Trapped in a Island with Jenny Nicholson

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Username:terra_jean POV

I stared at Jenny Nicholson in the face, a million thoughts running through my head:

First, like how this morning I had woken up in the shed that the organization that named me Emerging Artist of the Year had sculpted for me; I had sprung out of my bed with my messy blonde hair falling gently down my shoulders and baby-smooth skin. I'd stared at my shining green eyes in the mirror with a light, airy sigh, just expecting it to be another normal day on the trip that was awarded to me for winning the musician prize. Come to think of it, as part of the reward, they'd also airlifted my entire house into the island so I have all my stuff here. What shed? I never mentioned a shed.
Secondly, I thought back to when I was scrolling through tumblr while sipping herbal tea and flipping my hair over my eye, when suddenly I heard a crashing sound and lots of screams. I ran outside and saw Jenny Nicholson in the distance, with some ugly, dumb, golem-eyed horse-faced cinnamon toast-fucking inbred c*nthole-looking hoebag about to throw a trident at her. I ran at my full speed of 15 miles per hour while live streaming on YouTube for my viewers. I was fully intending to jump in front of the trident before it hit Jenny, but I was so enraged that this other girl's grossness was in Jenny's aura that I tackled her instead. I couldn't resist killing her. I killed her so good, and Jenny and I rejoiced every time my Ugg boot landed in her raw burger patty of a face.
Jenny was crying tears of blood, but she looked so happy. "You saved my life." She murmured.
"It was nothing." I shrugged. "I play basketball sometimes so I am very fast."
"And strong." She commented. She looked shyly at the ground. "I've been so lonely being trapped in a island for so long. Could we go for a walk?"
"Okay." We strolled side by side through the forest. "When I say I'm a subscriber, I mean I'm sort of a fan."
"Oh, that's great! I can easily say a fan has never saved my life before."
"Oh, please. Hey, I always wondered - have you ever been tempted to try to live a normal life, away from YouTube?"
Jenny blew the seeds off of one of those grey seedy-ass weeds and looked wistful. "No, I don't think I could ever live a normal life again. I'm too famous and too deep into YouTube and the various cults I'm in. Sometimes I wish I could go back to when I didn't get harassed at comic-con, back when I could read my emails with a glass of wine and not having people email me bad fan fiction, you know?"
"But you read the fan fiction anyways."
"Oh, yes. It's quite entertaining and makes for good video content. Those stories are prime examples of bad, self-inserting, wish fulfillment with unrealistic, nonsensical story arcs."
"Wow. Maybe I'll try to write you a great story someday, to ease your sorrows."
"I'd love that! What's your Wattpad username?"
"Terra_jean."
"Cool! I'll make emails about your works my top priority and I'll make a reaction video to it!"
I picked a low hanging avocado off of a tree and handed it to her.
"For-for me?" Jenny cradled the avocado in her firm hands. "I haven't eaten an avocado in so long, I forget how to do it..." She held it lengthwise and started to bite on the shell like corn on the cob.
I quickly caught her hand by placing mine on top and she gasped, eyes wide. "Silly Jenny," I murmured, my eyes boaring through hers. I took the avocado gently from her, eyes still locked on her, and began peeling it. I could tell she wanted to watch my hands peeling it so she could learn how to do it, but she couldn't take her eyes away from mine. What was going on, here?
I jammed two fingers into the avocado to de-pit it. My fingers slucked around in there and popped the pit. Her eyes widened and she licked her outer mouth.
"Come on." She said, holding out her hand. I placed the avocado in her hand. "I want to show you my favorite place here."
I grabbed her hand because the avocado was in her other hand now. I let her guide me for a while through the brush and Taurus' blood. We stopped when we reached a tropical paradise, with sandwich trees all around that yes had cheese as an option, and a beautiful meadow with warm water and a run-down looking building with graffiti on the outside but looked like it could be welcoming and soothing on the inside. Dope. I mean, deep.
"This is where I came to think the first time I got kicked off the MLP party boat and became marooned here. I haven't gotten to yet this time because I spent all my time with Taurus, who's now dead. I guess I came here to think about her. She went from protagonist to antagonist so quickly..."
"Forget her," I say, "Her chapters have concluded."
"Okay. Hey, why are we suddenly talking in very specific book metaphors?"
"Who cares? Anyways, this place is amazing. Wow."
"I know. I wish I could swim, but I didn't have time to get my bathing suit before Buttplug Celestia kicked me off the party boat."
"Come to my house and you can borrow one from me."
I led her to my house in the midst of the trees and indoors. She looked around at my stuff in awe. "How long have you been here?" She asked.
"Feels like since the beginning."
"Oh, that's vague."
"You bet." I let her have a shower since she hadn't had one in months. She choose a pink wetsuit and matching pink goggles to wear for swimming and threw one of my pink Gucci jumpsuits on over it. I had on a sexy, red string bikini and the same Gucci jumpsuit but in red. Together we completed a House Bolton look anyone would be proud of.
We went back to her favorite spot and got in the water. She made it in completely at first, me second. We splashed around and had loads of fun. The sun was starting to set but the weather was still warm. Our skin was raisining quite a bit but we stayed just to stand up at knee level and stare at each other.
"I wish this moment could last forever." Jenny said.
I took the initiative and started leaning in toward her face.
Jenny shrieked, and I paused in my tracks. Sighing, I murmured, "Damn, Jenny, you know you can be written as gay, ri-"
"SOMEONE'S COMING TOWARD US!"
I turned to where she was looking as a shadowy figure front-crawled toward us. His silhouette was short and stocky, with a square jaw and short, messy hair. As he got closer, I saw his nipples pointing through his white, wet T-shirt that was stretched over bulging muscles. He had a cute face with nice, brown eyes... Wait, could that be who I thought it was?
"Hi, my name is Josh." Josh Hutcherson said.

Editor's note: Thanks for the feedback, everyone! It's been kind of dead lately and kind of hard to find motivation to write the next chapter. BUT, if you guys leave me a lot of comments I'll feel a lot more motivated and will write the next chapter way more quickly. I also think it'd be fun to take plot suggestions and to add you guys as characters so feel free to comment your requests. As for now, enjoy the love triangle that happened so naturally.