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Trouble in Paradise
Chapter one
The sea breeze cooled the warm air over the crystal blue, translucent sea. Fish of different colours, shapes and sizes
swim gently around their coral home, busying themselves with various tasks. The sky was reflected onto the sea, not a cold
in sight. The breeze caused little, if no ripples on the silent sea.
All was peaceful, calm, silent and still.
Suddenly the fish dove for cover among their living houses, as a wing cut through the tranquil waters, causing waves to
disrupt peace.
Attached to the brown, black speckled wing was a boy. The wing met his back under a leather trench coat. His shaggy hair
was the same shade as his 14ft spanning wings; his eyes matched the pattern too, having black speckles randomly dotted on
the deep chocolate brown of his iris. His skin was tanned, imperfection free. Under his long leather coat, which was fluttering
in the wind by his feet, was a pair of shaggy jeans, Doc Martins and a tight black t-shirt. His well-defined muscles lined
the tight top. His eyes showed pure thrill as he pulled away from the water and did a large loop-de-loop.
"Hurry up Chaz!" He yelled as he finished his loop 7 metres above the water, looking at his reflection in the
water and smiling.
Chaz was following almost 20 metres behind the dark boy. He was his exact opposite, the ying to the boy's yang. Unlike
the other boy, Chaz had long white-blond hair, fair skin and blue eyes, which matched the very sea he was flying over. His
wings were white, pure white, and smaller than the other boy's, only 13 feet. The other boy had been roughly six foot two,
but Chaz was five foot eleven. The arms of a bright tie-died rainbow top covered his slender fair arms and his deep blue jeans
were held with a rainbow belt.
However, Chaz's happy appearance was spoilt by a frown that spread across his whole face. His fingers were so clenched
into his palms he was surprised that he wasn't drawing blood. With one last try, he gave his wings a burst of energy, in a
desperate attempt to catch the other boy up.
"Slow the hell down Scott!" He called ahead. His voice was different too. Chaz's accent was that of John Cleese,
J K Rowling, and Princess Diana. (Yes, you guessed it folks.) Chaz was British. ((Side note: Currently there is little explanation
as to how Chaz came to have this accent. All he knows is that he was part of a separate experimental building, then moved.))
Scott laughed and a dazzling white smile flashed to no one. "Are we racing or not slow poke?"
"I am not a slow poke!" Chaz defended. "I merely have been genetically altered for different purposes then
you!"
"What?"
If Scott was the brawn, Chaz was the brain.
Finally, Scott's sharp raptor vision saw what it had been searching for. An island. He put himself at full speed, for
a grand victory. Chaz fell even further behind, instantly seeing the island that Scott was racing for. He sighed as he saw
the brunette land on the sand.
White sand, covering the length of a small bay, which was guard by two sets of large rocks to the left and right and a
forest of sorts behind it. It seemed perfect.
After a few moments, the blond join is 'friend' on the bay.
"I pick here!" the tanned boy announced as he used his right hand to comb the three-inch shaggy brown hair out
of his face. Scott took off the rucksack and threw it to the ground, then stretched.
His blond companion looked around himself, before shrugging. "It'll do."
"It'll do?" Scott repeated. "It'll do? This is paradise. You know the othe-" He cut himself off. They
hadn't seen the others for a week. They hadn't really spoken about the storm. Or anything else for that matter. "Trust
me to be partnered with the only person on earth who can't appreciate perfection." He made a noise that sounded distinctly
like "Crrrrrrrrr".
Rolling his eyes, the fair boy replied, "Yes, because I really wanted to be partnered with the most idiotic oaf of
the flock!" sarcastically.
"Don't try you're English sarcastic fancy pants rubbish with me, Blondie!" Scott barked, with an accusing finger
pointed at his companion.
"Fine, I won't. Instead, I'll walk over to the other side of the bay and punch a wall!" And with a sharp turn,
Chaz walked over to the rocks on the west of the bay.
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A/N So, what do we think? Please comment.
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Chapter 2
Chaz moaned with every molecule of anger in him. He normally hated conflict, (or rather, he hated conflict with anyone
other than wolf men and evil scientists) but Scott had this incredible ability to drive him up the wall and back again.
He finally reached the edge of the bay and threw his bag into the smooth tall rock surface. He was sure he heard a smash,
but at this point in time, Chaz couldn't have cared less. He just wanted to vent his frustration.
