Lost in the Jungle (A Ross Lynch Fan Fiction)

Chapter 6

I wake up with the sun shining on my back. Ross was snoring lightly behind me. His arms were wrapped around my waist and his head was resting on my back.

HIS ARMS WERE WRAPPED AROUND MY WAIST AND HIS HEAD WAS RESTING ON MY BACK!

"AHHH!" I scream and roll off the hammock. We were spooning!

Unfortunately, Ross's arms were wrapped tightly around my waist so he fell too.

"Oof!" I hit the ground with Ross.

"What was that for?" Ross was on top of me, his body crushing mine.

"Get off me!" I say, trying to push Ross off.

Ross leans in closer. "Why? Got a problem?" he asks, his breath giving me chills.

All of a sudden it's quiet. No more arguing, no more noises. Not even a bird's chirp. Just the hard breathing of me and Ross.

You know I never noticed that he had hazel eyes, I always thought they were brown. UGH WHAT AM I THINKING?

Ross's eyes are piercing through me. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," he says, smirking.

"Okay you know what get off me!" I push Ross to the side and brush the dirt off of me.

"So what do we do today?" Ross asks.

"Hunt. And make tools. Which is of course, for hunting," I reply, trying to hide my blush from earlier.

For the next hour, Ross and I attach the arrowheads to a stick to make spears. Then we set out to hunt.

"Hey what do we-"

"Shhh!" I shush him. "Be quiet. I hear something."

It was the sound of footsteps rustling in the leaves. All of a sudden it stops. I let my guard down and wipe a bead of sweat.

"ROWR!" A roar comes from behind us. I turn around and gasp. It was a leopard, the top predator in the African jungle.

I hold my spear at the ready. Ross is cowering behind me. "Wow thanks for the help," I whisper to him angrily.

"I don't want to get killed!" Ross says.

"Oh no problem. I'll take the death for you," I say sarcastically.

The leopard leaps. I stab its eye midair. The leopard falls down with a deafening roar. It charges at me again. This time,  I stab the other eye. The leopard is now blind.

"AHHH!" Ross charges out from behind me and stands next to the leopard. "Haha you can't see me!"

The leopard swipes Ross on the leg. "Owwcchhyyyy!"

"He can still hear you smart one," I say.

Ross glares at me and limps back. I silently skip over to the leopard and stab it hard on the back. The animal roars and falls to the ground. Ross charges out again.

Using his spear, Ross stabs the big cat over and over again. Eventually the lion stops roaring in pain and stops altogether.

Getting on my knees, I say a prayer to wish the leopard a good life in heaven. Ross hoists the limp body onto his shoulder and we head back to camp.

I skin the leopard while Ross washes his wound in water. Then I take out the intestines and hang them on a stick.

"Ew! Throw them away!" Ross says.

"No way. It's good fish bait."

"But then we have to make a fishing pole UGGHH," Ross complains.

I roll my eyes and put the meat over the fire. "The skin will make a good blanket," I say, spreading out the fur and laying it onto the hammock.

We eat half of the meat and wrap the other half in a leaf. "Good night," I say, climbing under the blankets.

"Night," Ross says, climbing in after me.

I don't even bother trying to push him off because I know he won't budge, so I sigh and turn my back to him.

And I fall asleep right next to my worst enemy.

Again.