Suspending Reality (96 page)

I couldn’t help but smirk. “No, Tom Hanks.”

Jack brushed his dark hair out of his eyes and smiled. “Start a fire.” 

Grinning, I met his gaze and held it. “You got it.”

His grin grew even bigger.

I motioned around me. “Let’s start collecting some tinder, twigs, and lots of wood. We’ll make a big, giant, blazing fire—so big that even a satellite from space will see it.” 

“Great idea. Let’s get a pile going.” Jack began picking up some smaller-sized logs.

Mike blinked. “Tinder?”

“You know…grass, leaves, bark—stuff to start a fire. You do watch
Survivor
, right?”

“Yeah, but we won’t need a fire until tonight when it cools down…if we’re even here that long.”

“Fire will scare away any spiders or predators—not to mention that smoke can be seen for miles and miles during the day.” I paused to pick up an armful of dry, twisted branches and then continued. “The sun—or make that the
suns
—will set, and then what? Nothing sucks more than making a fire in the dark, especially with no matches or a lighter. So let’s get started, ’cause I swear I’m not staying the night out here.”

Jack took a few steps forward and motioned toward the beach. “The international distress signal is three fires in a triangle thirty to fifty feet apart. Doesn’t matter what country we’re in. Every rescue worker knows it. At the first sign of a plane or helicopter, we’ll smother them with palm leaves so they’ll smoke up good.”

“Wow,” said Mike. “You have that Mr. Einstein thing nailed down.”

Jack smiled, a twinkle in his blue eyes. Because of his easygoing nature, he never took Mike seriously. He was proud to be a jock as well as a brain.

I reached for another branch. My shoulders ached, and I could barely see over the high pile in my arms as my thoughts drifted back to my family. I would never have dreamt in a million years that I’d be torn away from my parents and be shipwrecked. I bet my parents were worried sick.
How could a vacation go so wrong?

“Hey, do you need any help?” Jack’s biceps bulged as he pulled at a heavy log embedded in the forest floor.

“Nope. I can carry my own weight.” I tried to hide the quiver in my voice but didn’t quite manage. No way did I want to be labeled a whiny, helpless girl.

Jack let go of the log and called over to Mike. “Hey, one more thing… Don’t forget we need a fire if you plan on eating. So if you don’t help, Casey and I will be eating hot, grilled fish. And you—” He paused and then continued, “I really hope you love sushi.”

“Ewww, gross!” I gave him a weak smile, thankful for the diversion. Jack always knew how to distract my worried thoughts. I turned my head and caught Mike’s smirk.

“Cold, raw fish?” he asked. “Is that supposed to scare me? You know there’s nothing I won’t try once.” He walked toward the beach with a load of wood.

“Wait…I’m coming! My arms are about to fall off.” I ducked under the tangle of vines and made my way out of the jungle.

“Hey, looks like we’re further down the beach,” said Mike.

I nodded. “Yeah, that explains why we didn’t hear the river when we first got here. Well, that along with all those loud waves, chirping birds, and noisy insects.”

As Mike staggered ahead, his footsteps started to give off light—lots of it. “Whoa! Mike, look at the sand.”

He smiled. “Didn’t we discuss this already?”

“Time to discuss it again. Your footsteps are lighting up. Check it out.”

“Whoa! Has to be from the suns really beating down on all those mica crystals.”    

I squinted and set down my load. “Yeah, but how does it give off light like that?”

“You’re right. Something’s up,” said Mike, kicking the sand around with his shoe.

Jack appeared beside me, carrying a long, heavy log. I glanced at his powerful body and broad shoulders. Thrusting his shoulders back, he adjusted the weight. “Like I said before, it’s plain old sand mixed with tons of mica.”

“Good old mica, huh?” Mike threw up handfuls of the white, sparkling stuff.

“Awww.” I covered my head as the sand rained down on me. As much as I liked Mike, he could be so childish sometimes. A sparkling flash in the air blinded me. “Did you guys see that glare?”

Mike shook Jack’s shoulder. “Is this all crazy or what?”

He hesitated. “That’s… Wow! Do it again.”

I brushed my clothes off. I grabbed two fistfuls of sand and threw them toward the ocean.

