Part 27: The Cold Night
Taylor stared up into the night sky. The stars flickered in the great distance, and for a brief second, she thought she saw a shooting star. She gently closed her eyes and proceeded to make her wish. It wasn’t too hard to guess what her wish was for.
Mandy slowly came back and sat down next to her best friend. She was wrapped up in a Sponge Bob Squarepants beach towel. Taylor looked at her friend and raised an eyebrow at the sight of it. “Where did you find that gaudy thing?” she asked.
“In the jungle, with a half ripped around beach bag,” Mandy said, throwing down the other stuff, “I managed to find us some sun tan lotion too.”
“Oh, thank God, “Taylor said, picking it up.
“Plus, I got us some coconuts and one bottle of water. I am starving.” Mandy said, handing the other half of the coconut to her friend.
“I thought these things were in green husks. How did you rip it out?” Taylor said, munching on the fruit.
“I didn’t. McKay did.”
“OH, my God, you talked to him?” Taylor said, disgusted.
“So what if I did? He isn’t that bad of a guy you know.” Mandy said, smirking, “Maybe you and him should hook up?”
“Oh, please, like I would even want to. He’s like, what, forty?”
“Thirty three.” Mandy giggled.
Taylor paused in her eating and stared wild eyed at her friend. “No, “ she gasped, “Tell me you didn’t ask him!”
“Why not? We’re stuck on this island with these people, so we might as well get to know them.”
“Skunked by my best friend,” Taylor said, sipping the water, “How can this maroonment get any worse?”
“First off, I am still your best friend regardless,” Mandy shifted over to face her, “Second off, you have broken up with Ryan for four months now. The rebound period is over. You need someone else in your life, Taylor. And last but not least, maroonment is not a word.”
“Thank you, “ Taylor said, in a way to get her to shut up.
The friends continued to eat their coconut and share their bottle of water in silence. Their fire, that McKay made for them, flickered slightly in the wind. A chill went down Mandy’s spine as she tightened the beach down around her. Taylor brushed her blonde hair from her eyes. She was briefly lost in thought for a second. Mandy could see the smile on her face, a rarity these days. “What are you thinking about?” she asked her friend.
“Do you remember that guy on the plane?” asked Taylor.
“Which one?”
“The one who helped me when I dropped my bag. The one with the ice blue eyes.”
“Oh, yeah, the cutie. He was something else. It’s a shame you didn’t get a chance to get his phone number.”
“Yeah, but his bitch sister got in my way. Forced him to help her with her bags.”
“Sister? I thought she was his girlfriend?” Mandy said, confused.
“No, she was his sister. He told me just before disappearing.” Taylor took another sip of the water and handed it off to Mandy, “It’s a shame he didn’t make it. I could spend my days seducing him.”
“Well, we don’t know if he didn’t make it. He was in the middle section and we still don’t know where that is.” Mandy sipped the water.
“I was embarrassed to tell him we were sitting in coach. I told him we were in first class.”
“Why did you do that?” Mandy asked, both shocked and amused.
“I don’t know, Mandy. It just . . .happened. I can’t explain it. First impressions are everything, you know?”
“That’s for sure.”
Then an older man came up to the young girls. He was wearing a torn black shirt, and brown slacks with hiking boots. His grey hair did suggest he was up in age but his build meant he kept in shape. “Evening, Ladies.” The old man said, “Mind if I share your fire?”
“Sure, “ Mandy said.
“Thanks,” he said, warming up his hands, “Sure gets cold around here at night.”
“Seems too.” Taylor whispered.
“Well, my name is Cecil Whitaker. What’s your names?”
“I am Mandy Burke and this is my friend Taylor Lowe.” Mandy said for them.
Taylor waved to him and Cecil bowed his head. He slowly got out of the squatting position and sat down crossed legged. “So,” he sighed, “What are two lovely ladies like yourselves doing on the beach without a man by your side?”
Taylor and Mandy looked at themselves, after hearing such a strange and obvious response.
Mandy slowly came back and sat down next to her best friend. She was wrapped up in a Sponge Bob Squarepants beach towel. Taylor looked at her friend and raised an eyebrow at the sight of it. “Where did you find that gaudy thing?” she asked.
“In the jungle, with a half ripped around beach bag,” Mandy said, throwing down the other stuff, “I managed to find us some sun tan lotion too.”
“Oh, thank God, “Taylor said, picking it up.
“Plus, I got us some coconuts and one bottle of water. I am starving.” Mandy said, handing the other half of the coconut to her friend.
“I thought these things were in green husks. How did you rip it out?” Taylor said, munching on the fruit.
“I didn’t. McKay did.”
“OH, my God, you talked to him?” Taylor said, disgusted.
“So what if I did? He isn’t that bad of a guy you know.” Mandy said, smirking, “Maybe you and him should hook up?”
“Oh, please, like I would even want to. He’s like, what, forty?”
“Thirty three.” Mandy giggled.
Taylor paused in her eating and stared wild eyed at her friend. “No, “ she gasped, “Tell me you didn’t ask him!”
“Why not? We’re stuck on this island with these people, so we might as well get to know them.”
“Skunked by my best friend,” Taylor said, sipping the water, “How can this maroonment get any worse?”
“First off, I am still your best friend regardless,” Mandy shifted over to face her, “Second off, you have broken up with Ryan for four months now. The rebound period is over. You need someone else in your life, Taylor. And last but not least, maroonment is not a word.”
“Thank you, “ Taylor said, in a way to get her to shut up.
The friends continued to eat their coconut and share their bottle of water in silence. Their fire, that McKay made for them, flickered slightly in the wind. A chill went down Mandy’s spine as she tightened the beach down around her. Taylor brushed her blonde hair from her eyes. She was briefly lost in thought for a second. Mandy could see the smile on her face, a rarity these days. “What are you thinking about?” she asked her friend.
“Do you remember that guy on the plane?” asked Taylor.
“Which one?”
“The one who helped me when I dropped my bag. The one with the ice blue eyes.”
“Oh, yeah, the cutie. He was something else. It’s a shame you didn’t get a chance to get his phone number.”
“Yeah, but his bitch sister got in my way. Forced him to help her with her bags.”
“Sister? I thought she was his girlfriend?” Mandy said, confused.
“No, she was his sister. He told me just before disappearing.” Taylor took another sip of the water and handed it off to Mandy, “It’s a shame he didn’t make it. I could spend my days seducing him.”
“Well, we don’t know if he didn’t make it. He was in the middle section and we still don’t know where that is.” Mandy sipped the water.
“I was embarrassed to tell him we were sitting in coach. I told him we were in first class.”
“Why did you do that?” Mandy asked, both shocked and amused.
“I don’t know, Mandy. It just . . .happened. I can’t explain it. First impressions are everything, you know?”
“That’s for sure.”
Then an older man came up to the young girls. He was wearing a torn black shirt, and brown slacks with hiking boots. His grey hair did suggest he was up in age but his build meant he kept in shape. “Evening, Ladies.” The old man said, “Mind if I share your fire?”
“Sure, “ Mandy said.
“Thanks,” he said, warming up his hands, “Sure gets cold around here at night.”
“Seems too.” Taylor whispered.
“Well, my name is Cecil Whitaker. What’s your names?”
“I am Mandy Burke and this is my friend Taylor Lowe.” Mandy said for them.
Taylor waved to him and Cecil bowed his head. He slowly got out of the squatting position and sat down crossed legged. “So,” he sighed, “What are two lovely ladies like yourselves doing on the beach without a man by your side?”
Taylor and Mandy looked at themselves, after hearing such a strange and obvious response.
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