[ WP ] You wake up on an Island . Tell me about it .

PART 2: 
 
 Three days had past. The “ your side and my side ” philosophy worked out pretty good until I had stripped my trees bare of coconuts. His trees were still loaded, he was not eating. I did not want to cross onto his side, so I went to sleep that night hungry. In the morning there was a pile of coconuts next to me. I looked over at his side; he was asleep under one of the trees. Something was wrong with the picture I was seeing. He was shirtless, and his chest was what was wrong. It was covered in red bumps. I tried to ignore them, but finally my curiosity got the better of me. I crept up as close as I could without going onto his side. Like I had seen there really where red bumps all over his torso, they where pretty big, and some had purple rings around them. He moved, I quickly hid behind the tree, he jolted up in pain, one of the bumps was bleeding on his back, he had scratched against the tree he was leaning on. He could feel the blood trickle down his back, but he could not reach the bump it was coming from. The blood was spurting now, so I couldn ’ t help myself. 
 “ Let me. ” I said, ripping off one of my shirtsleeves. “ What are all these bumps? ” I asked. 
 “ I think I ’ m allergic to something. ” 
 “ Like what? Not coconut? ” 
 “ No, ” he winced as a touched his back with my torn sleeve, “ I eat a lot of coconut back home. ” 
 “ Maybe something in the water. ” I said. He winced again. 
 “ Oh, wait, I know what it is. ” He said. A look of pain swept his face. 
 “ What? ” 
 “ I must be allergic to you. ” he said starting to laugh. 
 I wanted to whack him. But the bumps all over him stopped me. He kept on laughing, but stopped short, another bump was bleeding, and he winced in pain again. 
 “ I don ’ t get you. ” I said. 
 “ Don ’ t get what? ” he asked. 
 “ You, you ’ re so weird. I mean, do you or don ’ t you? ” 
 “ Do I or don ’ t I wha— “ the “ what ” turned to a yell, I had pushed to hard on his back. 
 “ Hate me? ” I said. He looked at me quizzically. 
 “ Do I hate you? ” he asked. Now I really wanted to hit him. I didn ’ t though, a spurt of blood splashed my face, a bump on his shoulder had burst. He smiled and took the torn sleeve from my hand. He wiped the blood off my face. 
 “ I don ’ t hate you. Okay? ” he said. 
 “ Okay then, why were you so upset when you found out you had saved me? ” I asked. He said nothing for a few minutes. Finally, I spoke up. 
 “ You can tell me the truth, it wont kill me. ” I said. 
 “ You want the truth? ” he asked. 
 “ Yes. ” 
 “ I have a thing against actresses. ” 
 “ Actresses? ” 
 “ Yes, you know, girls who think they are just all that and more. ” 
 “ Girls like me? ” I said. 
 “ Yup. Like you. ” 
 “ Why? ” I asked. It took him a minute, but finally the answer came out. 
 “ I fell in love with an actress, and she turned out to be married. ” He said simplistically. 
 “ Which one? ” I asked. He didn ’ t answer. He just tried to stand up. But by now his entire back was covered in blood. 
 “ We have to do something about your back. ” 
 “ Coconut milk. ” He said. Licking his teeth in a thoughtful way. 
 “ What about coconut milk? ” I asked. 
 “ I can rinse off in it, if we have enough. ” 
 “ Yes, but then we ’ ll have nothing to drink, and we ’ ll die of thirst. ” 
 “ You ’ re right. ” 
 “ Okay then, can you make a fire? ” I asked. 
 “ What good is fire? ” 
 “ I can heat a stick till it ’ s really hot, and sterilize these bumps or boils, or whatever they are. ” 
 He looked surprised. 
 “ Good idea. ” 
 
