Could this be true? Had I really just kissed Frank on this island? If I knew that being the only two people for miles would make him like me, I would've kidnapped him a long time ago. When our lips broke we just stared at each other again. It was nice. I secretly was having a staring contest with him. I won. Now time to be sexy. There was no meatloaf around, so I used the next best thing. I grabbed a coconut next to me and put the whole thing in my mouth. Frank made the same face he made when I used the meatloaf. I just can't stop being sexy.

"Hey," I said, trying to break the silence.

"Yeah?" Frank asked.

"Would I look good as a blonde?" I ask, picturing me with blonde hair.

"Umm," he trailed off. "You'd look good."

"I was thinking about it." I replied.

Then I heard my stomach growl and I realized two things: I was starving; and I hate coconuts.

"FOOD!" I screamed and ran into the trees, looking for food.