If this had happened a week ago, the first thing Chaz would have done would have been to talk to Jess and just talk all
of his anger out. But, as he had to remind himself every morning or every time something funny happened or any time he thought
of a joke that Lem would love, they she wasn't here. Neither was Lem, or Jacco, or Phe. They had gone and who knew when Chaz
and Scott would see them again.
Chaz ran his fingers calmingly through his white hair, following the length and bringing it in front of him, where it
finished halfway down his stomach. He dropped down next to his bag, seemingly deflating as he let out tension in a heavy sigh.
God, it'd been one of those days.
On the east side of the bay, Scott too was venting his frustration. However, rather than thinking it out and releasing
his temper in a few heavy sighs, Scott had taken to punching a tree. An innocent bystander in the whole affair, who had committed
no crime other than being the closest tree to the beach, which Chaz, who was now watching his companion from a distance, was
sure it regretted.
"Stupid! Annoying! Sarcastic! Nerdy! LOSER!" Scott growled between blows. "Why. doesn't. he. just. EFF.
OFF!" With that last word, Scott distributed a final blow, denting the Chaz substitute. He dropped down with a small
spin and groaned. The Chaz substitute had been the victim of enough damage, for now, and Scott had no intention of killing
his companion.
Well, just a little.
But if he did, who would he have to talk to? The rest of the flock? Well, they were gone. Lost, possibly. Dead, probably.
It was a miracle He and Chaz had survived. No, it wasn't a miracle, it was Chaz.
It had been his idea to fly above the mist. To fly above even the clouds, where the flock rarely went. The oxygen was
thinner and such an altitude; Jess often stressed never to go up so high during flight because it was difficult to fly, take
in enough oxygen and concentrate at the same time. Both 16 year olds held little hope the others would have done the same
as they had done.
Night fell quickly on the island and with the sun fell the temperature. Chaz estimated it was little more than a few degrees,
as he lay shivering, listening to the nature.
Scott rolled over from his foetus like position, to face Chaz's direction. He was shivering, he didn't have a coat and
his top was clearly too thin.
"What a loser." Chaz remarked from the warmth of his trench coat.
Well, he did save your life, a voice that sounded strangely like Phe's echoed in his mind.
"I guess," he replied as he rose. He sighed as he reluctantly trudged over to his companion.
Scott kicked Chaz lightly with the toe of his DM. "Oi, Blondie."
"What do you want?" An agitated voice asked beneath a white pile.
"I'm too hot," He lied, "want my coat?"
A hand came from nowhere to brush hair out of the way, revealing a scrutinising blue eye. "What?"
"Coat, want it?" Scott simplified, his innocent eyes bet his companion's.
Chaz sat bolt right up. "What's the catch?"
"No catch." Scott held out his hands, as if somehow proving his innocence. "I'm hot. Plus;" He stopped
and scratched the back of his head, ruffling brown hair. "I need a way to say thanks. For, well you know." He was
no good with touchy stuff.
"And what if you get cold?" The fair boy asked, watching the dark one remove his coat and offer it.
"I got a blanket at the bottom of my bag, if I get really cold."
Chaz took the "Thank you" and laid it over him as a sort of blanket. It was the perfect length for the shorter
boy's height.
Scott smiled and began to return to his side of the bay.
"Thanks." Chaz yelled after him.
"You're welcome." Scott replied.
Chaz watched his confusing companion walk a few steps, before lying back down and shutting his weary eyes.
* * *
Scott shivered in the cold. He had no blanket.
Chapter 3
Still hugging his knees, Scott woke up aching. He was still to asleep to open his eyes or even move. All he knew was that
it was sunny as the light filtered through his eyelids. And that it was hot. Very hot. He felt like he was burning. Pain from
the intense heat swarmed over his body.
His eyes snapped open as he realised the cause. He was in the middle of the bay, in direct sunlight and was dressed entirely
in black. Duh! He thought.
Jumping up and sprinting to the shade of the trees, Scott cursed his love for all things dark. Chaz never had this sort
of problem with his light and colourful clothes.
"Light and colourful." He spat in disgust. "Hey."
Where was Chaz? He scanned the bay, but there was no sign of the fairer boy.
That was when movement in the water caught his eye. His jumpy body turned to the water to see a body swimming under the
water. Suddenly it shot out of the ocean. It was pale with a slim frame, but with a slight definition around the muscles.
Scott knew how deceptive this was, his strength may not have matched his own, but Chaz was far stronger than the most, if
not all, men.
