The Island

Part 7 - 5

Five:

"What is that racket?" Andie looked at his bedroom door. Michael's music had carried into the bedroom hall and to Sara's and Andie's ears. "It's probably Michael celebrating." Sara replied. She held her borrowed heels in her hands, sitting on the bed. Andie turned to her. "It's okay. Michael didn't deserve it anyway-" "Andie, I don't need a big speech right now. I'm done with this stupid election." Sara laid back on the bed, spreading her arms out. "Tomorrow do you think we should present the case-" Sara shot straight up at Andie's words. "The case!" She exclaimed. She went over to her nightstand and grabbed her handy folder. "I can't believe I forgot about it-" "Slow down, you. We have to get approval from Michael to hear the case first." Andie smiled. Sara flipped through the written pages she had written for the case. "Hey, Andie." Sara called to him. He had walked up to the door again, listening to the heavy music. "Yeah?" He responded. "Are we still in good shape for accusing Brock and Taylor for killing Adin?" Andie looked back at Sara. Deep inside, Andie felt doubt that Brock and Taylor were guilty of murder. He felt Michael had done it; Andie thought about the possibility of his election to be leader is a massive cover-up to hide the truth about who really killed Adin. Despite that, Andie had another thought in mind. "You know, we don't have to charge Brock and Taylor guilty of murder." Andie began. "We can charge them with the destruction of tangible evidence." "Good thinking." Sara pointed at Andie with her pencil. "Come over here. We have a lot of rewriting to do." Andie walked away from the door and joined Sara bedside. They both sat criss-cross on the bed, facing one another. Sara began erasing some of her work. The music slowly faded as Sara and Andie became lost in their own thoughts and writing. The two let the afternoon, evening, and night pass away in their obsession with the case. The two awoke the next morning, cuddling each other. They both had forgotten how late they had both worked on rewriting the case, but their fatigue in the morning showed. "Andie, wake up." Sara sleepily said to Andie, shaking his shoulders. "We need to get up and show Michael our case-" "Yeah, yeah. Let me get up." Andie pulled himself away from Sara, standing on his own two feet. "I'm gonna shower this morning." Andie stretched his arms, blinking a few times to adjust to the bright morning once again. During the night, Andie had dreamt some... mature dreams about his relationship with Sara. He looked at her and shot her a question he'd been wanting to ask her for some time now. "Do you wanna shower with me?" Andie stood, awaiting a response. Sara seemed not at all shocked by the question. "No, I'm good. I'll shower in a bit. I'm going to wash my clothes." Sara replied. She had remembered she had gathered her dirty clothes that needed washing from the week past. He grabbed some fresh clothes, a stick of deodorant, and his toothbrush. "Alright. I'll see you in a bit." Andie walked out of his own room. Inside, he felt a sinking feeling of disappointment. The thought of being naked, wet, and alone with his girlfriend excited him enough to make him smile every time. After Andie had gotten about halfway to the bathroom, Sara followed, carrying a laundry basket. They walked to the right of the hall, each finding their own appropriate doors. Andie ducked into the open bathroom door and sighed. He closed the door. Sara went a bit further and found the door to the washer-drier. She opened it up and stepped inside. The space was barely bigger than a walk-in closet, but Sara managed to bring her basket in and loaded her clothes into the washer below. From the wall closet to the bathroom, Andie's shower had begun. Sara slammed the lid shut to the washer and located powder detergent. She placed it in a slot similar to a gas tank's. She poorer that in and sealed the slot shut. She played with the setting on the washer and hit start. The washer came to life, bouncing and rattling a bit. Sara left the laundry basket in the laundry pocket and stepped out. She decided to head for breakfast. Usually Sara could smell breakfast from her room, but this morning she couldn't. Sara took the long route to the dining room, seeing what Michael's party did to the Billiards room. The bare walls made Sara feel uncomfortable as usual; the walls had always been bare, but today they especially bothered her. Sara entered the foyer and saw something not too unusual. Sitting at the furthest seat away from Sara, Michael sat with his hands on his forehead. "Good morning." Sara greeted him. He looked up. "Hi." He sleepily replied. Sara approached him. Michael watched her come over, hoping she wouldn't see the empty bottles he placed behind a recliner chair a few hours ago. Sara found a spot across from him at the table. "How are you?" She asked. "Um... Okay. I have a headache and I barely slept." Michael's eyes were clearly bloodshot. "Yeah, you don't look too good." Sara smiled a bit. Michael nodded and looked down at the table. A silence came between the two. "Hey, I know you're tired, but I want to present my case to you today." Sara broke the silence. Michael shot his head up at her words. "Yeah... Um, that's fine. Not right now, though-" "I know." Sara interrupted. "Choose a time for when we present the case to you and we will be there." Michael exhaled. "How about noon?" He asked. "That'll be fine. Thank you." Sara got up from her seat. She smiled and began walking back to her own room. "Sara," Michael called after her. She turned back around to face him. "Make sure to put together a defense for your case. I want this to be as fair as possible for the accused-" "A defense?" Sara questioned. "Yes. I'm not simply letting you persuade me into punishing whoever you think is guilty." He said. "Okay.." Sara trailed. Her thoughts had erupted again. "Shall I notify the accused that they need to make a defense?" Sara asked. "Yes, please do as soon as you can." Michael replied. "Alright." Sara said. "Is that all?" "Yes. Please have both the prosecution and defense ready to go in foyer at eleven-" "Noon." Sara corrected him. "Ah, yes. Noon, eleven. What's the difference?" He smiled. "One hour." Sara replied grimly. There was a tense pause for a moment. "I'm just kidding." Sara laughed. "I'll see you at noon." With that, Sara disappeared into the perpendicular hall, letting Michael go back to his hands on his forehead. Her thoughts told her that "This isn't just a case anymore. It's a trial.