§∞!!!!!BOATING!!!!!∞§

Well my peoples! I had another adventure! On the 25th I went boating with some friends. Here are the best pictures:)

This is Laura:) She is a cutie! This is right before we left the Steeds house.

This is Natasha, or Smousy to almost every other person! She was glaring at seth... haha what a surprise that is!

This is Evan, he is a cute little thing. Hyper too.

Seth, being a complete idiot as always...

This is David, Bob, and us on the boat.

Seth doing who-knows-what, and Taylor.

Laura the cutie:)

David and his made up sport of 'No-Boarding'. Its actually pretty cool:)

David surfing.

Smouse and Laura

A cute pic of the boys:)

Krista my babe-a-licious!

CUTIES!

TUBE WARS!

Seth and David tubing.

Tube wars again but Evan was trying desperately not to fall off!

The ride home with just the girls:)

Chapter 5:)

“Hello Bowen.” I said, quite startled.
“Hi.” He breathed.
I waited for him to say more, but it became apparent that he wasn’t. I looked quickly to Bridgett and back to Bowen.
“So… is there something I can help you with Bowen?” I asked.
He was fidgeting like a hyper child. “I was just wondering if I could ask you a question.” He said it in a rush.
“Okay, shoot.” I smiled.
“Umm… maybe, alone?” He glanced at Bridgett and then looked down.
I glanced pointedly at Bridgett and she sighed and pushed past Bowen with a quick ‘See ya’.
“What can I do for you Bowen?” I asked again.
“Can I ask you a personal question?” He was still looking down.
I was really wishing this wasn’t about Eric but my gut feeling said it was.
“Sure.” I sighed.
“Are you and Eric a… thing now?” he was talking very fast, and I was trying to hide a smile. This brought me some sort of satisfaction, knowing this bothered him.
“I don’t know what you mean.” I said, a little bit too innocently.
“Oh come on Brook, don’t play games with me.” His temper was always on the short side. “You went out today with Eric and I want to know if this means that your boy friend and girl friend.” His face was flushed and he was still looking down.
“Bowen,” I waited for him to look up, “Nothing can be determined till were off this island.” I said seriously. “It was just some innocent fun, we just talked and I still have no idea what he thinks of me. So I cant really speak of what ‘we’ are until I know what he feels. As for me… I don’t know what I feel… not yet.”
He was silent for a moment and then he heaved a sigh.
“Sorry for the questions. I just was going crazy with worry. We still don’t know these people very well and I have no idea what could have happened if he…” his voice trailed off.
“What?” I whispered.
“Did something to you,” He whispered back.
I was speechless. My mind was running wild with questions of my own. Why did he care so much? Why does he worry about me? Who does he think Eric is? Why would he think that Eric would do something like that?
Before I knew what I was doing I asked him one of those questions.
“Why do you care so much about what I do, Bowen?” I asked.
“I… I… don’t know,” he said mutedly.
“That’s not an acceptable answer. I was completely honest with you, now you have to be completely honest with me.” I said severely.
He looked me strait in the eye and faltered a bit.
“Because I care about you Brooklyn. I care about you as much – if not more – as Eric does.” He made a face to the name. “And I was a bit jealous when he walked away with you today.” He added rapidly.
I couldn’t really say that I was blown away by his confession, but I would qualify as shocked. I had always liked Bowen, always. We had known each other almost my whole life. But he had never shown any interest in me, ever. I had always wanted him to one day come up and ask me out, or something of that nature. But why would right now be the best time to tell me this? Why does it take a plane crash and some one else showing interest in me to tell me that he cared for me? Was that the only reason? Because we were stuck here?
“Oh.” Was all I could think to say.
We were silent then and I was staring at the floor. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I could feel his eyes on me though. A minute passed, the awkwardness increasing every second, and he trudged out of my tent. Damn, I’ll be regretting that later. But as for now, I had Bridgett to worry about. She came running in before thirty seconds had passed and I could tell by the light of her eyes, they were extremely curious. There was only one thing I would have wanted if I were back home. Chocolate, I want some chocolate….