 When it was dark, we had a steady fire blazing. I had finished sterilizing the boils on his back and chest; he was now roasting a chunk of coconut. 
 “ Does it taste better roasted? ” I questioned. 
 “ To me it does. Want to try some? ” 
 “ Sure. ” I crawled over to him. He touched the hot coconut and his fingers made a sizzling sound. He put them in his mouth. 
 “ Ow. ” He said. It sounded muffled with his fingers in his mouth. 
 I couldn ’ t help but laugh. However, I regained my composure and took his hand in mine. I blew softly on his fingers. He pulled his hand out of mine and looked away. I don ’ t get it! One minute he likes me, the next minute he pulls away! What was with this guy? 
 He waited till the coconut had cooled slightly, then gave me a piece. 
 “ Wow, this is good. ” 
 “ Told you. ” he replied. There he was again, now he liked me. What was he? Bi-polar? Great, I ’ m stuck on an island with a bi-polar actress hater. 
 “ Which actress was it that you fell in love with? Had you ever met her? ” 
 I asked him again. 
 “ Yes, we met. But she wouldn ’ t remember me. ” 
 “ How did you meet? `` 
 “ At an after party for the opening of one of her films. I was there because I knew one of the costars and he invited me. I met her, and she and I hit it off really well. We talked for hours, and even after the party was over, we stayed late—just talking. It was two days later when I saw in the news that she was married. ” 
 “ I can see why you say she wouldn ’ t remember you, I forget everything from after parties. I can ’ t remember any of them, much less a certain one. However, I have been accused of having a bad memory. ” I said. For some reason, this struck him as hilarious, he laughed. 
 “ What ’ s so funny? ” I asked. 
 “ You are. ” He said. 
 “ What do you mean? ” I demanded. He didn ’ t answer. I distracted myself from this complicating-stumbling-block-in-the-progress-of-man sitting next to me by checking his bumps. 
 “ They seem to be going down. ” I touched them lightly. 
 “ I can feel that. ” He stammered, looking at the sky. 
 “ Sorry. It probably hurts. ” 
 He said nothing, once again, he was hiding. 
 “ Listen, just because one stupid actress hurts you— “ I broke off into a scream. He looked and saw what I did, the spider, or one like it, was nibbling at my leg! 
 He pulled it off, and threw it out into the water. 
 “ I thought you said it wouldn ’ t bite! ” 
 “ I guess you where to tasty to resist. ” He smiled. I sneered playfully and went a few feet into the water, it was lovely and cool, he followed me out. In the faint light from the fire I looked down at my leg, I was getting a bump where the spider had bit me, just like the bumps on his torso. 
 “ That explains it. ” I said showing him my leg. He inspected it. It was then that I felt the exact opposite of what I had been feeling before. Instead of the thought of whacking him, I stepped closer to him, took hold of his chin, and kissed him. He pulled back so fast you would have thought I was a viper! 
 “ What?! ” I shouted. 
 “ You ’ re married! ” he yelled, wiping his lips. 
 
 Suddenly all became clear. 
 
 My weak memory had been jumped like a weak car engine. The sparks of recognition flew in all directions, and my jaw, literally, dropped. 
 
 Suddenly a bright light shined on both of us, a loud horn was heard, and we both looked towards the light. It was the ship, huge and gloomy, floating a little ways off shore. A dingy was being lowered into the water. 
 
 Ten minutes later, I was in my cabin with my agent. My companion was sent to the first aid room. My agent was personally seeing to my bump. 
 “ I can ’ t believe you just fell over board! ” she said. 
 “ Neither can I. ” I said distantly. Only one thing was on my mind. Why did he think I was married? What was that all about? 
 “ Was I ever married? ” I asked. 
 “ Married? No, well—in a publicity stunt yes, but the whole thing blew over real fast. ” My agent replied. I jumped up and ran out, I picked my direction and flew down the passage yelling at the top of my lungs, “ It was a publicity stunt! It was a publicity stunt! ” I landed and came down to earth in the first aid room. He was sitting on the table; the nurse was covering the bumps with gauze. He looked up. 
 “ It, ” I panted, “ was all a fake! ” 
 “ What was? ” he asked. 
 “ The marriage, the whole thing! I had completely forgotten about it! ” 
 Hearing this must have done something to him. He was changed from an actress hating, reclusive, bi-polar -- to a Casanova. He got off the table, walked confidently over, looked deep into my eyes and said: 
 “ Are you kidding me? ” he rolled his eyes. 
 But that was all he said, that was all he could say. His lips were sealed with mine. 