His white wings were damp and water flew off them as he flew in circles above the waves. His long white hair flowed behind
him, reaching almost a foot behind him. Scott ruffled his own, darker, shorter hair, before catching himself smiling at the
sight.
Not sure at what he was smiling at exactly, Scott wiped it off his face almost instantly. He took off his tight t-shirt
to reveal his tanned, well-defined body and braved the heat of the sun as he jogged lightly over to his bag, grabbing his
trunks.
He had joined his companion in a matter of minutes, smiling as he dove into the water from the air.
"Glad you finally woke up," Chaz beamed, "thought you were planning on roasting."
Scott was lying on the water; eyes squinted as he stared up at him. "Nah, I prefer being boiled, Blondie."
Chaz raised his eyebrow sarcastically. "Well, whatever way I can get rid of you." He was irritated by the Blondie
comment. Was it too hard to be referred to by name?
"You should calm down, Blondie." Scott smirked, then cupped water in his hands and threw it up, hitting the
other boy. "Chill."
As the lighter boy was hit with the water, he fell melodramatically into the sea, causing a large wave to cover the darker
boy.
"Very clever Blondie," Scott remarked, clapping. Suddenly he flapped his wings, pushing a high wave of water
towards Chaz.
"Oh this means war." He smiled. Chaz then leaped out of the air, then dived on his companion, forcing him into
the water.
Chaz knew his mistake the moment he hit the water.
Scott was taken by surprise and gasped for air, but all he inhaled was water. He coughed, causing even more to fill his
lungs.
The force of Chaz's dive forced the pair deep into the water. Regret swarmed his body as he saw Scott struggle for air.
He soon recovered his senses and pulled his companion upwards, towards the surface.
Swimming to the shore, Chaz pulled Scott praying his one stupid moment in 16 years wasn't about to have devastating effects.
The moment they hit the white sand of the beach, Chaz had Scott lying flat, feet still in the water. He went to put his
lips to Scott, but hesitated and withdrew. "What are you doing? He's going to die!" He screamed at himself, before
finally checking his companion's mouth for any blockages and then giving him mouth to mouth.
As he drew back, nothing happened. He desperately pumped his chest, counting out loud as he did so. "13, 14, 15."
Once again he put his lips to the brunette's breathing air into his lungs, his patient's chest visibly inflating.
Scott's eyes opened to see a white hair boy seemingly kissing him. He pushed Chaz off of him, retreating a few paces back
and coughing up water.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He spat some more briny water onto the sand and took in a deep breath.
Offended, Chaz stood up and looked over the usually taller boy. "Saving you're life, that's what I'm doing. Why what
did you think I was doing?"
"I..." Scott did his best to avoid blushing. In true form he decided the best form of defence is attack. "Well
if you hadn't have dove into me, I wouldn't need saving!" He stood up, now towering over the other boy, who seemed unphased.
"Well, I'll stop saving your life from now on then, shall I?" His voice was now close to shouting.
Noticing how Chaz had lost his temper, Scott realised the intensity of the argument. "No, sorry. I..."
"Don't bother. I can tell when I'm not wanted." And with that he turned and left.
Scott wanted to stop him, but he thought it was best not too. He headed back to his part of the bay. The whole scene echoed
yesterday evening's argument.
Scott slumped down onto the sand, trying to work out why he had picked a fight. He wasn't annoyed about being pounded
into the water, though he knew he ought to be. He wasn't annoyed that technically he had lost the water fight, or even that
he had given him mouth to mouth.
He retraced his feelings and emotions from the hour since he had woken nothing came to mind at all.
Suddenly he remembered how he had felt when he opened his eyes to see Chaz in a lip lock with him. This tingle, a warm
sensation had swelled from his lips, through his body. His stomach had felt alive, like butterflies.
His eyes widened as he realised what it meant.
Oh god no!
Chapter 4
Chaz sighed heavily, after he too noticed the similarity to yesterday. It wasn't like he hated Scott; in fact it was far
far from it.
He shook his head as he slumped down on the white sand, still dripping wet from the water. His long hair was dripping
down his back, making him shiver, even in the heat.
He'd felt this way for so long now; it'd become a normal thing. Chaz had gotten used to how he felt for Scott and kept
it low down in his gut. Clearly his feelings were never going to be returned and he had accepted that fact.
At least, that's what he told himself every time he looked at him.
Water ran down his face, causing his hair to slip and hide his face. If only he wasn't trapped on this island with him,
if only Jess were there to comfort him and tell him that he was just confused. She was lying of course, but it helped sometimes.
It was at times like this that he hated being so smart.
