The Con and the Artist

Lost: Secrets

Nine days. It's been nine days and I already feel like I'm loosing my head. Half of the survivors have moved to the caves, but against my better judgement I chose to stay with Sawyer on the beach. Aside from him fighting with some of the other survivors things have gone rather smoothly. I think we might even be becoming friends in a way. 

Aside from a possible large scar on my right thigh, my wound is healing up rather nicely. At the very least I'm able to wear my jeans again. I've also somewhat stolen the red plaid flannel from Sawyer, the one I was using as a skirt. I've been wearing it over my tank tops. Sawyer went out for something earlier this morning, so I decided I'd go down to the water, try to clear my head a bit. 

As I approach the shore line, I see Sawyer out there in the ocean, swimming around with only his boxers on. We make eye contact before I glance down and see he's reading one of my books. 

"It's a great book"

I look up and see he's walking over to me. I bite my lip, trying to hide my smile and stop my blush.

"It must be cold in there without any clothes on" I mumble dropping the book back in the sand. 

"Sure is, why don't you get a little closer and warm me up" He smirks down at me. A small smile starts to appear on my lips. 

"I actually came out for a swim myself" I admit. 

"Well sweetheart, you and I both know you can't swim" He teases. 

"And we also know I'm not actually going to swim" I counter, he chuckles. 

"I'll see you back at the tent dimples" He smiles at me. I smile back and continue on down to the sea line.

I don't go in past my knees, stilling not knowing how to swim. I splash some of the salty water on my face, trying to cool off in the ocean and clean myself up a bit. 

After a while, it's hard to keep track of time here, I walk back over to the tent, seeing Sawyer quickly put his letter away as he sees me approach. 

"What happened to your hand?" I ask, looking down and seeing his left knuckles all bruised up. 

"That supposed life guard was going through my stuff" 

"Sawyer!" I scold and grab the bandage shirt, the one we've been using for cuts and other things. I pour some water on it and walk back inside the tent, sitting next to him. 

"Give me your hand" I order, holding out my left hand. He grumbles something and rolls his eyes as he places his left hand in mine. 

"How does Boone look?" I ask as I gently dab at his knuckles, making him wince. 

"Let's just say the modeling agency won't be givin him a call for a while" He smirks. 

"Did he say what he was looking for?" 

"No, didnt give him a chance. He shoulda asked at least, show some common decency" he grumbles as I finish cleaning up his hand. 

"I agree he should have asked you first, but that's no excuse for almost killing him!" 

He goes quiet at this. I huff out a sigh and walk back outside, grabbing my sketch book and a pencil. I sit in the sand a little ways away and continue work on my sketch of the beach and wreckage, the ocean off to the side. I'm about to begin working on details when I see an angry Jack come storming towards us from the path to the caves. 

He walks past me and I watch as he immediately starts to go through my suitcase, before turning to Sawyer. I get up from my spot and walk over to them, I get there right as Sawyer stands up.