought 3 bottles of water?"

"I tend to get thirsty.." I say.

"Yea bu-"

"Can we just move on?" I interupt him. "So 3 bottles of water." I repeat again and he shoots me an annoyed look. "My soaking wet and now broken and complelty useless IPhone." Shit, I loved that thing. "Some gymp-"

"Isn't gymp for ten year olds?" Liam teased.

"I like to make stuff okay? Shut up already." He stops talking and I continue. "Some damp magazines." He lets out a laugh. "Lipstick-" This time he didn't cut me off. I stopped myself.

"Now way." Liam is shocked too.

"Holy crap." 

"Is that."

"I had her listick along.."

"Well that' just great." You can see the anger build up on his face. "I could be spending my time with Rachel right now. If only you were smart enough to know you had it." 

"I didn't know I hand it!"

"Ok sure." He turns so his back is facing me. 

"Ya kniw it would be great if Rachel was here. So I didn't have to talk to you. But shw would be all over you so maybe it's also a plus she's not. So I don't have to listen to you two do it behind a tree or skinny dip in the ocean. Why the hell are you even dating her anyways?!" By now I'm on my feet. Yelling at his face. I'm really showing my feelings today. "Cause she's 'hot'." Liam's standing up now, hands turning white. "Because from what I hear, you just bang each girl you date, then move onto the next." 

"WHAT THe hell do you know ASHLEY? Hmm?" I know things.. "You've only dated one person your whole 17 years of living." He turns around and pulls me closer. His nose almost touching mine.

"Don't go there..." I hesitate. 

He puts his lips to my ear. His hot breath sending chills down my spine. And then he says it. "Me.."