On his side of the bay, Scott was slowly raising and dropping his clenched fists. He found it somewhat calming. Even though
he knew that was rather disturbing.
How had it come to this? How had he managed to fall for his mate? His male mate! Sure, he was smart, funny if slightly
sarcastic, he was certainly handsome. The way his white blonde hair fell around his pale shoulders, covering his ocean blue
eyes ever so slightly.
Ok, this is bad. Scott couldn't even remember his point.
He sat up and covered his face, as if blocking the image. But it wouldn't work.
He slid his hands down his wet face. He had forgotten that he had been swimming. He felt his hair; it was drying in the
heat quickly. His dark hair always did. There see, I'm not obsessed with him. I didn't think about him for 30 seconds. "D'Oh!"
Well, the least you can do is make amends. Phe's voice echoed in his mind, suggestive but slightly demanding. It was like
she was locked in his head or something.
"Okay, okay" Once again he stood up and walked the walk of shame over to Chaz.
"Blondie!" He called, doing his best to remain cool.
Chaz jumped, pulled his hair back and dried his face. "Yeah, butch?"
Scott smiled; Chaz finally gave him an insult back, for all the Blondie comments.
"I just wanted to...err...say sorry for snapping. It was a shock to...erm; wake up seeing you there, that was all."
Scott scratched the back of his head. "I know all you were doing was saving my life and I'm sorry for being such a total
jerk about it."
Wow, Chaz thought, that must've taken him some guts. He stood up and shrugged. "I guess I owe you an apology for
diving into you. It was a stupid rash action and I shouldn't have even considered it. Sorry mate." He added.
Scott winced. "Friends?" He extended a hand, which Chaz took firmly.
"Friends."
Both boys did their best to blush as the tingling sensation tickled their hands and caused their hearts to flutter. After
a quick shake, the two quickly separated.
"So, I was thinking of making some sort of shelter?" Scott muttered, putting his hand behind his back.
"Sounds good." The blonde mumbled back, lowering his head, covering his face with hair to hide the furious blush
he felt coming.
Both boys were so busy covering up their own emotions they did not notice their companion's reaction.
After a moment of awkward silence, Scott pointed to the centre of the beach. "I reckon, if we bend the branches of
the trees over, and support them with some thin tree trunks, possibly we use the big leaves as a roof." The brunette
garbled on and the blond listened, nodding contently.
"Maybe we could have some sort of chimney, just a hole, for a fire?"
"Yeah!"
The pair set off to each get their own items for "The Shelter"
By the time the sun was setting, the boys were all but down. It had been exactly as Scott had guessed it would be, but
with the added genius of Chaz.
Chaz too looked around in amazement. "I have got to hand it to you Butch, you can sure punch things into place."
"Why thank you," Scott shivered, the temperature was sure falling again, "now will you make that fire?"
The stronger boy had already gathered and laid a large pile of twigs and sticks in a circle in the centre of The Shelter,
under the hole Chaz had suggested.
Nodding, the fairer boy leant forward and started to rub sticks together. It seemed like a pointless activity to Scott
but clearly it was going to do something later.
He watched as Chaz blew on the wood lightly, muttering to himself. "Come on, light" He stressed between blows.
"Do you want me to..."
"No! I got it." He was oddly agitated. He felt he had to prove himself, as though he needed to show that he
could do things too. He mind process was "I might not be able to build a shelter, but I can build a fire", and Scott
was not going to ruin it for him.
"Ok." Scott wasn't sure what to think. Had he said something wrong? So he just sat and watched as his friend
made a fire. After a few minutes, he saw the small spark that he knew would fill Chaz's heart with joy.
A few gentle breaths gave life to a blazing fire. The sun fell at just the perfect moment.
It's funny, Chaz thought as he gazed around the bay, how the light of the fire exaggerates the darkness.
The two huddled either side of the fire, still slightly visible to the other, yet hidden enough to show true expression
on their face.
After half an hour of silence, Scott built up the courage to speak. "Goodnight Chaz."
Nothing.
"Chaz?"
Still nothing. Scott lifted himself onto his knees and slide over slightly, seeing Chaz's back turned towards him. Asleep.
Scott looked at him for a few moments, the way his long hair had flowed onto the sand, almost merging into it. A strange
desire came over him. He stretched out his hand, daring to feel the soft white hair, then retracted it sharply. He shuffled
further away from his companion and sat on the opposite side of the fire.
There he eventually fell asleep, fearing his own feelings.
