Andy

August 29th

I never wanted this to end. His touch, his voice, his words, the feeling he left me with. It was perfect. Everything was perfect. Just us, on an island all to ourselves, just perfect. Then, it wasn't.

"ANDY! ANDY! WAKE UP, ANDY! WAKE UP!" Tom was screaming at me, a loud noise blaring overhead. A helicopter. Winds erupted and I sat up, shielding my face from the flying sands. It was all over, just like that.

*4 days later*

"How are you feeling, need anything?" My bestfriend asked, I was in the hospital for the first 2 days, and now I was with Rosalind in her apartment. She had been babying me since the moment she got to the hospital, she was also a wreck.

"I'm okay, really."

"Are you sure, because I can--"

"You need to go to work, you've already taken off enough days and I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

She rolled her eyes. "That's impossible but okay." She hugged me and ran toward the door, "I'll pick up more peanut butter on my way home, get lots of rest!" She was gone. I was laying on the couch, 3 blankets on top of me and staring out the window. My new view was new york traffic, rain and the loud yelling of locals.

I missed the ocean. I missed the lagoon. I missed Tom. One of the worst parts? I had no way to get a hold of him. After the helicopter took us to the nearest airport, he was taken to england and I was taken here. We were separated immediately at the airport, Tom had special security and everything. My phone was broken and so was his, we couldn't even exchange phone numbers, hardly had any time to talk about what was going to happen with us.

"Don't forget about me." I whispered that in his ear right after we got out of the helicopter and arrived at the airport. "Please."

"Never." He grabbed my hand tightly, his security pulled him away and the officers escorted me the other way.

He was a rich celebrity, he would be able to find me, right? Was he going to forget about me?

Rosalind came home with a big smile on her face. "I have a surprise for you."

I stretched, sitting up on the couch and crossing my legs. "Extra peanut butter?" I laughed.

"Here." Ro handed me a white bag. She had a smile on her face and a sneaky look in her eyes. I opened it, a brand new iphone. "Nice, right? I think it's a newer model than mine."

"Ro. You didn't have to."

She rolled her eyes, "I wanted to. Besides, your phone was an absolute goner. Not to mention, you need to call your parents."

I hadn't thought about them in months, I didn't have a great relationship with them either. Another reason that I wanted to stowaway on the cruiseliner and travel the world. So much for that. "I don't know.."

"Okay, how about you needing a new phone to talk to your new lover boy."

I widended my eyes. "How--"

"Oh, come on! Two people stranded on an island together for 2 months? What else is supposed to happen besides fall in love?" She teased me.

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever. Whatever."

"I'm going to get started on dinner, I'm making spaghetti."

I looked down at the box, feeling uneasy. Back to the real world. I opened it, activated it and everything. I downloaded all the social medias I used and logged in, I guess word got around to what happened because I had hundreds of messages on my instagram from the last few days, all from people that I used to go to high school with and from people I didn't know. My instagram and twitter were flooded with thousands and thousands, all asking about Tom. He was famous, it was no wonder that they just wanted my story because he was apart of it.

I had to private all my socials, the notifications were too much to deal with. "I had to private mine too, they found mine because of the pictures you tagged me in." Ro called from the kitchen. "So unrespectful, what kind of person just demands information about your personal life, especially a stranger? Ugh."

"Yeah.." I sighed. I searched up Tom on instagram, which to no surprise he was trending everywhere. People thought he was dead, but now that he was found it was an absolute storm on the internet. He hadn't posted anything but he had something on his story. I viewed it.

Hi. I am okay. Recovering in the hospital and heading home soon. Please respect my privacy at this time. With love, Tom.

I opened a few messages, mainly the ones from news outlets and magazines asking for an interview. I didn't want to tell my story. I just wanted to be with Tom. I had an anxiety like no other being away from him, of course it was amazing being home again and back in civilization but I missed him so much. I wanted to follow him on instagram but I closed the app instead and turned off the phone. "I'm going to take a bath." I told Ro.