Stranded (Roc Royal)

Chapter Twenty-Five

A week later...

Day Forty-Two:

Karen..

''Chresanto I'ma kick that smile off your face if you keep throwing grapes at me.'' I growled and turned the other side so my back was facing  him.

''No, but look come here.''

He held this little piece of paper at his finger tips. I was curious as to what he found but part of me knew what he was doing. I insisted on just going with the flow. I joined him on the sand and took a look at it. It was fucking blank.

''Jack..ass..'' I slowly said under my breath.

''I'm sorry, what'd you say? I didn't hear you.'' He held his hand up to his ear. Although i knew he heard what i said.

''Shut up.''

''Hey,'' He smiled at Clyde then back at me. ''Can i tell you a secret?''

I shook my head. ''Nah, bruh. Keep that shit to yourself.'' I patted his head and went to get up, but he called for me again, this time in a fake meaningful voice. He tried it.

I sat back down and crossed my arms. ''What?''

He didn't say anything, so i turned to see what he was doing right before he slowly pressed his lips against mine. I was startled for a second, but quickly returned the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away. Chresanto grinned.

''Why'd you stop.'' He smiled wide, quickly removing his hands from my sides. I stood up, ''Just because.'' I simply replied.

I looked over at Clyde who'd been watching the water intensely. I waved a hand in his face but he didn't move. I noticed his gaze was now on the sand, so he's thinking about something.

''Aye man, you alright?'' Chresanto sat next to Clyde.

He had stood up and walked away, telling us he'd be right back without an explanation. I only shrugged, realizing that something must've bothered him.

''He good. Anyways, Karen, I wanted to ask, didn't you say you spoke some different language?'' Chresanto glanced at me, changing the subject completely.

''And where is this coming from?'' I questioned.

''It was in my mind for a while.''

''Well if you must know, my family speaks French since we're from Germany, and i studied Spanish when i was in middle school. So i'm very fluent in both languages.''

''Say, ''Chresanto is the sexiest man alive'' in Spanish.'' He cheesed.

I sighed. ''You're joking.'' I asked. He chuckled and shook his head, and said no. ''Chresanto es el hombre vivo más sexy'' He bit his bottom lip, ''Now in French.''

''Go somewhere, Chres.''

I flicked him off and went inside the tent to play with Mike, the cat. He's gotten much healthier and less skinnier each day. Chresanto walked into the tent a few minutes later and looked down at me.

''I can't be-weave it..'' He laughed. Here we go again. I rolled my eyes and rested my head on my pillow. He always joked on my hair.

''Karen i think i saw one of your cousins a while ago. You know how he looks. Four paws, beady eyes, sharp teeth.'' He smirked.

''Fuck..off. Why don't you go play with'cha brother. He seems real interested in ya arm.'' I pointed to the ant crawling up his arm and laughed to my self.