Trouble in Paradise
Chapter one
The sea breeze cooled the warm air over the crystal blue, translucent sea. Fish of different colours, shapes and sizes
swim gently around their coral home, busying themselves with various tasks. The sky was reflected onto the sea, not a cold
in sight. The breeze caused little, if no ripples on the silent sea.
All was peaceful, calm, silent and still.
Suddenly the fish dove for cover among their living houses, as a wing cut through the tranquil waters, causing waves to
disrupt peace.
Attached to the brown, black speckled wing was a boy. The wing met his back under a leather trench coat. His shaggy hair
was the same shade as his 14ft spanning wings; his eyes matched the pattern too, having black speckles randomly dotted on
the deep chocolate brown of his iris. His skin was tanned, imperfection free. Under his long leather coat, which was fluttering
in the wind by his feet, was a pair of shaggy jeans, Doc Martins and a tight black t-shirt. His well-defined muscles lined
the tight top. His eyes showed pure thrill as he pulled away from the water and did a large loop-de-loop.
"Hurry up Chaz!" He yelled as he finished his loop 7 metres above the water, looking at his reflection in the
water and smiling.
Chaz was following almost 20 metres behind the dark boy. He was his exact opposite, the ying to the boy's yang. Unlike
the other boy, Chaz had long white-blond hair, fair skin and blue eyes, which matched the very sea he was flying over. His
wings were white, pure white, and smaller than the other boy's, only 13 feet. The other boy had been roughly six foot two,
but Chaz was five foot eleven. The arms of a bright tie-died rainbow top covered his slender fair arms and his deep blue jeans
were held with a rainbow belt.
However, Chaz's happy appearance was spoilt by a frown that spread across his whole face. His fingers were so clenched
into his palms he was surprised that he wasn't drawing blood. With one last try, he gave his wings a burst of energy, in a
desperate attempt to catch the other boy up.
"Slow the hell down Scott!" He called ahead. His voice was different too. Chaz's accent was that of John Cleese,
J K Rowling, and Princess Diana. (Yes, you guessed it folks.) Chaz was British. ((Side note: Currently there is little explanation
as to how Chaz came to have this accent. All he knows is that he was part of a separate experimental building, then moved.))
Scott laughed and a dazzling white smile flashed to no one. "Are we racing or not slow poke?"
"I am not a slow poke!" Chaz defended. "I merely have been genetically altered for different purposes then
you!"
"What?"
If Scott was the brawn, Chaz was the brain.
Finally, Scott's sharp raptor vision saw what it had been searching for. An island. He put himself at full speed, for
a grand victory. Chaz fell even further behind, instantly seeing the island that Scott was racing for. He sighed as he saw
the brunette land on the sand.
White sand, covering the length of a small bay, which was guard by two sets of large rocks to the left and right and a
forest of sorts behind it. It seemed perfect.
After a few moments, the blond join is 'friend' on the bay.
"I pick here!" the tanned boy announced as he used his right hand to comb the three-inch shaggy brown hair out
of his face. Scott took off the rucksack and threw it to the ground, then stretched.
His blond companion looked around himself, before shrugging. "It'll do."
"It'll do?" Scott repeated. "It'll do? This is paradise. You know the othe-" He cut himself off. They
hadn't seen the others for a week. They hadn't really spoken about the storm. Or anything else for that matter. "Trust
me to be partnered with the only person on earth who can't appreciate perfection." He made a noise that sounded distinctly
like "Crrrrrrrrr".
Rolling his eyes, the fair boy replied, "Yes, because I really wanted to be partnered with the most idiotic oaf of
the flock!" sarcastically.
"Don't try you're English sarcastic fancy pants rubbish with me, Blondie!" Scott barked, with an accusing finger
pointed at his companion.
"Fine, I won't. Instead, I'll walk over to the other side of the bay and punch a wall!" And with a sharp turn,
Chaz walked over to the rocks on the west of the bay.
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A/N So, what do we think? Please comment.
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Chapter 2
Chaz moaned with every molecule of anger in him. He normally hated conflict, (or rather, he hated conflict with anyone
other than wolf men and evil scientists) but Scott had this incredible ability to drive him up the wall and back again.
He finally reached the edge of the bay and threw his bag into the smooth tall rock surface. He was sure he heard a smash,
but at this point in time, Chaz couldn't have cared less. He just wanted to vent his frustration.
