Chapter Six
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I lay there looking up at the clouds passing me by. Devon was off hunting down our dinner and breakfast for tomorrow. He seemed to enjoy that. I could never force myself to go and kill something.
Even if I was hungry enough to eat a rock. But that was me. That was another reason why I needed Devon around. To take care of me. I was enjoying being with him. Having him all to myself. I loved every moment of that.
Devon was trying to teach me to stop worrying so much. Even if we never got off this island and got back to our lives. Was anyone missing me? Was Jonathan trying to locate me?
Did he even care? Or had he given up? Let me rot? My bet was he had given up. Not that I cared what Jonathan thought. I had been planning on breaking up with him anyway. I just was curious to know what was going on right now back home.
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"Hey babe look what I caught!" I hear Devon proudly say.
I lean up to see him with a bunch of crabs. And a few fish.
"You have sure been busy" I giggle. He hangs the fish on a tree beside me.
He sits down beside me in the sand. "Enjoying yourself?" he asks me.
"Bored. Just bored" I sigh.
"You know I bet they will find us very soon" he promises me.
"I doubt they will ever find us" I mutter.
"So, what if they don't? Is that so bad?" he asks me.
"No, I guess not" I sigh. "But it would be nice to have a change of clothing" I sigh.
He laughs. "Baby I know this is hard on you. You are such a trooper"
"I am trying. You are adjusting so much better than I am" I worry.
He kisses me on the cheek. "Not true. I am not handling it well. I did not want to worry you" he says.
"You are worried?" I ask him.
I was surprised by that.
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"Why did you not tell me you were worried?" I ask him. I was really curious now.
He places a hand on my arm. Then rubs it gently. "I did not want you to worry. I know how worried you already are. I could not tell you. I wanted to handle it. Keep it bottled up. But now I see that is wrong and you needed someone to talk about it to" he admits. "Here I am"
"Are you just saying so to make me feel better?" I joke.
"No, I really mean that. What if they had been by here? What if they have given up?" he asks me. "What if you are right and we never leave here?" he asks me.
I nod. "See what I mean? I don't know what we are going to do" I sigh. I lean my head on his shoulder. "At least we have each other" I tell him.
"We do. You have me. You can count on me. I have an idea" he speaks up.
"What is that?" I ask him.
"Well if we are going to be stuck here, we need our own little place. Build something. A shelter for ourselves" he mentions as he looks around him. "We can get branches. And other things to build right here on the land"
"Good idea" I agree. "Make a little home away from home"
He nods then kisses me on the cheek. "Good, you will have to help me" he warns me.
"I figured that" I giggle.
"Do you have that notebook?" he asks me.
I dig out my artbook and pen. I hand it over to Devon. He begins to jot down an idea. I glance over his shoulder to get a peek at what he was drawing. It was a little floor plan of a hut. A cute adorable jungle type of hut.
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"Devon that is wonderful" I breath out.
"Thanks baby" he says. "We will need supplies. The only tool I still have is this pocketknife. Come with me. We have some work to do before the sun goes down. Then we will make our fire and cook dinner" he says to me.
"Alright. My man can plan" I joke.
He helps me get up off the ground. We get to work. Today we just gather up items that would help built a little hut for us to sleep away in. A tropical get away. I was pretty tied by the time we got done that night gathering things.
But I still helped Devon build up a good fire to cook our dinner on. It was a pretty romantic night tonight. A clear night. At least it was not raining at all. We could be out here in the open during a storm with no place to hide away in yet.
I sigh as I sit by the fire watching Devon enjoy himself while he was cooking. I had gathered some more fruit. And was cleaning it and slicing it up for dessert. After dinner we normally walked back to the little pond where the waterfall was at.
And then we would have a long drink of water before heading back to go to bed. Sometimes we would enjoy a nighttime swim by the waterfall. It was so romantic to.
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"Dinner is done" Devon declares as he hands me some dinner to nibble on a stick. No plates so sticks were good. Like at carnivals.
"Thanks baby" I say gratefully to him.
The crab meat was soft tender and perfect. He did great cooking for us.
"I see you got us fruit" he says happily.
"For you!" I say.
He kisses me on the forehead. "I love you sweetie" he says to me.
"I love you to" I answer as we eat.
"What would you do right now if you were back home?" he asks me curiously.
"Well, I would break up with Jonathan. Then I would take all your girls' things out of the house and throw it in the trash" I giggle.
"Good plan" he laughs. "She was always to busy spending my money to spend time with me" he grumbles. "You were always there for me" he says. "I was always wishing you were there with me when she was. And I missed you when you were away"
"Devon!" I say softly in aw of his words. "I missed you when you were gone to"
"Now you can go on tours with me. Be with me. I want you by my side" he demands.
I nod. "I would love to. If we make it back" I say softly.
He kisses me on the lips. "We have so much to look forward to when we get back home"
"Yes, we do" I agree.
"I will have to tell my publicist that we are dating. I am sure that we will get loads of questions about us when we get back home" he mentions.
I nearly choke on my food. "You plan on telling the public about us?" I stammer softly.
"Of course. Everyone will know you are my girl" he says as he smiles over at me. "Is that alright with you?"
I nod. "I would be proud to be" I answer.
"I really can't wait to get back. Can I be there when you break up with that jack ass?" he jokes.
I laugh. "Devon!" I giggle.
He kisses me. "I can't wait to tell the world about us. And how you saved my life" he whispers after our kiss. "you did. You saved me. If it were not for you then I would have died back on that plane. You could have left me there" he mentions.
His words choke me up inside. "I never would have left you. I would have rather died with you then left you back there on that plane" I say softly. Happy tears come to me. I touch his cheek with my hand. "It feels so good to share everything with you. I was holding back so much. Now when I have something to say I can" I explain. "It feels so wonderful to know you feel the same way"
"Yes, it certainly does" he agrees. "I was holding back to. Pretending. And it hurt to think you did not feel the same. But you do" he adds. "I am glad we found this out. We are blessed to find each other"
"Yes, we are my love" I say as I feed him a bite of fruit.
"When we do get back on the mainland's I plan on taking you back on a real date" he tells me.
"But Devon you will get mobbed by fans. We can't do that" I argue.
He shakes his head. "I can if I rent out a place. We can bowl. Or go to a movie. What would you like to do on our first real official date?" he asks me.
I think on that. "Anything as long as I am with you. Well I do like to bowl. I used to go skiing back when I was in Michigan" I say to him.
"I never have skied in my life" he laughs.
"Really?" I ask.
He nods. "Maybe I could try it with you" he says.
"You would for me?" I ask him happily.
"Anything for you" he vows.
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Then he feeds me a bite of fruit.
"We have so much to look forward to" I sigh happily.
"See that is the way to think about things. Not worry about it. And plan ahead" he points out.
He knew me so well. And he always made me feel so much better. I needed him.
"We better go walk down to get some water before it gets to dark" Devon tells me.
He gets up. He holds his hand out for me to take. He helps me get up. We take our romantic little walk to the waterfall. Things were looking up again. I felt so much better after our talk. Devon holds my hand as we head out for our little walk. I was so blessed to be with him. He was my man.
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