My Latest Excitement

So here is my latest excitement: The Twilight book 4, Breaking Dawn. 

I cannot wait for it to come out! Its definitely my favorite set of books. Sure its not a good book for substance, such as Jane Austen or Stephen King, but its bubble gum for the brain and its entertaining for me. 

As much as I hate/love to admit this, I have read the books more than 20 times a piece (product of not having a life during previous summers). But its true what they say, every time you reread a book you get something new from it. And I would like to say, with a dignified head held high, that anyone could ask me anything about those books and I could answer it:). I actually read the other book Stephanie Meyer wrote, The Host, and liked it almost as much as the Twilight Series.

But there is a down side to all this fiction and fantasy; It takes a lot of energy to read. I don't think that I have taken more than 2 days to read one of those books. But this means neglecting my housework and homework.... I think that my family suffers every time a new book from her comes out because I don't do a stitch of laundry when I read;) (snicker snicker). I secretly think my mother is dreading August 1st from 12 a.m. to the 2nd, because I will be locking myself in my room and reading Breaking Dawn and not coming out!! Everyone be warned!!!

Well till next time:) 

Andie

Last Minute Thoughts:

1. Reading is so much more productive than just sitting around watching TV.

2. Make sure that your dentist levels out your crown so that you don't talk with a lisp... (arg! Stupid dentist!)

3. Never peg someone down as unchangeable, your just damning them to that standard, it helps no one. 

Hello!!!! I'm back from beyond! Or just writing;-)

Well aren't you lucky! I am finally just writing about my life! Well no I am not done writing my book just yet. But knowing how close school is coming and my increasingly busy schedule, I probably will just get less and less of it done. I'm sorry, for those few who read it, and thanks for even taking the time to do so. I am working on chapter 5 right now, but there are still a few kinks I need to work out. 

But back to what I was originally writing about. 

Time.

Time seems to be slipping away for me. Its still so strange being in the summer right now, and now it is half way over. Then after the summer I will be starting my High School life at Bountiful High!! Go BRAVES!!! But until then I am trying to get as much fun as I can in my life. Heaven knows that I will be plastered down with homework when I start school and then I will have no time what so ever! I'm not so keen on that part, but I don't know what else to do. I'm taking harder classes and I'm just hoping that I'll have easy teachers that help me learn as much as I can. 

As always, I'm so glad to be with you and hoping to be writing more often if TIME permits it:)

Last Minute Thoughts:

