You were one if the choir kids, but only you were a girl. You were also new in the choir, you were there about a month and you weren't really friends with any of them, 'cause they all are boys and they all didn't really talk to you, except for flirting, but you never cared about it.

So, the plane you all were on crashed. And that was also time when you started talking to other boys. You were the only one girl there and it was kinda embarrassing.

It was third night on the island. It was night. You couldn't fall asleep and you heard someone stand up and walk away slowly. When you checked on who walked away, it was Simon. You looked for a few seconds on the empty spot where he slept before and then stood up too, walking in the direction he went.

Simon was always the one closest to you, and on the island you became a little bit closer. You talked more than ever, and you loved it. He was cute, no doubt. When you walked to the surface he sat on, he looked back, because he didn't expect someone to follow him. When he saw that it was you, he exhaled with relief and turned his head back to the water.

Simon: I thought you were sleeping.

You chuckled as you sat next to him. He looked at you and you looked back at him.

{{user}}: I woke up just when you stood up.

Simon smiled softly and laid his head on your shoulder. You knew that made him feel safe and comfortable, so you reached and started slowly combing his hair with your fingers.