If this had happened a week ago, the first thing Chaz would have done would have been to talk to Jess and just talk all
of his anger out. But, as he had to remind himself every morning or every time something funny happened or any time he thought
of a joke that Lem would love, they she wasn't here. Neither was Lem, or Jacco, or Phe. They had gone and who knew when Chaz
and Scott would see them again.
Chaz ran his fingers calmingly through his white hair, following the length and bringing it in front of him, where it
finished halfway down his stomach. He dropped down next to his bag, seemingly deflating as he let out tension in a heavy sigh.
God, it'd been one of those days.
On the east side of the bay, Scott too was venting his frustration. However, rather than thinking it out and releasing
his temper in a few heavy sighs, Scott had taken to punching a tree. An innocent bystander in the whole affair, who had committed
no crime other than being the closest tree to the beach, which Chaz, who was now watching his companion from a distance, was
sure it regretted.
"Stupid! Annoying! Sarcastic! Nerdy! LOSER!" Scott growled between blows. "Why. doesn't. he. just. EFF.
OFF!" With that last word, Scott distributed a final blow, denting the Chaz substitute. He dropped down with a small
spin and groaned. The Chaz substitute had been the victim of enough damage, for now, and Scott had no intention of killing
his companion.
Well, just a little.
But if he did, who would he have to talk to? The rest of the flock? Well, they were gone. Lost, possibly. Dead, probably.
It was a miracle He and Chaz had survived. No, it wasn't a miracle, it was Chaz.
It had been his idea to fly above the mist. To fly above even the clouds, where the flock rarely went. The oxygen was
thinner and such an altitude; Jess often stressed never to go up so high during flight because it was difficult to fly, take
in enough oxygen and concentrate at the same time. Both 16 year olds held little hope the others would have done the same
as they had done.
Night fell quickly on the island and with the sun fell the temperature. Chaz estimated it was little more than a few degrees,
as he lay shivering, listening to the nature.
Scott rolled over from his foetus like position, to face Chaz's direction. He was shivering, he didn't have a coat and
his top was clearly too thin.
"What a loser." Chaz remarked from the warmth of his trench coat.
Well, he did save your life, a voice that sounded strangely like Phe's echoed in his mind.
"I guess," he replied as he rose. He sighed as he reluctantly trudged over to his companion.
Scott kicked Chaz lightly with the toe of his DM. "Oi, Blondie."
"What do you want?" An agitated voice asked beneath a white pile.
"I'm too hot," He lied, "want my coat?"
A hand came from nowhere to brush hair out of the way, revealing a scrutinising blue eye. "What?"
"Coat, want it?" Scott simplified, his innocent eyes bet his companion's.
Chaz sat bolt right up. "What's the catch?"
"No catch." Scott held out his hands, as if somehow proving his innocence. "I'm hot. Plus;" He stopped
and scratched the back of his head, ruffling brown hair. "I need a way to say thanks. For, well you know." He was
no good with touchy stuff.
"And what if you get cold?" The fair boy asked, watching the dark one remove his coat and offer it.
"I got a blanket at the bottom of my bag, if I get really cold."
Chaz took the "Thank you" and laid it over him as a sort of blanket. It was the perfect length for the shorter
boy's height.
Scott smiled and began to return to his side of the bay.
"Thanks." Chaz yelled after him.
"You're welcome." Scott replied.
Chaz watched his confusing companion walk a few steps, before lying back down and shutting his weary eyes.
* * *
Scott shivered in the cold. He had no blanket.
Chapter 3
Still hugging his knees, Scott woke up aching. He was still to asleep to open his eyes or even move. All he knew was that
it was sunny as the light filtered through his eyelids. And that it was hot. Very hot. He felt like he was burning. Pain from
the intense heat swarmed over his body.
His eyes snapped open as he realised the cause. He was in the middle of the bay, in direct sunlight and was dressed entirely
in black. Duh! He thought.
Jumping up and sprinting to the shade of the trees, Scott cursed his love for all things dark. Chaz never had this sort
of problem with his light and colourful clothes.
"Light and colourful." He spat in disgust. "Hey."
Where was Chaz? He scanned the bay, but there was no sign of the fairer boy.
That was when movement in the water caught his eye. His jumpy body turned to the water to see a body swimming under the
water. Suddenly it shot out of the ocean. It was pale with a slim frame, but with a slight definition around the muscles.
Scott knew how deceptive this was, his strength may not have matched his own, but Chaz was far stronger than the most, if
not all, men.
