Surviving with you.

Chapter 9.

// why is aliyah so fineeeee heart eyes af ///

I have become so much better since George arrived. I feel like since his arrival is some kind of intimation that we have hope.

George is the kind of person you would define as enthusiastic and full of curiousity. He has a special kind of vocabulary, especially when he talks of his love for Aliyah. His cheeks turn a deep crimson as he speaks of even the smallest detail of her and it lightens my day. He is just so different from anyone I have met, including Alex, therefor I will see him as my joyful signal that i'm going to get off this island safely with both Alex and George.

I dream now of going back to New York with Alex and fufilling my duties at NYU while he goes to Brown University and George will go home to Texas and be reunited with his family and Aliyah. No more nightmares now, it's as if they have floated into mid-air and left the good behind.

We are all now seated around a fire that Alex started talking about our childhood's, former lovers, and times we have rebelled.

"As a kid I was always in something, always being so analytical about everything. My friend's nicknamed me Curious George in 7th grade because I would always ask the most questions in class even if it wasn't about the subject at hand." He chuckled.

"Remi, you know this, but I was the kid the always rebelled againist the rules. I never really cared what anyone thought about what I did, even my parents. I would always say or do anything just to look cool. Then came the girl phase, I did whoever I wanted. It was fun, and I never really realized how much the lifestyle i was living was precious until I landed here. I miss it." Alex smiled weakley.

"I was always the little kid who questioned everything. I always challenged the things that everyone automatically accepted. I never understood why humans have intellect and the ability to analyze and people just throw it away. I became to over-analyzed and over-opinionated and then people bullied me for it. I was a queer, in easier words, so Alex understands," Alex winks at me in sarcastic appreciation and I chuckle, "but as soon as I accepted the odds that everyone is bullied for something irrelevant, I continued to ask questions. I read the dictionary to learn larger words because there were so much meaning behind them that I wanted to understand. I was that one kid that wasn't happy with my grades unless they were all A's. People used me as their partner for projects to get a good grade, but I didn't mind. Alex was the slacker who had the nice biceps, he pretty much brushed me off until he used me for an assignment. He saw me for more than just the smart kid who read the dictionary and didn't care of anyones opinion but as a potential friend and the more we got to know each other, the more we understood each other, the easier we became best friends. Did I mention I was also a band geek? Yeah! I played clarinet, I loved it. I made some close friends Faye, Michelle, Melissa, and Ivy.... Wow, i'm talking to much. Sorry. As my senior year came around, I was happy and content with my life. Now, I think i'm slowly slipping to insanity, but you guys are making it 10 times easier to be crazy. Thank you."

They both smiled but George came in for the hug. Alex shot up as well and we all just ended up in a huge group hug. For a second, they sand and water slipped away and I felt as though everything was normal, that we were at home, simply saying goodbye or hello.

That night, after George went to bed, Alex and I went to look at the gloomy waves. I loved the pattern, the way that each wave had a different shape and the beautiful color they had shown off from the moons reflection. Sometime this beach isn't so bad after all.

"Do you ever wonder, if we get off this island, if our home life's are ever going to be the same?" Alex asks.

"Most likely not. People will thing were scared but we just experienced new things. New things that you cant experience in New York City." I reply.

"I miss New York." Alex mourns.

"I miss my parents, even my pesky little brother. I miss the constant beeping outside the little window I have in our condo. I miss going to the Gershwin Theatre every year to see Wicked and what actress is playing Elphaba that month," I chuckle at the fact they change her actress so much, "I miss Michelle, Melissa, Faye, and Ivy and the rest of the band. I miss my clarinet. I miss the smell of my sheets when they come out of the dryer. I miss going to the Hershey's store when I get my allowance and buying as much chocolate as I want. I even miss the rude New Yorkers that never say excuse me. I miss it all." Small tears break their way on my face. They run, almost racing each other down opposite cheeks.

Before they hit the finish line, Alex grips my face and removes them with the tip of his thumb. I lift my small hands to do the same to his competing tears and our foreheads lean together. Alex lifts his to give me a tender kiss to the forehead.

"We're going to stay strong together." I smile in his arms and drift easily into euphoria.

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960 WORDSSSS. i out did myself.

band & big words are life.

my friend got knee surgery, he's doing good.

i'm just one awk happy basket.

k bye.