1. Life just keeps on going by faster and faster, get as much fun in as you can.

2. Without friends I don't think I would live.

3. Dentist appointments suck :(. And so does getting a crown..... (dread).

Chapter 4

“What were you doing with Eric?” Bridgett asked me for the twentieth time since I got back.
“For the last time, we were just talking! We didn’t do anything. Just talked.” I was fed up with this inquisition. I hadn’t even been alone two seconds in my tent before Bridgett came to solicit information.
When Eric and I cleared the tree line to the beach back to camp, it felt like there was a spotlight on us. Everyone seemed to turn and watch us walk to our different tents. We exchanged goodbyes quietly to each other and left with a quick handshake.
“Okay then, what did you… talk about.” She was enjoying this.
“Just our families, what we did for a living, you know, the basics. It was interesting.”
“Sure… interesting…” She was so annoying at times. “So… do you like him?” her voice burned with curiosity.
I didn’t answer. I knew that I was playing a little with her, but it was my turn to hassle her a bit.
“Is that a no?” She asked again.
I still didn’t answer.
“Oh come on Brooklyn! Please tell me!” she wailed.
“Okay, okay. Sure I like him. He is a cool guy.” I confessed.
“No, I mean, really like him.”
“I don’t know yet.” I answered quietly. He was a bit older than me. But that shouldn’t be a problem. We were stuck on a freaking island for heavens sake. What did it matter that he was a couple years older than me. Okay, a couple was a lie. He was ten years older than me. He was 34.
“You know he is 34 right?” Bridgett asked mirroring my thoughts.
“Yeah…” I said, grimacing. “But does that really matter?”
“Umm…” She hesitated making a face that was contemplating around trying to lie to me or telling me the honest truth. I was wishing that she would lie. “I think it does. You need to have something in common. And age is something that really matters when it comes to maturity in a relationship.” She said rapidly.
“Wait. Are you saying that I am not the one that is mature enough? Because I am the younger one?” I was stunned, speechless.
“Well…” She looked down sheepishly.
“Are you really implying that I am not established enough to have a constant relationship with an older man?” My temper was growing heated every second I looked at her.
She could tell and got defensive. “Now wait. I’m just saying that he may have had a lot of other relationships in the past and you haven’t really gotten serious in your whole life. I don’t know if you know how to do this at all. And knowing how good-looking he is…” she trailed off.
I had to admit she had a point. I really hadn’t had the experience that he had. I hated it when Bridgett was right.
“So where does that put me?” I asked.
“Well it seems that you have a three choices. You can tell him that you can’t have a relationship right now, that you aren’t ready. You can ask him about his previous relationships and try and decipher what you can from that. Or you can be completely honest with him and tell him your problem strait up. You were always good at being honest.” She smiled.
I had to smile back. She knew exactly what to say to me when I needed it. I wanted to tell him. Like she said, I had always been good at being truthful. I was raised that way.
“I guess I have made my decision then.” I sighed.
And there it was; what I needed to do. Tell him the honest truth.

“Knock, knock,” A quiet voice said from behind the curtain door of my tent. A hand moved it to the side and I was surprised to see Bowen stick his head in.

