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Isabella's POV

Drew and I are trying to put in the new door. He tells me to hold it up while he puts the hinges on and screws them in. I'm kind of struggling because I know that food is coming soon and that's all I can think about. I wonder what we will have today. I kind of hope that it is pizza but considering what we had before I'm going to assume that whoever is preparing the food doesn't know what pizza is and that it is absolutely better than heaven. It's on a whole new level.

"Hold it straight." Drew says, bringing me back to reality. I could just think about pizza for another hour and I would be so happy.

Drew takes a long time to screw in the door and by the time we are done, my arms are aching. I kind of want to run around and play. Like I know that I am an adult, but we have been working a lot and I just want to go by the stream and splash around.

It's still really hot, and my tank top is completely soaked through with my sweat. I feel disgusting and I want to take a shower.

How would I even take a shower? We are basically living in medieval times before they even had showers.

Wait..... how does Drew take a shower? Does he use the stream? That would be super nasty, especially since we use that stream to drink from. I might as well ask him, I'm really curious.

"Hey drew? How do we take a shower? Do we use the stream?" I ask, already kind of hating myself for asking these questions.

"Huh? Oh yeah! Yes we use the stream. It filters out of the habitat so it won't get contaminated. It is safe to do whatever with. Why?" He says, like I first caught him off guard and then quickly recovers.

" I kind of just wanted to take a shower but I didn't know how or where to go." I say, fiddling with my sweat covered top. "Ummm...." I hate to ask this but I'm going to have to. "Can I borrow one of your shirts?"

He shrugs and goes inside the shack. I just stand there, fiddling with my freaking shirt because I don't know what else to do. I feel awkward, I bet I look awkward, and I know for a fact that I need Jesus right at this moment.

He comes back outside where he hands me one of his huge flannel shirts. It's so big that I know that it will come down to the middle of my thighs.

"Thank you." I say, before I quickly turn and head to the stream.

"Hey, wait up!" I catch drew running towards me. I freeze for a moment, wondering what he is going to do.

"I'll come with and we can head up to get food right after." He says, looking down at me.

Did he just say that he was coming with me...to take a shower... with me??

What do I say? What do I do?

"Uhhmmm... ok." I say, heading towards the stream. This is going to be so weird. I don't want to see his junk. And I definitely don't want him to see mine.

He follows my lead, a step or two behind me, as we head up to the stream. Once we get there, I turn to him.

"You need to turn around." I say, peering up at him. He just stares down at me, not moving.

" why do I need to turn around? It's not like I haven't seen a woman's body before." He says, defiantly. He starts to unbuckle his pants where he stands.

I immediately turn around.

He just laughs at me before I can hear him shedding his jeans and starting to unbutton his sweat covered shirt.

I can already feel my face reddening as he does all of this. An image pops up in my mind, at what he looks like and I try my best to stop myself from turning around.

You know what?! Screw it, I'm just going to undress and I'll get into the water and it will be no big deal and everything will be fine, I think.

Staring at the water, I pull my top over my head and throw it to the side. I feel like I am being stared at. Please don't stare at me. Please don't stare at me, I think.

I move my hands to my jeans and I slowly push them off of me. They bunch together at my ankles, where I begin to step out of them using my foot to untrap the other.

Now I definitely feel like I am being stared at. I throw my jeans to where my tank top is and I start to remove my bra. I really liked this bra because it made my boobs look great and it was pretty and lacy. I then remove my underwear that matched my bra and I walk towards the water. I don't hear any footsteps behind me, so I turn to see Drew gawking at me.

He immediately snaps out of it as he sees that I am in the water and am looking at him.

Everything was off of him except for his boxers that clung to him. He walks towards me and gets in the water himself.

I swim farther down and then go under that way my hair can get all wet. I run my hand over it a few times before I surface again. I rub the water from my eyes and then something clicks.

How am I going to take a shower if there is no soap or shampoo?

"Drew, do you have shampoo or soap that I can use?" I say, looking over to where he is supposed to be and find that he is just floating on the surface.

He stands up and gets out of the water and picks up a clear plastic bottle and then returns back to me. He hands it over and returns to his original position, floating on the water and soaking up the sun.

I inspect the bottle before I dump some of the stuff in my hands. The goo was a faded yellow color. I begin working it through my hair and over my body before I go back under the water to get the suds off.

When I turn around, I find Drew just staring up at me. " I though you said you've seen a women's body before. Stop staring at me. It's weird." I say, making my way out of the water and towards the shirt that he gave me.

"I..I.... Sorry." I hear him say, coming out of the water. I put the shirt on and turned around where I saw him putting on new jeans and a white T-shirt that already had dirt stains on it. I couldn't help but stare at him. He did look good... like REALLY good.

I stare at him some more until he looks up at me and smirks. "You know it's rude to stare." Drew says, tying his boots. Now it was my turn to stutter my apology but before I did I walk past him and head past the lone tree to get my food. I turn and see that he is still standing there staring at me.

"Well, aren't you coming?" I say, my lips slipping into a smile.

He starts walking towards me, as I turn to get my food. Today we had corn on the cob, stuff that looked like spam, and strawberries. Drew gets his tray after me, both of us walking towards the tree that we have claimed as our own.

"Hey Drew! Do you want to play 20 questions?" I say, taking a strawberry and popping into my mouth.

"What's 20 questions?" He says, as my mouth falls open. I forgot that he wasn't as advanced as me, that he didn't know most of the stuff that I knew about the modern world.

"Uh... it's basically where we ask each other questions about each other to get to know them better." I say, finishing the strawberries.

"Yeah sure. I'd like to play." He says, eating corn. Some of the corn squirts on to his cheek as he bites into it.

"Okay, first question. What is your favorite color?" I say, giving him an easy question.

"Cobalt blue." He says, after he thinks about it for a minute. "What is yours?"

"Forest green." I reply. "What is your number one fear?"

He takes a few minutes pondering the question before he responds with the dark. I scoffed as soon as he said it. I had expected him to say the monsters or being tortured, not the dark.

"What?" I say, making sure he said dark.

"I said I am afraid of the dark, okay?"

He says, grudgingly.

"So you are telling me that you are afraid of the dark?" I say, thinking back to how he started to freak out when it was dark. Maybe he has the right to be afraid.

"Yes. My turn. Do you have any siblings and what are their names?" He says, switching the topic.

"Yeah I have my two baby brothers and my older sister. Their names are Cameron, Gabe, and Rose." I say, thinking back to my siblings. They've always irritated me but I loved them anyways. I remember this one time when we were all little, Gabe was just born and Rose didn't want another sibling so she tried to put him in the mailbox to send him away. I was only 10 years old then and she was 12. When the mailman came he was shocked to find Gabe in to my parents. Let's just say, Rose was grounded for a LONG time. "Did you have any siblings?"

"No, I was the only one." He says, with a sullen expression.

" I have another question and I know it might overstep the boundaries but I wanted to know." I say, taking a deep breath. "What did that letter mean by the horrors that you had to face."

He looks at me with shock but I feel like he expected this question to pop up sooner or later. His chest rises and falls a few times before he answers back.

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Isabella's POV

"Oh... My... God." I say, eyes widened in shock. I can't believe he would do that.