Safe and Sound: Raura Story

Chapter 20: Not Losing Hope

The crew was on the island for 9 days. They felt like they were going to die. It seemed like everyone gave up. Everyone except for Riker.

"Riker, what are you doing? We're trying to sleep!" a cranky Rocky shouted. They were all laying down, trying to fall asleep.

Riker sat on a boulder making music. He was trying to make a ukulele. Riker plucked the strings. Not perfect, he thought. He started to tweak the strings again. Suddenly, he felt a presence next to him. He turned his head.

"Hey," Vanessa whispered. Riker smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "Riker, why are you so happy? We have no hope of being saved," she asked, leaning on Riker's shoulder. He continued to fix the strings.

"I don't know, I just believe that we were going to get saved. If not, I'll die happy, because I'm with my best friends and the girl I love," he smiled. Vanessa chuckled slightly. She studied him, determined to make his ukulele.

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Around 3 am, Riker had his ukulele perfect. He smiled at his piece of work. He has been making it ever since they had got here. Riker glanced down at the others. An hour earlier, Vanessa left to go to sleep. The fire was burning down. Riker jumped off the rock and put some more firewood in the fire. The flames became bigger.

Nobody moved. They were sound asleep. Vanessa was closest to the fire, next to an empty space where Riker slept. Nearby, was Ross and Laura, snuggled up together. Riker smiled at them. His plan worked. His eyes shifted over to Rydel and Ratliff and Rocky. Rydel and Ratliff were next to each other, a little too close.

Suspicion rose in Riker's stomach. What if...no...they can't... he thought. Rocky lay in front of both of the two.

Riker sighed and laid down next to Vanessa. He was dog-tired. He put an arm around Vanessa and closed his eyes. I'll show them tomorrow, he thought as he fell into a deep sleep.

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-Yay I updated. Btw, there is 3 more chapters then the sequel shall be written!!!

So I read through my comments a lot and I sometimes get a bit sad when people criticize me by the way I write/think. This is coming from my imagination. I don't know every single detail about everything. So don't comment saying that you can't make a ukulele with nothing. It's my IMAGINATION! ITS A STORY!

But those comments don't weigh me down as much. I get so happy when you comment such nice things! I love all of you!

Much love, B💋