Part 277: Couples Next

John slowly pulled out the arrow and placed it’s in the top of his palm. He then connected the back wings to the string of the bow and pulled it back. His eye vision slowly transformed into the tunnel vision around the fruit. “Don’t move,” he ordered.

The archer then flung the arrow into the air and the spiked stick struck the fruit directly, pinning it to the tree.

Right above Charlie’s head.

“BLOODY HELL!!” he squeaked as he rolled out of the way.

“Dude, that was awesome.” Hurley laughed, clapping.

“I never should have agreed to this.” The musician chuckling, wiping the small bits of fruit out of his hair.

“Kinda feel alive, don’t you, Charlie,” John said, resting on his bow.

“You guys trying to help me out of my funk?”

“Claire will come around, dude,” Hurley said, “She’ll see that Clay is the biggest butt munch to land on this Island since that chain smoking Jethro.”

“Speaking of that, where is Sawyer?” Charlie asked, “I noticed his royal loud mouth was missing.”

“Yeah, Jack is gone too. Sayid is gone. Did something happen that we don’t know about?” Hurley asked.

“It’s nothing fellas,” John said, “Jack and the others went out into the woods on another salvage mission. A little ways beyond the Outpost. They will be back in a couple of days.”

“Man, why didn’t they ask me?” Charlie scuffed his shoe on the dirt, “I don’t ever get to do any exploring.”

Dutch then came into view of the three friends. He was scouring the area but saw no sign of the pants-highjacker named Karleigh. “Hey, dudes,” the surfer said, “Did you guys happen to see Karleigh come through here?”

“Yeah, she past by here about ten minutes ago,” John pointed, “She was heading in that direction with a hand bag. I think she was gonna pick fruit or something.”

“Thank you, John,” Dutch hissed.

“Dude, I think she was wearing your pants.” Hurley mentioned.

“I know, Hurley,” the surfer replied.

“Dude, I think that kinda, you know, means something.”

“THANK YOU, HURLEY!” Dutch yelled as he continued after Karleigh.



After a few minutes, Dutch grunted as he continued to walk into the woods but saw no sign of Karleigh. His feet were aching slightly of walking over the debris out in the jungle but he was used to hard asphalt next to the beach at home. He decided that he’d give up for the moment. The rich New Yorker couldn’t stay out here forever and when she did come back, she’d be bringing his pants with him.

Then the surfer jumped and yelped at the sound of a falling mango striking near him. “Oh, my gosh!” Karleigh said from above, “Didn’t mean to scare ya that, Dutchie.”

“You didn’t scare me, you spooked me, big difference, “ the surfer than paused, “Wait a second . . .did you call me Doochie?”

“I said, Dutchie. Dutch-Chee.” Karleigh said, working her way down the tree, “I not calling you a Marijuna joint, although such a nick name might be cute for you.”

“I don’t smoke that stuff and I think it’s pronounced Dot-Che.”

Karleigh leaped off the tree from the remaining distance on the ground and landed with ease. “Did you come to seek me out about grammar or was their another reason?” she said, moving a strand of hair from her eyes.

Dutch was about to say something and then he looked back up to the sky. “Where did you learn to climb a tree?” he asked.

“You mean, how did a rich girl from New York learn to climb a tree?” she smiled.

“Something like that.” He grinned.

“It’s not trees we learned to climb. It’s the outside railings to get to our BMW’s. Past curfew, of course.”

“Of course,” Dutch chuckled.

“Trees are that dissimilar. Just have to know how to handle something that . . .big,” Karleigh made a brief glance toward Dutch’s abs under his tank top.

“Hehe,” the surfer smiled, “This little tidbit into your climbing skills is fascinating but it doesn’t change the fact that you got something that belongs to me.”

“Such as?” she asked, innocently.

Dutch edged closer and pointed at the jeans that Karleigh was wearing. The girl looked down and pretended to have a shocked look. “These are your pants?” she said, trying to hide her smile.

“You know full well they are my pants, I’ve been wearing them since I crashed.”

“They are comfortable jeans, Dutch,” she grinned, slowly moving away.

“I know. Which is why I want them back.”

“Well, too bad. They are my pants now.” She said, turning and started to head back to the camp.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” Dutch laughed as he rushed her and grabbed her by the arms.

“OH, my, Dutch wants his pants back, “ the young woman said sarcastically, “ What ever will he do?”