His white wings were damp and water flew off them as he flew in circles above the waves. His long white hair flowed behind
him, reaching almost a foot behind him. Scott ruffled his own, darker, shorter hair, before catching himself smiling at the
sight.
Not sure at what he was smiling at exactly, Scott wiped it off his face almost instantly. He took off his tight t-shirt
to reveal his tanned, well-defined body and braved the heat of the sun as he jogged lightly over to his bag, grabbing his
trunks.
He had joined his companion in a matter of minutes, smiling as he dove into the water from the air.
"Glad you finally woke up," Chaz beamed, "thought you were planning on roasting."
Scott was lying on the water; eyes squinted as he stared up at him. "Nah, I prefer being boiled, Blondie."
Chaz raised his eyebrow sarcastically. "Well, whatever way I can get rid of you." He was irritated by the Blondie
comment. Was it too hard to be referred to by name?
"You should calm down, Blondie." Scott smirked, then cupped water in his hands and threw it up, hitting the
other boy. "Chill."
As the lighter boy was hit with the water, he fell melodramatically into the sea, causing a large wave to cover the darker
boy.
"Very clever Blondie," Scott remarked, clapping. Suddenly he flapped his wings, pushing a high wave of water
towards Chaz.
"Oh this means war." He smiled. Chaz then leaped out of the air, then dived on his companion, forcing him into
the water.
Chaz knew his mistake the moment he hit the water.
Scott was taken by surprise and gasped for air, but all he inhaled was water. He coughed, causing even more to fill his
lungs.
The force of Chaz's dive forced the pair deep into the water. Regret swarmed his body as he saw Scott struggle for air.
He soon recovered his senses and pulled his companion upwards, towards the surface.
Swimming to the shore, Chaz pulled Scott praying his one stupid moment in 16 years wasn't about to have devastating effects.
The moment they hit the white sand of the beach, Chaz had Scott lying flat, feet still in the water. He went to put his
lips to Scott, but hesitated and withdrew. "What are you doing? He's going to die!" He screamed at himself, before
finally checking his companion's mouth for any blockages and then giving him mouth to mouth.
As he drew back, nothing happened. He desperately pumped his chest, counting out loud as he did so. "13, 14, 15."
Once again he put his lips to the brunette's breathing air into his lungs, his patient's chest visibly inflating.
Scott's eyes opened to see a white hair boy seemingly kissing him. He pushed Chaz off of him, retreating a few paces back
and coughing up water.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He spat some more briny water onto the sand and took in a deep breath.
Offended, Chaz stood up and looked over the usually taller boy. "Saving you're life, that's what I'm doing. Why what
did you think I was doing?"
"I..." Scott did his best to avoid blushing. In true form he decided the best form of defence is attack. "Well
if you hadn't have dove into me, I wouldn't need saving!" He stood up, now towering over the other boy, who seemed unphased.
"Well, I'll stop saving your life from now on then, shall I?" His voice was now close to shouting.
Noticing how Chaz had lost his temper, Scott realised the intensity of the argument. "No, sorry. I..."
"Don't bother. I can tell when I'm not wanted." And with that he turned and left.
Scott wanted to stop him, but he thought it was best not too. He headed back to his part of the bay. The whole scene echoed
yesterday evening's argument.
Scott slumped down onto the sand, trying to work out why he had picked a fight. He wasn't annoyed about being pounded
into the water, though he knew he ought to be. He wasn't annoyed that technically he had lost the water fight, or even that
he had given him mouth to mouth.
He retraced his feelings and emotions from the hour since he had woken nothing came to mind at all.
Suddenly he remembered how he had felt when he opened his eyes to see Chaz in a lip lock with him. This tingle, a warm
sensation had swelled from his lips, through his body. His stomach had felt alive, like butterflies.
His eyes widened as he realised what it meant.
Oh god no!
Chapter 4
Chaz sighed heavily, after he too noticed the similarity to yesterday. It wasn't like he hated Scott; in fact it was far
far from it.
He shook his head as he slumped down on the white sand, still dripping wet from the water. His long hair was dripping
down his back, making him shiver, even in the heat.
He'd felt this way for so long now; it'd become a normal thing. Chaz had gotten used to how he felt for Scott and kept
it low down in his gut. Clearly his feelings were never going to be returned and he had accepted that fact.
At least, that's what he told himself every time he looked at him.
Water ran down his face, causing his hair to slip and hide his face. If only he wasn't trapped on this island with him,
if only Jess were there to comfort him and tell him that he was just confused. She was lying of course, but it helped sometimes.
It was at times like this that he hated being so smart.