Chapter 3

As a group we decided to make a counsel. The most influential – lets face it, the most important and intimidating really – were in it. This counsel consisted of Austin, Dean, Bowen, Alex, Taylor, Dayne, Bridgett, Stan, Eric, Travis, and myself. We met every day at about noon – we called it that even though time had ceased to mean anything, it was just when the sun was strait up in the sky.
It was set in a small but shaded part of the island only about a half a mile from the main camp. The canopy was great a veil from the hot sun and it cast a light through the leaves that made our little clearing look divine. Green was our main light, since the sun never got directly to us on the ground.
We discussed what supplies were needed and what we had. Who was working and who was not, who was making trouble and who was helping plenty and needed a break. We also decided jobs that were to be done and who was to do it. The woman got the fruit and prepared it, while the men did the exploring, building, and hunting for the animals that had not appeared yet.
I had begun to admire some of the members of this counsel. They were strong in character and were honest and had integrity. Dayne – whom I had known almost my whole life, and had really risen to the challenge in his calling here - was chosen to make sure that all the tents and structures were safe and livable. His partner was Dean of course. Dayne and Dean really hit it off – even though Dayne was 20 years younger than Dean. I had overheard them joking like brothers and just enjoying each other’s company.
I was happy to see him getting along with others. I was overjoyed that we were getting along with everyone.
During a meeting one day, while Travis was talking about the fresh water spring he found up by a waterfall, I glanced up to see Eric staring at me. Once I had caught him, his cheeks flushed and looked away, suddenly finding an interest in his worn down shoelaces. I wondered what he was thinking. Why did he always stare at me, why in the curious way with his head slightly tilted and eyebrows pulled together? I had no answer to these questions but soon enough the answer became apparent to me.
After that certain meeting Eric came up to me, while I was standing by the water -spout. It captured rain from the canopy top. Timid and shy as he was, still striking of course, he was cute in an endearing kind of way.
“Hello,” I greeted him with a smile.
“Hi,” He breathed.
“I am happy that there weren’t any complaints about disturbances today,” I scrambled to start small talk. I hated an awkward conversation.
“So am I,” he smiled, “it seems like a good thing considering our… situation.” He laughed and so did I. An awkward forced laugh on my part.
“I was wondering if you would join me for a talk,” he said looking down at his coconut fashioned cup.
“Sure,” I smiled struggling to keep the dialogue light. “Is there a certain purpose for this talk?”
“I just want to get to know you better.” It sounded more like a question than a reason.
Oh. So he has a crush on me. Like I really didn’t know. I wished vainly that wasn’t the case, but I was determined not to make any rivals on this island.
“That sounds like a very nice offer,” I allowed. I couldn’t turn him down and then continue to face him everyday. I already felt guilty for thinking such rotten things.
“Could we go right now? I heard that you had enough food for the group for about five days, so they shouldn’t miss you at your ‘food gathering party’.” He smiled again and I began to see the charming side of this curious mysterious man.
“Yes, I think that would be okay,” again I smiled. I felt like I couldn’t stop smiling. He was a comfortable person to be around. I hadn’t really felt awkward this whole time.
His hand touched my lower back as he escorted me away from the spout. I really had no idea where this talk would be happening but I had told myself to ‘go with the flow’ since I was doing this at all. He led me from the waterspout and away from any lingering eyes. Which included Bridgett and a very taken aback Bowen – I wondered why that was.
We walked for a long time; I think the length of the island really. But it was a nice walk. Neither of us talked, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, as I would have thought. Finally we came to the tree line, breaking through. It was a small part of the island I had never seen before. The sand was whiter here than on any other part of the landmass, and the water seemed to be still, a lagoon I soon realized. It was crescent shaped, the shore, and there were strange black and white striped rocks lining the sides. I guessed they were granite the way they shined.
“Wow,” I said breathless, this place was really spectacular.
“You like it?” I looked at him and our eyes met. He quickly looked away. He didn’t give me a chance to answer. “I found it when we were supposedly hunting. I tried to tell the guys that we would cover more ground if we split up. I have to say, I really wasn’t hunting, I just wanted to be alone, but they liked the idea enough. So we went off in different directions and I stumbled on this place.”
“I love it,” I said. “I have always liked the sea, even when I was younger. I constantly took the chance to swim on vacations. I think it’s just so expansive and I love it. I hate being closed in. I think that is why I have been feeling annoyed on this island.” I chuckled, laughing at my own personality traits. He joined in.
We walked closer to the shoreline and Eric turned away towards one of the white and black striped boulders. I stopped and looked curiously at what he was doing. He reached behind and pulled out a blanket. Smiling a bit, I waited for him to set it out in front of me before I sat down. Then I sat down as gracefully as I could.
“So have you always been a flight attendant?” I asked, trying to break the silence.
“Not exactly, I was switching jobs in and out trying to find out what I really enjoyed doing for a while before I started. I was taking a trip to my parents for Thanksgiving up in Maine and one of my friends from high school was the flight attendant on the plane. I caught up with him and he told me about his job and I was surprised to hear that I liked the description.” He grinned at me, finishing his story and I smirked back at him.
“That’s… cool,” I said awkwardly. I did like his story but I couldn’t think of any other word besides ‘cool’. How lame I thought. “I mean it’s a really nice story,” I tried to amend quickly.
He was smiling more broadly, showing all of his teeth in the front. He must think I’m a freak. I looked down and fiddled with my hands.
“I think so too,” He was smiling, I could hear. “So…” he was searching for a topic and I could feel the awkwardness come back, “what do you do for a living?”
“I am actually a student down at UCLA. My friends and I thought it would be a nice trip to go to the Bahamas for spring break. Ha.” I scoffed at the irony of spending time on an island with my closest friends. I never knew it would become living with them on the island.
“That’s why you knew half of the people so well.” He mused.
“Yes. Austin, Bowen, Taylor, Bridgett, Bailey, Travis, Logan, and Dayne. They are my best friends in the world.” I answered him, even though it wasn’t a question.
“That must be nice, knowing the people your stranded with.”
“Kind of.” I smiled, “I know all of their flaws and sometimes they can drive me crazy.” He laughed and so did I.
The rest of the ‘date’ - I didn't know any other way of putting it - went smoothly. We talked about his family and mine; he was an only child, while I was oldest of six. We started telling stories about our families and their weird obsessions and quirks. I surprised him with how much I had to do when I was younger, cooking, cleaning, babysitting, etc. etc. But it was just how I was raised I assured him.
“That is probably why I haven’t gotten married yet.” I laughed. “I don’t want to have kids just yet. But it also poses a problem because my whole family got married young. Me being 24 and not hitched means that I’m either a. unattractive or b. lesbian according to my family.”
“That’s absurd!” he laughed. “You are definitely not unattractive, not by a long shot.”
I blushed and looked down.
The sun was setting on the horizon and we had to get back to camp. The others would be worried if we didn’t show up soon. We both started to get up and fold the blanket. 

