castaways - luke hemmings

04 - the one where he's had enough

04| The one where he's had enough
July 8 - 10:59 pm

Luke

I searched through my backpack, trying to find some sort of reassurance. I pull out my notebook, scoffing. My mum told me to pack this on tour, to write down my thoughts and random ideas. I conceive a brilliant idea; I would write in this as my log - every day till we get rescued. Sounded really cheesy, but I would like to remember my experience's here, as weird as that sounds, I mean who would want to remember being in a plane crash, surviving one, and then being stuck on a deserted island. But when I get older, I would like to show my kids the adventures their dad has been on.

But that was if we did get rescued. 

I shivered at the thought of us being on this island forever then us dying, whether it be old age, or the island picking us off one by one by its conditions. Hate to be pessimistic, but there were only 2 options here. We were in some sort of game, call it what you will, but it's survival of the fittest. Not every man for themselves, but teamwork makes the dream work. 

We all needed each other, whether we liked it or not.

Eleanor my mind thought, Jesus, she intrigued me. She didn't have her hands all over me, and yet she didn't completely ignore my presence either. I couldn't stop think about her. She raced my mind, and I didn't know how to stop it.

I had met her less than 24 hours ago. (it's not gonna be one of those fanfics do not fret) Yet I talked about her like I knew her for ages. I had thoughts liked I knew her for ages. 

Everyone was now laying around in their tents, some people tucked away in the plane. They had set a huge bonfire pit in the middle of the beach, where all the tents circled around for heat. I was 2 tents down from Eleanor, Harry between the 2 of us. Which of course pissed me off. 

"Okay, everyone! We had set up tents around the bonfire. There are only a limited amount, first come first served, the remaining will have to sleep in the plane, sorry." Robin announced. She was in charge of our campsite, while Garry was in charge of exploration and survival.

Eleanor sprinted over to one of the tents facing the bonfire and ocean, claiming it as hers. I sprinted to the one beside hers, only to be already taken by the one and only Harry. I fumed, the only closest option was the one next to Harry, which was next to El.

I hear them laughing about something, the laughs booming through the campsite. I grumble pulling the blanket, that the airline had provided, over my head. They continued talking about some sort of school in Sydney, and I have had enough. 

I got up from my tents throwing the warm blanket off of my body. I stomped over to Harry's tent which was about 5 feet away from mine. Once I got there they stopped their conversation looking up at me. "Excuse me, lovebirds," I cringe, "Some people are trying to get some sleep after a tiring experience, I'm sure you can relate. So if you could be considerate, and maybe shut the fuck up, please and thank you for the concern." I finish off. They looked baffled, but they stop talking. I march over to my tent wrapping myself in a little burrito feeling the warmth crawl into my skin.

Sighing, I succumbed to sleep, as I listen to the crackling of the bonfire, and the waves crashing onto the shore. And not the sound of obnoxious laughter coming from the next tent beside me.

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July 9 - 8:27 am

I wake up to the sound of seagulls screeching. The noise piercing my eardrums, having my body jolt up. I notice the fire has died down, now only smoke being conveyed. I look over to my right seeing Harry's tent empty, reaching my head out of the tent more I also see Eleanor's tent empty. I blink at the empty tents before I hear a shrieking laugh that was best known from Eleanor. My head turns towards the noise, seeing Eleanor hit Harry's chest in a flirtatious way. 

My body pulls up and walks towards the plane to see if there was any food. A growl escapes my stomach as I hop into the plane. I go over to Robin who was handing out pastries in small little plastic bags to people. A line forms, everyone grabbing a pastry each. I get into line right as Eleanor and Harry do. They line up behind me, Eleanor giggling at God knows what. 

I get to the front of the line and grab a piece of lemon bread from the basket, and head to one of the seats tearing the package open, taking a sizable bite from it.

An old man sits beside me, clearing the packing from the croissant. "Young love," he sighs looking over at El and Harry. "Precious isn't it? Out of all the bad that has happened they seemed to find happiness in the dark." I stay quiet, nibbling on the almost gone bread. 

"Yeah," I whisper. After I clear my throat, crumpling the plastic in my hand. "If you'll excuse me," I shuffle past the old man, walking down the aisle. 

I walk over to her touching arm, bringing it so she faced me. "Hey El," I barge into the conversation. 

"Uh, hey Luke," She looks at me skeptically, then looks at Harry giving him the 'he's crazy' look.

"What's up?" I continue on, not caring if I disturb their little talk.

"Things aren't the best, obviously, but I'm fine." She nods, looking at me awkwardly. I copy her actions. Now we're just standing in silence, Harry now looking very uncomfortable.  

"I guess I should help the others, with things," He scratches his hand while throwing away his rapper. I silently thank him for leaving El and me alone.

"What the hell Luke!" Eleanor slaps my arm - hard I may add, once Harry was a decent distance away from us. I clutch my arm wincing at the harsh and unexpected contact. 

"What the fuck?!" I exclaim, still clutching my now throbbing arm. She looks infuriated.

"Couldn't you see that I was talking to him?! God, you're so annoying." She groans stomping her foot.

"Why? Do you like him or something?" I question, a pain in my chest growing

"I don't know," she sighs, "I don't know how I feel."

"Babe if you don't know then you certainly don't," I chuckle cockily, trying to push away the feeling in my chest.

"Why do you even care? Are you jealous?" She asks, her arms folding across her chest. 

"I'm not - no no, I don't." I shake my head, my confident attitude fading away.

"Alright pal," she pats my head before skipping away towards Harry.

"Did you just pal zone me?!" I yell over to her, putting my hand on my chest acting hurt.

"I just did, pal." She turns around walking backward, winking in my direction. Making my stomach flutter. I shake it off, it's probably gonna go away soon. 

I mean I'm really hoping it will.

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really short chapter !! 

but luke is so indecisive i cant

he's got like alter egos one's like a cocky asshole rockstar, another one's like a shy lil boy whos heart flutters whenever el talks to him. how cute