As she stepped threw the bushes I froze staring at her. She had long brown hair and bright blue eyes sort of like mine. She had on a blue shirt and jeans that were torn at the knees. She saw me and twirled around as fast as she could,

"Oh! sorry so, so sorry."

I was confused for a moment and then remember that I was only wearing my underwear. I quickly sat back into the water which wasn't very clear so I covered up. "No! It's OK I... I just"

"Is everything ok, can I turn around now?" she said embarrassed

"Um, sure ya." I said still staring at her. As she turned I could see more details on her face. She had the slightest of freckles and a little rounded nose. Her knees where scratched a little, but she didn't seem to care. She confused at me and I snapped out of it.

"Are you OK?" she said as she looked down at her body, "Do I have something on me?"

"NO, sorry.... I... uh" I stuttered.

"Its OK, I'm Rachel " she sounded shy. "Rachel Hale."

"I'm Ryan" I seemed to say. I didn't know why I was so speechless.

"Do you want to...um... get dressed" Rachel said as she headed back into the bushes.

"Ya," I was so embarrassed. Rachel turned around again and waited. I sat there waiting then realized she turned around for me to change. So I got out of the water and put on my pants. My shirt was soaked though. "Hey, you can turn around now." She did. Now she was staring at me. This was so awkward.

"So, how'd you get on this island?" she asked me, breaking the silence

I hung my head low and answered, "A storm hit my dad's boat last night and I was the only one who got out. I think."

"That's terrible." her beautiful blue eyes looked so understanding.

"H... how did you get here?" I said changing the subject.

"I have been on this island for about 1 and a half years, and this is the first time I have seen a person since I got here." she really hasn't seen anyone? This island really was uncharted. "I ran away from home and took my dad's speed boat then accidentally sunk it on a coral reef. Thankfully it sunk slowly so I could get all the supplies off of it."

"Wow, that's quit a story." I tried to not sound too amazed, "Why did you run?"

"After my mom died, my dad blamed it on me because I... Never mind," she was also trying to hold back tears.

"Well we better get going that storm looks like its coming back," she turned and headed in the direction I had not yet explored.

"Go where?" I asked, confused. "I have to find what took the supplies out of my boat."

"Oh, that was yours? Sorry," she confessed. She gestured for to follow and I did. We walked down the shore for a while, then turned into the trees. My shoes where a wreck, so I took them off and carried them in my hand. That was a bad idea. The ground started to get more and more prickly and there was not even a hint of a path. Rachel on the other hand, had bare feet and was walking through the trees perfectly fine. She had caught my interest even right when i saw her.