-Ceanna's P.O.V-
Josh and I were laughing together and talking to each other happily while Crystal sat alone.
I shouldn't be doing this. She should be the one having a good time with her boyfriend!
"When do you think we will be off of the island?" Josh asked me, interrupting my thoughts.
I whipped my head towards him with so much force that he slightly jumped back, alarmed.
"Sorry, what?" I asked.
"I just asked you when you think we'd be off the island..." He said, his voice shaking a little.
I shrugged.
"Why aren't you over there talking to Crystal?" I asked politely, "I mean, she is your girlfriend," I finished with a sad voice.
He didn't answer.
"Uh, Josh?" I said, looking at him awkwardly.
He didn't make eye contact with me.
"I don't know." He said firmly, almost like he was mad at something.
"Why?" He said, now making eye contact.
"Oh, um, I don't know, I was just wondering," I replied, surprised by his question.
"I'll be right back, I'm just going to go change into a new shirt." He told me, quietly.
-Josh's P.O.V-
I walked past Crystal, not saying a word to her as I walked into the bushes, holding a clean t-shirt in my hand.
I found a tree where we all usually change at, and I leaned against it. I sighed.
Why am I so into Ceanna?
Why do I hardly talk to my girlfriend?
-Ceanna's P.O.V-
It's been long since Josh left. I went after him. I was walking into the trees, looking around to make sure nobody was watching me. Nobody was.
"Josh?" I said before turning around and realizing his stomach was exposed.
I couldn't stop staring. His rock-hard abs stuck out at me like a bright colour in a world of darkness.
"Uh.." I tried to search for words but they wouldn't come to me.
"Sorry, I, um, I was just- um," I slapped my hand to my forehead. I was clearly acting like an idiot.
Josh smiled.
"What?" I smiled back.
"Nothing. You look cute when your embarrassed." He said, shirt still off.
I walked forward, closer to him. We were very close by now.
"I was just coming to check on you, you were gone for a while."
He smiled again.
Everything after that was a bit blurry.
Josh's hands slightly and softly grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to his body.
His head leaned down and his lips crashed into mine. He tasted very sweet. My hands crawled up his abs and all the way up to his neck. I held them there.
His lips began to soften on mine. His rapid breathing against mine felt amazing. I felt like nothing could go wrong. Nothing else mattered to me at this moment.
His fingers were raking through my hair, as we're mine to his hair.
-Crystal's P.O.V-
I looked around for Ceanna and Josh. I remember him saying he was going to change his shirt.
I crept into the bushes and nearly shrieked at what I was seeing.
Josh and Ceanna were making out!
I could feel the tears filling up my eyes so quickly.
How could they do this to me?
Why would Ceanna do this.. to me?
I couldn't believe me eyes! I couldn't stop staring!
My jaw dropped and tears flowed down my smooth face.
I was biting my lip so hard I could taste the metallic taste of blood on my tongue.
I didn't understand. How could I not see this?!
He was... He was enjoying it, too!
-Josh's P.O.V-
At this point, Ceanna had no shirt on; her pink laced bra exposed to me. We were lying on the ground while making out and I was on top of her.
Should I be doing this?
I probably shouldn't be doing this.
I leaned out of our kiss and rolled off of Ceanna.
"We should stop before its too late," I said, with my hair messed up. I probably looked horrible.
"We don't have to! I mean, Crystal would never find out!" Ceanna tried to convince me.
She bit her bottom lip and stared at me with sad eyes. She was trying to be sexy so I would give in!
I looked away, "No," I said, my jaw set.
I began putting my shirt on. I felt like we were being watched for some reason.
-Crystal's P.O.V-
I sighed quietly. At least he wasn't going to go all the way with her. That was good. I guess.
I wiped my tears away with the sleeve of my sweater and walked away, hoping that Josh would come soon after.
-Ceanna's P.O.V-
I can't believe he just did that!
"Stay," I said, grabbing his hand.
He quickly pulled his hand away from mine, "I can't. It's not right."
Then he walked away.

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Marooned
Teen FictionCrystal Smith is the daughter of Matthew Smith. Crystal is a sixteen year old girl who's life gets turned upside down when her father tells her they're going on vacation with the family. The thing is, vacations aren't supposed to last forever; while...