Found My Disrespect

Fight!

Guy's pov:

I wake up in Hoogie's arms and lay there stiffly. I don't know what to do.

How did we even get in this position?

I decide to skip the teasing he was obviously going to put me through and squirm out of his grip.

Mission Accomplished.

I smirk at his slumbering figure and my thoughts creep toward a familiar subject.

The island...

I want to go to that island. I would need to find a way to get to the island. I probably will not need any supplies for the trip though. I thinks that's all I'll need.

Transportation...

I sit besides the sleeping Hoogie as I wait to tell him my plan.

...

He wakes up a while later and wipes the sleep out of his eyes. His rough morning voice greets my ears. "Good morning."

"More like, good evening." I chuckle with my eyes closed.

He only hums in response and sits up.

"Hoogie, I want to go to the other island." The silence that follows after is dense.

"You really shouldn't." His voice sounds calm, but it's still a bit sharper that usual.

"Why?" I stare at his hazel eyes, waiting for an answer. He bites his lip and avoids my gaze. "Why?" I say again. This time a little shaper.

The tension between us intensified and I was surrounded by a thick fog of emotions.

What does he not want to tell me?

Why does he not want to tell me?

Curiosity.

Fear.

Betrayal.

What?

Why?

"Those people are horrible people, Gu... Chase?" The tension falls away from his face when he asks me in his own Hoogie way of asking for permission.

"Guy is fine." I flash a smile at him.

He smiles back, but it doesn't reach his upset hazel eyes. "I don't think you should go."

I frown and look at the ocean waving at me. "I need to get home, Hoogie." My voice sounds pitiful. Desperate.

"We can signal to ships and airplanes here." His jaw sets with the stern remark he makes.

I raise an eyebrow at him. "I'm sure they have a boat or something. They seem to have flare guns also. The fact that more people are there, means I would have a greater chance of being saved there." My tone is a defiant, stubborn one.

His frown deepens as he struggles for words. "You... you can't go! You don't have permission!"

"From who?" I ask causally.

"From me." His face hardens. My eyes jolt wipe open with surprise.

"I don't need your permission." I say bitterly.

"Well you'll need help, don't you?" He points out lividly.

"I thought I did, but I'll do this own my own." My glare is the last part of the argument. I stalk off with my temper still flaring.

"Don't tell them your real name!" He shouts after me. His voice slightly softer.

"Fine!" I call back also a bit softer.