“Check it out!” said Mike. “Are we still going with that mica theory?”

A barrage of shimmering particles flew through the air, reminding me of a bright, white flash in a fireworks display. “No way is that plain old sand. That’s paranormal sand of the freaky kind,” I said.

Jack threw his log down on the rest of the pile and then wiped the bark and debris from his hands on his shorts. He dropped to his knees, swirling his hands around. “The sand’s hotter now. It’s like the heat from the suns is somehow activating the mineral compounds. They’re glittering like crazy, even lighting up when stirred.” He picked up a nearby stick and scribbled his name in the sand.

To my surprise, the grains of sand twinkled. “I’ve traveled around the world, and I’ve never seen anything like this.” I raised my eyebrows. “Let me try.”  

Jack tossed me the stick and I wrote, “
Casey was here
.” Sure enough, the words started to glisten.

His eyes locked with mine. “It’s glittering like some sort of neon billboard.”

I leaned closer to the scratched letters. “Yeah, it…it’s like an electric sign. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. What’s going on?” 

“I haven’t a clue.” Mike plopped himself right down in the freaky sand, like he was back home in California, trying to get a tan. 

Jack’s eyes widened, his tone urgent, as he took the words right out of my mouth.

“Are you crazy? Get up. We don’t know anything about this sand, and you’re lying in it!”

Undeterred, Mike stretched out his arms and legs and flapped them back and forth.

“Jack’s right.” I nudged his leg with my foot. “Stop rolling around in that stuff!”

“We were lying in this stuff after we swam to shore.” Mike raised a hand to shield his eyes. “Listen, the damage’s done. If we were going to turn into zombies or sprout some kind of superpowers, it would’ve already happened. As far as I know, I don’t have X-ray vision,” he said with a smirk.

Mike scrambled up and took a step back from his creation. The sand angel sparkled as if it were sprinkled with thousands of tiny diamonds. A moment later, the sand particles began to sparkle and shimmer, slowly at first, but then very quickly, until it reminded me of an animated logo. He dropped to his knees, his mouth gaping wide. “Now…
that’s
a sand angel.”

“Wow!” I said. 

Mike shook my shoulder. “You’ve got to paint this when we get back home!”

“Yeah, man. It’s on my list with all the other freaky stuff.” I bent closer to examine it. The particles were as fine as dust as they scattered through my fingers. I’d never seen anything like it; but then again, the entire island and its odd two suns seemed like something my mind could have conjured up. I glanced over for Jack’s reaction, but he looked away.

“How does it do that?” Mike kept shaking his head, his voice filled with awe.

“I just…I dunno,” said Jack.

Jack seemed a little freaked out by it, but I knew exactly how to divert his attention: We had to focus on how to use this stuff to our advantage, rather than dwelling on all the weirdness. “Hey, guys, why don’t we write a humongous SOS or something?” I asked.

A smile lit up Jack’s stern face. “Oh, wow! That’s a great idea. We’re bound to get someone’s attention.” 

I picked up a long stick and traced giant letters in the sand. I could only hope the SOS message was big enough for a helicopter to see from the air, if anyone even bothered flying in that direction. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind, together with nightfall and giant man-eating spiders. I swallowed and forced a smile. “Guys, I’m going to make it bigger—waaaay bigger. Why don’t you two dig some holes for the fires? We can’t waste precious time.”

Gazing out across the sea, Mike picked up a palm-sized flat rock and threw it. It skipped ten times along the glossy surface. He pumped his fist in the air. “Oh, yeah!”

I lifted the hair up off my neck. It was only morning, and the suns had scorched my skin already. What would we do come midday? A trace of irritation rose up inside me at Mike’s childish behavior. Jack, on the other hand, seemed able to focus. Why couldn’t he? “Mike, what’s wrong with you?” I said. “Don’t you
want
to be rescued? ’Cause it kind of seems like you don’t.”

Jack nodded. “Yeah. Stop screwing around, man. We need your help here.”

“Okay, I’m coming.” Mike dropped his handful of rocks and dusted off his shirt and shorts.

It was a good thing he was getting the message, because skipping stones wasn’t going to get us off the island. I raised my voice slightly to get my point across. “We’ve got one chance if a plane flies by. That’s it…just one chance.”