The way back to camp was a quiet walk as well.

Update:)

Hello my people. I'm apologizing, to those very few people who do read my blog, for not updating my book faster. I have been terribly busy and have had a rather annoying bout of writers block. Again Im sorry and I will try my hardest to get this book rollin! 

Thanks:)

Andie

Chapter 2

I woke up to a sense of Déjà vu. I knew where I was, I knew how I got there but it all seemed the same as before, some other place. As how all Déjà vu cases end, I had no idea where the memory came from. But I knew that it was from a place that was three miles wide and surrounded by salt water.
I was somehow annoyed to say the least. It was annoying to wake up the in the same position, on the same sand, with the same crick in my neck. We had been on the island for 20 days and no one had come to rescue us. My leg had completely healed with only an ugly yellowish color left. I was counting the minutes. The fruit that we had was getting old to my taste buds, and no one had been able to catch anything with meat on its bones. Not even the fish that swam freely in the streams and sea.
I had met and made friends with everyone I didn’t know personally. There were 22 of us in all. 13 men and 9 women. The men were all fairly alluring – which by my experience I had never thought that the chances of them being attractive and all on the same plane would ever happen. We made very much contact and I had learned a lot about them. Like how Dean was our very talented architect who built our sturdy shelter. How Sam and his wife Victoria met in a bar in Wisconsin, how he gave her the cheesiest line that was ever said, but she took a chance and married him after three months of meeting. Matthew was a sweet and aspiring doctor specializing in neurology. Alex was the daughter of the most important cattle rancher west of the Mississippi, and wished to follow after him.
Collin was taken care of by his father who was chief of medicine back in Alabama, and never did a lick of work. Stephen was a funny tech student in Harvard, and always made the crowd laugh – he was one of the reasons I hadn’t went insane by that point. Adrianna was a European model in the high fashion business, very beautiful and a thick accent. She moved to L.A. to find better and faster work. Cameron was soft spoken and fragile. Everything about her was delicate; her hair, face, body, eyes. Jennifer was the youngest in our group. 17 and traveling to see her father who had open-heart surgery. She had a hard time getting her mind off feeling guilty for missing it. Lily was a very polite psychologist around the age of 40. But some times when I would walk past her, I felt like she was analyzing me.
The pilot of our plane was a man by the name of Stan Holmes. He was an older attractive man who decided to go into flying to follow in his father’s footsteps and carry the legacy. The attendant was also a man, Eric Stall. He was quiet but striking. Tall, 6’3 with curly blonde hair. He had an interesting scar on his arm, which he told me happened when he was sixteen and his cousin wanted to play with his father’s chainsaw and it accidentally fell on his arm.
“Eighteen stitches up the arm,” he told me, “and in return I only gave my cousin five.” He laughed and I couldn’t help but join in.
These people helped me with keeping my cool. They were fun people to hang around along with my friends that I had already known. Even though I hoped to get off this hellish island, I would only wish to keep in contact with these people I had met.