“It’s your own fault for being embarrassed when we come back and you are the one with no pants,”

Dutch reached around toward her front and began to unbuckle the belt and then unbutton the pants from her. Karleigh smiled, keeping her innocent look about her as she stared upward. The surfer then managed to get the rest of his pants unbuckled from the rich girl and then shoved them down from her waist.

Only be to staring at her naked butt.

“HOLY GOD!!” Dutch said, shoving the pants back up onto Karleigh.

“Whoopsie.” She giggled.

“Karleigh . . .why . .why did you tell me . . .you had no panties?” the surfer sweated as he tried to buckle the pants back onto her.

“Because I had to wash them silly,” she said, backing up into him, “All my shorts would have revealed too much if I walked around with them so I had to borrow your pants.”

“You could have told me,” he said, almost done with the button.

Karleigh then stopped him by placing her hands on top of his hands. “Don’t stop,” she ordered, “You’re just now showing me something.”

Dutch felt like he couldn’t breathe. The rich girl gazed into his eyes, and the seductive glare she gave him, made him feel like he was going to faint. She slowly guided his hands allowing him to unbuckle the pants yet again. When he was done, she slowly turned around and the momentum allowed the jeans to collapse around her feet. Dutch fought his entire being trying not to look down. Karleigh slowly smirked, biting her lower lip. “I never met a boy so timid.” She giggled.

“I never met a girl . . .so . .in control.” He whispered.

Karleigh leaned up and gently helped him remove his tank top. The surfer stifled a gasp as she kissed his chest. “Does that bother you?” she whispered.

“A little.” He stuttered.

“Big man saves my life and yet he’s scared to be with me,” Karleigh said, slowly removing her shirt, “I don’t know why but that’s exciting.”

Dutch finally looked down and couldn’t stand it anymore. He picked her up and buried his mouth into hers. Karleigh grabbed onto his shoulders and returned to the kiss. The couple quickly found themselves on the ground. The surfer kissed the young girl onto the neck and for a few brief moments, there was no other sound in the jungle but their own.



John continued to whittle onto the stick until it was at a fine point. He still had plenty of metal arrows but he wanted to be sure he could be prepared for anything. Especially over the warning that Mia said she should remain on the beach during the team’s departure to the mysterious place called Broadway. Will he indeed make the difference in whatever was going to happen? He didn’t know; so he wanted to be prepared for anything.

Mia then came up and offered him a bottled water. John thanked and her took it from her, sipping it immediately. “How many arrows you got now, John?” she asked.

“Just over forty.” He said, proudly.

“You may be overreacting.” She warned.

“A little over kill never hurt anybody.” He laughed.

“I guess not.” Mia smiled, sitting down.

John started to whittle onto his next stick. Mia tucked her hands in her jean jacket, as the cool breeze blew up onto them in the shade. She stared at her boyfriend, letting her eyes fall upon his face. He had a great body and personality but she thought it was his handsome face that she love the most. “So, John,” she sighed, “What will the name of our first child be?”

John then jolted, slicing the stick in two. “What did you say?” he gasped.

“I said, what will the name of our first child will be?” she asked again, grinning.

“Mia . . .are . . .are you . .”

“No, I am not pregnant, you doofus,” she giggled, “I am just asking.”

“Oh, Jesus,” he laughed, holding his chest, “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“Well, what will their name be?”

“Okay,” he said, taking a drink of water, “I guess . . .if we have a boy, I’d like to call him Tony. If we have a girl . . .hmm . .I don’t know.”

“I have a name for a girl. Shelley.” The Lakota girl smiled.

“Interesting choice. Is there a story behind it?”

“No. I just like the name.”

“It is a nice name. Okay, Tony if it’s a boy and Shelley if it’s a girl.”

Mia stood up and walked over to him. She then sit down next to him, allowing him to place his arm around her. John brought her closer and kissed her on the lips. “I love you, Mia,” he whispered, “I’m sorry if I don’t tell you enough.”

“You don’t have to tell me, John,” she hugged him, “I already know.”

John held her closer, massaging her arm as a sign of affection. Then the archer noticed the two figures emerging from the jungle. Karleigh was smiling to herself, almost glowing. Dutch has a stupefied but happy look on his face. Mia looked at them both, noticing the new differences between them.

Karleigh had on Dutch’s swim trunks and the surfer got his torn pants back. He saw John and Mia, and waved to them with a smirk on his face. The archer smiled from the sight of the debris of dead leaves and dirt on the back of his hair. “It would appear Dutch solved the problem of his missing pants.” John chuckled.

Mia didn’t say anything; she just buried her head under his chin, trying not to laugh out loud from Dutch’s strange but humorous look.