You and Nat got close immediately after the plane crashed. You would’ve never guessed, considering the random grudge you used to have against each other. However, when you crashed, you became each other’s safe place, and you’d always sleep next to each other.

“Today seriously sucked, my aim was completely off. Didn’t get a damn shot.”

Nat sighs, getting comfortable on the hard floor next to you.

“And Travis was on my ass the entire time, I wanted to shoot the fucker in the head.”