Becca's P.O.V

I open my eyes. I sigh. We are still stuck on this goddamn island. For the first few days, I couldn't believe it was happening, so I was joking around.

I tried to convince myself that people were coming to find us. So I tried to focus on staying alive. My mom and dad gave me permission to go on trip, after all. I tried so many ways to forget about what's really going on. We have been here for almost two weeks.

I know I am acting so unaware, but who knew time went by so fast, soon the term will end, so will my junior year and then my senior year and then people will eventually give up. Then one day in the future, people will find our bones and put them in a museum! My life was wrecked, because of this stupid trip! I was doomed to stay here on this island, safe and healthy while others worried about me. What right did we have to have fun? Wait did I just say that out loud?

"Calm down, babe. We are not gonna be piles of bones, we'll be already decomposed by the time people find us. " I heard a sleepy voice, confirming my fears. His arm tightens around me. I roll away and face him.

"Well, sorry for being aware of what's going on right now!" I snapped, a hurt expression replaces the sleepy expression on his face. He sighs.

I wrap my arms around his neck and sigh, as well.

"I am sorry, I am just so scared." I said, taking his hand in mine, squeezing it.

He pulls back into his arms and says " Babe, I know you are, I am too. But I think we are here for a reason. Maybe it was our fate or shit."

I would have swooned at his words, but I cringed as he said shit. " I love it when you say things like that, but . . . you always seem to ruin it." I muttered, under my breath. He smirks. Great, he heard me!

"I knew that deep down in your antisocial, gorgeous heart that you like me talking." He declared. I rolled my eyes.

"You wish." I reply, wishing that I had a better, wittier response.

I sit up. He sits up. I don't know why, but it annoys me. I lay back down. He lays back down. I pretend to sit up and he falls for it!

"Yes!" I said, laughing. He leans in closer and kisses me. I could get used to this. Wait! Wake UP! Noah is a player, he's no good.

I stiffen. "Look, I know you think that I'm a player and whatever, but how many girls have you heard saying they slept with me?" he says, suddenly.

"Jessica Brown, Jennifer smith, Madison Jones, The list goes on." I replied.

"I only slept with my girlfriend, who was Madison Jones. Also Zoey Williams, Lucy Miller and Hannah Lopez. Others, never." He said, casually as if he was asked this many times.

"Um, I didn't ask." I said, raising my eyebrow. He grins widely.

"I just wanted you to know." He answers.

I roll my eyes. He writes down something down onto his notebook. My eyes nearly pop out. Noah Jackson is using a pencil and he is writing!

"Hey, what are you writing?" I demanded, making a grab for the paper.

"Babe, don't overreact. I am recording how many times you roll your eyes a day." He teases. I grab the notebook.

I gasped.

"Do I roll my eyes that much?" I wail, I knew I had a habit of rolling my eyes, but this was IMPOSSIBLE. He laughs.

"No, that's how much we argue." He says.

"No way." I protest.

"Yes way." He replies, adding a another tally mark.

"Hey! What are you doing? We are not arguing right, now!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, we are. Now you just started another one." He explained, adding another tally mark.

"Is this your way of saying, Let's not fight, baby?" I implied, crossing my arms around my chest.

"First of all, yes. Second, I always say babe." He informs me, kissing me on my nose.

"Whatever." I sigh.

"Hey, I thought after yesterday, you'd jump into my arms and we wouldn't argue so much." He points out.

"It's just. . . I never had a relationship, before." I confessed, shyly. He holds my hand and pulls me closer to him.

"Neither do I." He replies.

"You did!" I exclaimed.

"Not with girl that I feel the way, I do when you're around." He said, his eyes shining with hope.

How could I say no to that lovely face? We stay like that all night, wrapped around each other, talking in whispers.