Marooned

Chapter Twelve

It's been 3 weeks since I ran away. I found food and I slept under a tree. I heard rustling through the trees and my name being called out. Shit, shit, shit.

The voice that called out my name was Ceanna.

"CRYSTAL?" I could hear the leaves flying when she yelled my name, just like how everyone flew back when I yelled their name.

Ceanna was just behind the tree now. Staring at me. I started to cry.

"I'm sorry," I said awkwardly.

She forgave me.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Ceanna asked me, very quietly.

I nodded.

"I try not to get too sad or too happy or get really angry; because, um, the last time I did it, a magical type of feeling washed over me and strange things started to happen." She whispered.

I looked up, "Like when I made you fly backwards?"

She focused on a tree branch and suddenly it started to hover over me and fall into my lap.

"What the hell? How did you do that?" I asked with amazement.

She laughed as sniffled.

"I've known for a while now," she said. " I think I have magic or something," she shrugged like it was normal.

"No, that stuff is just a myth. Magic isn't real!" I said with disbelief.

She looked at me.

"You have it, too, sis. Like it or not." She said calmly.

I walked back to camp with Ceanna to see that in three weeks, my dad made a double bed out of some cushions from the boat, some wood, and vine from the trees.

"Welcome home!" Nick shouted happily.

"It's for you," Ceanna smiled while rubbing my back to comfort me.

I smiled and ran to go lay on it. It was really comfortable!

We've been on this island for 7 months now, trying to get off, starting huge fires, but no planes or helicopters have ever come by here. I started to think nobody was looking for us, so we just made ourselves at home.

It was really dark out when I heard footsteps in the sand coming towards me.

"Crystal?"

I could recognize that soft and sexy voice anywhere. It was Josh.

I didn't answer him, but he came to sit on my new bed.

"I'm really sorry. Please just give me another chance!" He ordered in a hot way.

I tried so hard to hide my smile but it crawled through my lips without warning.

He turned my face towards him.

"You're so beautiful," he told me in a low and quiet voice.

We kissed. It was a slow ad passionate kiss.

It was my way of telling him that I would give him another chance.

I let Josh crawl into my huge bed and he cuddled me while I softly drifted into a deep sleep.