Mike sauntered over and picked up a few pieces of driftwood. “Point taken.” He shot me a gleaming smile. “Besides, I can never say no when you flash those gorgeous baby blues,” he said, as smooth and charming as ever. 

My heart skipped a beat.
Was that a compliment? Naw. He always says that. It means nothing...right?
I knew flirting was as natural to Mike as breathing. I placed my hands on my hips
.
“Those lines won’t work on me. I’m not one of your love-struck fans.”

“Immune to my charm?” he asked, dropping his wood into the pile I’d created.

Punctuating my words, I jabbed a finger in his chest. “Yes…I…am.” But I wasn’t, and for that I could have kicked myself.
Why can’t I just tell him about my feelings? Would he really laugh at me? Could he possibly take me seriously?

Mike winked and pulled me close. “But I’m irresistible.”

He was. His strong arms felt good—so good. I gazed up into his eyes—those sparkling green orbs. My breath froze as I watched the suns glint off his tousled blond hair. He stroked his thumb down my cheek and smiled, and I smiled back. I knew I was playing with fire, and I wondered if Mike would burn me the way he burned all the others. Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I wondered how it would feel to have Mike as more than a friend.
But why dwell on something that’ll never happen?
He was all talk and had no problem flirting endlessly with any and all girls, including his best friend. He couldn’t be serious about getting them rescued, and he couldn’t be serious about having feelings for me. It was hopeless.

“Don’t you dare treat her like one of your groupies,” said Jack.

Yeah, Mike had lots of those—beautiful girls lined up at his feet, begging for his autograph and catering to his every whim, like he was some famous movie star.

“Chill out, okay? I’m sorry.” Mike’s gaze shifted to my SOS. I smiled as he whistled. “Whoa! I’m blinded. Where’re my shades?” He took a step back and covered his eyes. “It’s shining like a Las Vegas banner. They’d have to be blind to miss that! And I don’t think they hire many blind pilots these days.”

Jack dropped another piece of driftwood into the giant pile. He brushed sand off his hands. “Your award-winning masterpiece is going to get us rescued. Guess we don’t call you Picasso for nothing.”

I smirked. “Thanks.” I watched Jack’s muscles flex underneath his t-shirt as he went back to work. He was a star athlete, and he’d led their California high school teams to countless victories in swimming, football, and basketball. But Jack wasn’t vain like Mike, who held countless titles himself in the world of surfing. Mike and Jack were as different as day and night, even though they shared many common bonds: dirt bike riding, videogames, snowboarding, hiking, and breaking records of every kind, both with a roomful of trophies and ribbons and medals to prove it. Jack smiled when he caught my gaze, and I returned the grin. He had the prettiest blue eyes! If I didn’t know any better, I’d have sworn he wore blue contacts.

Mike fell to his knees and threw a pile of sand over his shoulder. “I got the last hole for the fire pit.”

A soft, cool breeze blew over my face. It felt wonderful against my hot skin, but I hoped it wasn’t too windy for them to get a spark. “So, what’s the best way to get these fires blazing?” 

Jack shrugged. “The old-fashioned way, I guess—rubbing sticks together.”

I grinned and nudged his arm. “Great! So we should have fire by sometime tomorrow.” 

Meeting my gaze, he smiled. “I know a bunch of different ways. It’s primitive, but eventually we’ll get a spark.”

* * *

Jack placed piles of palm leaves next to each of the three fires. “We should stay right here on the beach. This area’s open, and a helicopter will have a very good chance of seeing our distress signals.”

The suns shined brightly and the cool morning breeze felt good on my face. I threw another log into the fire. I thought about rescue.
How long will it take them to find us?
Other questions haunted me too.
Will we really have to stay the night here? Where will we sleep?
I assumed we’d have to make a mattress and blanket out of dry vegetation. Palm fronds and tree bark sounded kind of itchy, though, and sharing my bed with freakish bugs that would latch onto my skin and suck me dry of every red blood cell in my body…well, that wasn’t going to happen either. I decided I’d gladly shower in that termite juice of Jack’s to repel every living insect or arachnid within a fifty-mile radius.