Lost in the Jungle (A Ross Lynch Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5

I wake up to sounds sounds of birds chirping, feeling a sudden flood of warmth. The fire is out. My vision clears and I realize I am pressed up against Ross, the warmth of his body flowing into mine.

I quickly jerk away. Is it possible that when I was next to Ross that it actually felt...good?

I shiver at the thought. Shaking Ross, I yell "ROSS WAKE UP!"

Ross is still sleeping as sound as a baby. I try again. "ROSS WAKE UP!" Ross turns around but still doesn't open his eyes.

I get a rock and throw it at Ross's face. I laugh as it hits his nose. Ross quickly sits up and starts rubbing his nose. "Ow! What was that for?"

"We have to break camp and move right after breakfast. I want us to get near a stream or a river. There's no source of water around here," I tell him. I pull Ross out of the camp and kick the lean-to, making it fall to the ground.

"Again, what was that for? It took me three hours to build that..." Ross whines.

"We can't move a lean-to," I tell him.

Ross groans and collapses back onto the ground. I ignore his behavior and start rekindling the fire. When the dancing flames greet me, I find two sticks and stick two bananas on each. I turn one of them around on top of the fire.

"So...breakfast is...toasted bananas," Ross says.

"Nawwww, breakfast is a gourmet lobster feast," I say sarcastically, handing him the bananas. "Eat it."

Ross holds the end of a stick as if it's infected with germs. His stomach rumbles with hunger. Ross shrugs and shoves a whole banana into his mouth.

"HOT HOT HOT HOT!" Ross spits out part of the banana and scratches his tongue while jumping around. "HOT HOT WHY IS IT SO HOT?"

I laugh. "That would be the 'toasted' part. Stupid boy."

After breakfast I pack up. "Give me the aluminum. There's a lot of plants on he ground level."

Ross holds the aluminum as far away from me as possible. "I want to lead. I'm the man." He hits his chest with his fist. "Ow ow ow ow!"

I take the aluminum from him. "Yeah...no."

We start trekking through the jungle. I remain silent to focus on the many animal sounds.

"Are we stuck here forever?"

I stop and turn around. "Excuse me?"

"You know, is this what we're going to do everyday for the rest of our lives? Walk through the jungle and look for a good source of water, hunt, then make camp? Is that all?"

I turn around and continue walking. "No it's not. First we have to focus on survival. Then when we adapt to the jungle, we can think of ways to get help."

Ross sighs and starts following me again. This time I stop and turn around. "We'll escape. I promise."

After walking for about four hours, we find a stream. Ross throws down his backpack and jumps into the stream.

"I love you wa-UMF." Ross hits the bottom of the stream.

I laugh and help him up. "It's a stream, not a river."

"I DON'T CARE!" Ross starts lapping away at the water.

"Um...there's fish poop in there."

Ross spits put the mouthful of water he was drinking. "Then how do we drink?"

I take a piece of aluminum out of Ross's backpack and expertly shape it into a pot. Using a sharp stick, I punch hole on the top of both sides of the pot. I fill the pot up just below the holes and make a stand to dangle the pot of water over by sliding a stick through the two holes and finding two Y shaped sticks to use as a foundation.

"What do I do now?" Ross asks.

I hand him a handful of black pebbles. "Make these into arrowheads."

Ross looks at the pebbles. "How...?"

I point to a boulder next to the stream. "You rub it up against that."

Ross grunts and starts to carve the pebbles while I start a fire. When I'm done, Ross is only halfway done with the arrowheads. I collect leaves and stitch them together with bark to make a hammock.

Ross is still rubbing rocks on the boulder. I venture off into the trees. After taking a few steps, I step onto a little bird. "Woah, begginer's luck." I carry the bird back to the camp and skin it with the aluminum, then roast it on the fire.

When Ross is done, I'm already swinging on my hammock. "Took you long enough," I say, biting down onto the flesh of the bird.

Ross throws the arrowheads into his backpack. "So I don't get any."

I take out the bird's breast meat. "So you mean you don't want this?"

Ross takes the meat from me and bites into it. "Waattteerrrr," he says, chugging down half the pot of water.

The sun sets and I lie down on my hammock. "Good night."

"I don't get a hammock?"

"Make your own!" I say, closing my eyes.

Suddenly, Ross jumps onto my hammock. I try to push him away. The hammock was small, and we were pretty much pressed up against each other. 

"Not until you make me a hammock!" Ross says.

After a while of failed attempts to shove Ross off of the hammock, I fall asleep.

Right in my worst enemie's arms.