Two Is Better Than You

Summary: Jasper is a famous singer. When his plane crashes on a deserted island, he does all he can to survive. Alice is a girl that lives on the island. She watches as the plane goes down, but finds none. One day, she sees Jazz walking on the beach and offers him shelter. They stay together until Alice can get a signal back to the coastguard. Based off of Nim's Island, with the island part and Cars, when returning to civilization.

"Oh, yes, I'll be there. Yes, Jesse scheduled a plane just now. Yes, Ed, I'll be there."

Hi, I'm Jasper Whitlock. I am a singer, like, huge and I have to go to my stupid brothers birthday. He is my manager and he's going to have to have his girlfriend there. Ugh. No, don't get me wrong, I like her, it's just, he's younger than me and is engaged.

I know, right, I'm older and I'm a really big hit as a singer, but I have no love life.

"Jasper! You have to go for your plane, I booked it in twenty minutes. Get packed, you're staying for a week!" Jesse, my housekeep called.

"Yes, Jesse!" She old, like elderly and she's like a second mother to me. She's a house keeper, but does all my scheduling too? That makes no sense, but you know, as long as I don't have to do the paperwork, I'm good.

"Where's my coat?" I called.

"Right here!" Jesse called back, although she was only, like, three feet from me now.

"Thanks." I said. I slipped it on, grabbed my bag, kissed her cheek and walked to my car. I started it up and drove to the airport.

I walked out of the car and walked into the airport.

"Hello and do you have anything suspicious to be taking on the plane today?" The flight check-n dude asked me.

"No." I sighed. I really didn't want to go.

"Great." I got my ticket and walked over to the metal thingy. I got cleared and walked to my plane. I sat in the seat and a girl screamed. Soon, all kinds of girls were surrounding me. I gave autographs until it was time to take-off.

Even after we were safely into the air, girls were coming up to me.

One little girl around the age of seven walked up to me.

"Excuse me sir," he said. I smiled and leaned over to her.

"Yes, little lady?" I asked, letting my well-known accent into my voice.

"Can I please have you're autograph?" She asked. I nodded, smiled and then wrote my name for her.

In return, she gave me a little piece of paper.

"What's this?" I asked.

"My sister, she wants you to call her." She said and pointed to an older looking woman. She was tall and brown. She had a big brown eyes.

Too much like Bella. I thought. Bella was Eddie's fiance. I looked at the girl again and then looked away again. It's not that she didn't look good, I mean she did, it's just that, I hate it when people had their younger siblings go do something for them. Lying so they could get them to do it.

Just then, I noticed that the older sister had handed her sister a fifty dollar bill.

God. I've always hated people who bribed other people.

"Please fasten your seat belts. We are having some difficulties. Please fasten your seat belts."

I didn't even unbuckle so you know what, what ever. Suddenly, the plane started shaking. I just grabbed onto the seat in front of me. It was a fan of mine, so, she kind of leaned into the rather than away.

Then plane started tipping down. Like, actually, nose down. I screamed, not like a girl, but like you now, bloody murder type scream.

I tightened my grip on the seat. As the plane rammed into the grounds, I started to fall forward. Everyone, before it crashed, tried to scramble back, but gravity puled them down. The crash only went past first class.

I was still belted when the plane started to tip. I was on my head by the time it was done.

I flipped, grabbed my head and groaned.

No one else seemed to be moving, but I looked for survivors anyway. I found a little baby, the age of like, three months.

I picked her up and checked for a pulse for the mother. I also found a nine year old girl and a four year olds. It was me and three little kids, but I didn't mind. The lives of children are worth more than our's.

I may be a celebrity, but I'm not selfish. I would give my life to save the life of a child. Most of my fans were dead, but many were just hurt. I tried to save a few, but by the time I was through, most had either scattered before I got to them, or were dead.

I had the nine year old, Lindsay, hang onto the four year old boy, Jet. I held the baby, who I later learned was named Kyle. Apparently, Lindsay had been sitting near the family and over heard the mother talking about changing his diaper.

Guess what, my bro's birthday would have to wait. I had to save the lives of us before I ever went to find him.

"Here, Linds, hang onto Kyle and Jet, I'll go see if I can find any food." I went back into the plane and looked for any sign of food.

I grabbed some milk and the diaper bag that I found and a coule other diaper bangs. I grabbed some food from behind the bar they had in the plane and stuffed it into the bags. When I came out, Linds was trying to calm down Kyle.

"Here," I said and handed her a diaper. She grimaced, but grabbed them and then we had a happy Kyle.

"I want my mamma." Jet said and I picked him up.

"I know buddy, but you gotta remember, maybe mommy's around here somewhere. Maybe we'll find her."

That night, I had built a fire and tried to make some food.

"Here." Lindsay said and grabbed some baby food for Kyle, a banana for Jet and then fed herself with what she found.

"Eat this." She exclaimed and tried to hand me a granola bar.

"No, I think I'll wait, Your lives are worth far more than mine is. You eat." I replied.

She stared at me for the next three minutes.

"What?" I asked.

"I thought you'd be stuck up, like every other star I know, but I guess I just assumed from the many I know."

"How do you know so many stars?" I asked.

"My sister, she had a friend that was a star. I hung out with them cause they said I was cool, but when we hung around the stars it was like we didn't even exist. I asked one girl, I don't remember her name, but she was my role model, and I asked for an autograph.

She looked at me and said, 'Oh please! If I'd wanted to hang out with babies, I'd have gone to a day care'. Then, she stuck her nose in the air and left in a big red limo. The dude who drove the limo had to roll a red carpet out to the door before she'd walk anywhere."

I looked at her sad face.

"Now, I feel really bad because last night, I said I didn't want to move, that's why we were on a plane and said I'd rather be dead then move. I never even said I was sorry."

"Hey, it's okay." I told her and wiped up her tears. "You didn't mean that and I'm pretty sure they know that now."

"How do you know?" She asked me. "Have you ever told someone you'd rather be dead than live with them?" She snorted. "I'd bet not. YOur life's so perfect, I'm pretty sure not!"

I laughed, told her she'd feel better in the morning, and put her down to be as well as I could with barely anything to cover up with.

I made sure they were all breathing before going back to the plane to grab pillows, blankets and anything else I could find. I'm pretty sure I saw a girl my age, peek out from in a tree.