As One

Chapter 3

Hello,  my darlings! Sorry for the wait, but as a reward for your patience, I've made this chapter a bit longer then usual! Enjoy, and please vote and comment if you think it deserves it! ❤

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The pair decided to start making a shelter to sleep under after Clinton mentioned the gathering clouds above them. By now they were well within the forest. They had come across banana, and mango trees, and Abigail felt assured now that at least they wouldn't starve.

The sound of the ocean near told the two that they were near the place where the most palm trees would be. It was suggested by Clinton that they use fallen branches off of the trees to create a roof to keep the rain off them. Before it was achieved, both their arms ached.

"It's not as big as I thought it would be," Abigail stated uncertainly after about 20 minutes of work. She carried more branches, and dropped them down onto the ground near the shelter. She picked up one, and started weaving and layering them where rain still might get through. 

Thoughts of the two of them staying dry under the shelter, propelled through her mind, and she was doubtful if they would be able to have much space. To stay away from Clinton was proving harder then she thought.

"I don't know if that's such a big problem..."

Abigail looked up to see Clinton with arms full of branches, smirking down at her. Her heart took a wild leap, and she looked down, flustered. Choosing to ignore his comment, she focused instead on minimising what it did to her instead. Her heart raced, and she could feel him studying her. She took a big breath in, and managed not to give in to looking up again at Clinton.

Clinton watched as Abigail ignored him. He pressed his lips together, aware of the hurt and fear that was stopping her from being free about her feelings for him. He busied himself with patching up the opposite side of the tent-shaped shelter.

The sound of the tide was combined with the gentle trickling of the stream nearby. They had chosen a spot near the stream so they could access fresh water at any time. It was about two minutes from where they set up into the forest, and the beach was five minutes away.

Clinton remembered, when Abigail and he had been courting, they had taken a walk along the local beach. The water had been calm, and a beautiful blue. They had been together for about two weeks, and they had made their way into the near park. They rested on a bench, and that was the first time they had kissed.
Clinton smiled to himself as he recalled the way she had looked at him after, her face adoring.

He sighed.

He was going to need more then a kiss to convince her that nothing should have the power to bring them apart.
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The sun was setting, and Clinton could see the purple, orange, and pink colours streaming through the trees. An idea flew into his mind, and he looked over at Abigail who was finishing a ripe mango, sitting on a rock. He grinned impishly, and stood up.

He walked away a bit from their spot, and when he was sure Abigail wasn't looking, he started digging through the damp soil. After a little while, he had found a handful of fat, squirming worms. He smirked, and got up, and started walking towards Abigail. He held his hand slightly behind his back as he approached his girl.

"Taste good?" Clinton's control of his face gave away nothing.

Abigail's head turned upwards. "Yes, thank you."

"I have something for you, darling." Clinton took on a serious expression, and watched as Abigail's face turned confused. "Can you stand up?"

"Clinton," Abigail sighed, "Please, don't make this harder then it needs to be for any of us."