survivors ↠ e.d.

FIFTEEN

"Nessa wake up..." a soft voice stirs me out of my sleep. I tiredly open my eyes to see Grayson shaking my shoulder. I glance down and realize that I'm still naked.

"Oh my god Gray!" I sit up in panic and grab my sweatshirt to cover my bare body. He softly smiles at me and points out at Ethan with his chin. "Wake him up, I gotta show you guys something." he says as he walks away casually.

It almost seemed normal to him to wake up a naked girl. Fucking hell...

"Oh and Nessa?" his voice makes my gaze go up. "Nice rack..." he winks. My cheeks turn into a light shade of pink. I bring my hands to my face and try to hide my embarrassment. I hear him chuckle as he walks away in the jungle.

I turn around and wake Ethan up by kissing him on the cheek. "Wake up sleepy head..." I whisper. He rubs his eyes and props himself on his eyebrows, looking at the surroundings. He turns his head back to me and glances down at my bare chest. He blushes and bites his lip.

I bring my lips next to his ear and whisper "Thank you for last night... I had a lot of fun." I flinch and give him a seductive wink as I try to stand up to walk away.

Wrong move.

I fall on the ground, face first. Ethan bursts out laughing, rubbing his eyes.

Real smooth Nessa...

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"I can't believe you forgot I couldn't walk. You left me with Ethan although you know he can't carry me!"

"Nessa I can't believe YOU forgot you couldn't walk! You fell face first on the ground!" Grayson laughs as he squeezes his grip around my thighs and back. He always carries me bridal-style and to be honest, I find it kind of cute.

I giggle and look up at him. He stops walking to stare back at me. We both stay like this for a few seconds, then I see his gaze moving down to my lips. He licks his bottom lip and slightly open his mouth.

"Are you guys coming or what?" we hear Ethan yell, far in front of us. We both chuckle as Grayson keeps walking.

The rest of the walk was silent. I was resting my head on Grayson's chest and was snuggling my face in his hoodie the whole time.

There's also something about Grayson that attracts me. I can't quite put my finger on it yet, but I feel like he likes me... And I feel like he's kinda jealous of Ethan... Making other guys jealous is a game I like to play.

A game I intend to play...

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"A radio system?" I ask as I stare at the what-seems-to-be broken radio. Grayson nods as he sits me down on a seat and walks over to the radio.

"We can try and get some help with this." Grayson continues as he takes the walkie-talkie and turns on the radio.

"I don't want to kill your vibe bro, but it seems pretty broken to me..." Ethan giggles.

"Will you shut up and be hopeful for once?" Grayson snaps and Ethan rolls his eyes.

Ethan walks over to me and picks me up in his arms to sit on the seat I was sitting on. He sits me on his lap and wraps his arms around my waist.

I hear him groan under his breath.

"You okay?" I whisper. I see Grayson slightly turning his head to hear us. Ethan nods as he glares at Grayson and tightens his grip around me. My cheeks turn in a light shade of pink.
I lay back against Ethan and wait for Grayson to capt signal.

"Got anything?" Ethan asks loudly as Grayson was bent over the radio to check the wires.
"It's not working!" he shouts back.

I roll my eyes and sigh. What the heck was he expecting?

"Hang on! I think I have something!" he says as he plays with the antenna. Ethan and I hear the radio sizzle. Ethan stands up and holds me in his arms, making sure I don't fall down. He scoops my legs up and carries me with him as he walks towards Grayson.

Grayson is adjusting switches and controls, desesperately trying to find signal.

The sizzle stops and we all stare at each other with wide eyes as we hear someone speak through the other side of the radio.

"Hel...o? Any... Ody... Ere?... Ver." a masculine voice shouts in the walkie-talkie that Grayson holds.

"Oh my god hello?! Can you hear us?! Please help us, we need to get out of here! Our plane crashed a-and we're stuck in the jungle! Please for the love of god help us!" I break down in tears as I snatch the walkie talkie off Grayson's hands.

We all wait in silence for a response, my shattering teeth breaking the quiet scereny.

"Please... R... peat message... Can't... Hear... Over." the radio starts to sizzle again.

"Fuck! Hello?! Please help us! Please! We need help! Over, over!!!" I cry.

"He... O?!" the man shouts again.

I start to panic. Ethan tightens his grip around my me and presses his forehead on mine. My shoulders are uncontrollably jumping due to my sobs. "Shhh calm down Ness. You need to stay calm." he whispers as he rubs his big hand up and down my weak arm.

I take a deep breath and bring the walkie-talkie back to my lips.

"We are three survivors of a plane crash. It was a plane leaving from Santiago to São Paulo. Flight number 206. We need help we're stuck in the jungle... Over." I say calmly.

Grayson stares at the walkie-talkie, on the edge of crying.

"Can't... Hear you... Please repeat... Essage. Ov..." the radio sizzles one last time before shutting down.

The green light that was flashing on the front of the radio turns off and the walkie-talkie stops crackling. Silence takes over the plane and jungle.

I drop the walkie-talkie to the ground and let my arm fall next to me, as all my weight hangs loose in Ethan's arms. A tear falls down my cheek.

I see Grayson sobbing in the corner of my eye.

Ethan sighs.

It's over... we're going to die here.