On his side of the bay, Scott was slowly raising and dropping his clenched fists. He found it somewhat calming. Even though
he knew that was rather disturbing.
How had it come to this? How had he managed to fall for his mate? His male mate! Sure, he was smart, funny if slightly
sarcastic, he was certainly handsome. The way his white blonde hair fell around his pale shoulders, covering his ocean blue
eyes ever so slightly.
Ok, this is bad. Scott couldn't even remember his point.
He sat up and covered his face, as if blocking the image. But it wouldn't work.
He slid his hands down his wet face. He had forgotten that he had been swimming. He felt his hair; it was drying in the
heat quickly. His dark hair always did. There see, I’m not obsessed with him. I didn't think about him for 30 seconds.
"D'Oh!"
Well, the least you can do is make amends. Phe's voice echoed in his mind, suggestive but slightly demanding. It was like
she was locked in his head or something.
"Okay, okay" Once again he stood up and walked the walk of shame over to Chaz.
"Blondie!" He called, doing his best to remain cool.
Chaz jumped, pulled his hair back and dried his face. "Yeah, butch?"
Scott smiled; Chaz finally gave him an insult back, for all the Blondie comments.
"I just wanted to...err...say sorry for snapping. It was a shock to...erm; wake up seeing you there, that was all."
Scott scratched the back of his head. "I know all you were doing was saving my life and I'm sorry for being such a total
jerk about it."
Wow, Chaz thought, that must've taken him some guts. He stood up and shrugged. "I guess I owe you an apology for
diving into you. It was a stupid rash action and I shouldn't have even considered it. Sorry mate." He added.
Scott winced. "Friends?" He extended a hand, which Chaz took firmly.
"Friends."
Both boys did their best to blush as the tingling sensation tickled their hands and caused their hearts to flutter. After
a quick shake, the two quickly separated.
"So, I was thinking of making some sort of shelter?" Scott muttered, putting his hand behind his back.
"Sounds good." The blonde mumbled back, lowering his head, covering his face with hair to hide the furious blush
he felt coming.
Both boys were so busy covering up their own emotions they did not notice their companion's reaction.
After a moment of awkward silence, Scott pointed to the centre of the beach. "I reckon, if we bend the branches of
the trees over, and support them with some thin tree trunks, possibly we use the big leaves as a roof." The brunette
garbled on and the blond listened, nodding contently.
"Maybe we could have some sort of chimney, just a hole, for a fire?"
"Yeah!"
The pair set off to each get their own items for "The Shelter"
By the time the sun was setting, the boys were all but down. It had been exactly as Scott had guessed it would be, but
with the added genius of Chaz.
Chaz too looked around in amazement. "I have got to hand it to you Butch, you can sure punch things into place."
"Why thank you," Scott shivered, the temperature was sure falling again, "now will you make that fire?"
The stronger boy had already gathered and laid a large pile of twigs and sticks in a circle in the centre of The Shelter̵,
under the hole Chaz had suggested.
Nodding, the fairer boy leant forward and started to rub sticks together. It seemed like a pointless activity to Scott
but clearly it was going to do something later.
He watched as Chaz blew on the wood lightly, muttering to himself. "Come on, light" He stressed between blows.
"Do you want me to..."
"No! I got it." He was oddly agitated. He felt he had to prove himself, as though he needed to show that he
could do things too. He mind process was "I might not be able to build a shelter, but I can build a fire", and Scott
was not going to ruin it for him.
"Ok." Scott wasn't sure what to think. Had he said something wrong? So he just sat and watched as his friend
made a fire. After a few minutes, he saw the small spark that he knew would fill Chaz's heart with joy.
A few gentle breaths gave life to a blazing fire. The sun fell at just the perfect moment.
It's funny, Chaz thought as he gazed around the bay, how the light of the fire exaggerates the darkness.
The two huddled either side of the fire, still slightly visible to the other, yet hidden enough to show true expression
on their face.
After half an hour of silence, Scott built up the courage to speak. "Goodnight Chaz."
Nothing.
"Chaz?"
Still nothing. Scott lifted himself onto his knees and slide over slightly, seeing Chaz's back turned towards him. Asleep.
Scott looked at him for a few moments, the way his long hair had flowed onto the sand, almost merging into it. A strange
desire came over him. He stretched out his hand, daring to feel the soft white hair, then retracted it sharply. He shuffled
further away from his companion and sat on the opposite side of the fire.
There he eventually fell asleep, fearing his own feelings.
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