Kidnapped Two

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Harry's screams seemed to drill through my head, and I couldn't fall back asleep. After Jean and Quad came in to ask what was going on- they are just so considerate- I closed my head and tried to drift off, but it just wouldn't work. I just listened to Liam's breathing.

Once the sun was up, I got up, brushed my hair, and tried to clean up my look. Harry looked so scared, Kayla looked really tired, Liam looked concerned, and I was really tired as well.

"You okay?" Liam asked me.

"Ya," I said. "That was just freaky."

He nodded, grabbed my hand, and we followed everyone downsairs to get some breakfast.

I grabbed a lot of food. Hey, we were stranded on a island, cut us some slack. Seriously. I filled my plate- well, actually two plates- full of waffles, a blueberry muffin, bacon, and some banana bread, as well as some orange juice. I sat down next to Liam and saw that he had less than me, which was kinda embarrasing.

Kayla sat next to me while Harry was still in the line, taking a long time. He looked lost in thought.

Kayla sighed loudly and picked at a pinapple piece. "This is annoying me."

"Did something happen??" I asked, looking at her.

"Well duh, he kind of had a freaking spaz attack in the middle of the night," She said, staring at me.

I smiled. "No, not thattttt. Something before, at the island? He seemed different."

"Oh....well ya we kissed," She said casually, flicking her hair.

I took a deep breath. "Oh. HOWWW COULD YOU NOT MENTION THAT BEFOREEE??"

"It's nottt that big of a deal," She said. "I mean, we've done better than that." She smiled at the thought.

"You're so dirty minded."

"Yep."

Harry walked over and sat next to Kayla. Jean and Quad were at a different table, flipping through the newspaper and drinking coffee.

"Grrrr."

I turned around to see Dester wobbling towards Jean and staring at Kayla horribly again.

"Someone's a pouty face," Kayla said, pouting, and I smiled.

Dester glared again. " I'll killll youuuu. You know, you never even said sorry."

'It wasn't my faultttt," Kayla mumbled.

Dester made a strangling position with his hands.

"Dester, come on, just drop it," Jean said, calling him over like a horse.

"Yep, follow your master," Kayla said. We all nodded.

He walked away, his face red.

We ate food for a while before Jean suddenly got up out of his seat and quickly shuffled over to us.

"Uh, guys, we gotta situation," He said, slapping the newspaper on the table.

I read the headline- Destroyed submarine found near coast

There was a picutre of the shriveled up submarine at the surface.

"Hahahahahhaa," I said, and Jean stared at me.

"We have to get outa here," He said.

"Whhyyyyy I like it here," I whined. "It's so niceeee."

"Sucks to suck," Jean replied.