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Title: beyond__the_sea Chapters 9-12
Author: filmgeekchic
Characters: All, plus my OC character Gwen Manning
Rating: PG-13 through R
Summary: Gwen joins the others on the hike into the jungle to get a signal for the transciever and chaos ensues.
Disclaimer: With the exception of Gwen, none of the characters are mine. Don't sue. I have no money.
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I swear to God I’m going to kill her if she says one more word. For two hours I’ve listened to Shannon complain about the sand, the heat, the jungle, her feet, anything and everything and I’m going to snap. I don’t care if she is Boone’s sister I’m going to fucking kill her.

Breathe, Gwen. Just breathe. You will not let the princess get to you…even though she’s taken everyone opportunity to sneer and make comments about your hair, wardrobe, etc. You lived 20 years with your stepmother from hell, you can handle this.

As if a jungle safari with Shannon isn’t enough, everyone’s friendly neighborhood asshole arrived about 15 minutes after we left, storming through like this was all this idea all along. For the past two hours, when he’s not insulting everyone, he’s been leering at Kate and Shannon, although I’m not totally surprised.

Kate has this whole innocent, ‘girl next door’ thing going on, yet when you look at her sometimes you catch a look that makes you think there might be something more to her. She’s got this weird mysterious complexity that makes you think she’s never quite at home. She always seems to be looking for a way out, the quickest escape like she’s just about to bolt.

And then there’s Shannon. Ms. Perfect Clothes, perfect hair, perfect body. As much as it pains me to admit there might be something more to her than Gucci and Chanel, the more time I spend with her, the more I wonder about her as well. There’s this unspoken tension between her and Boone, even in the quiet moments…hell, especially in the quiet moments. Something in the way they look at each other makes me wonder just what their deal is.

So this is what I have to compete with. No wonder I’m always at the back of the group. Mary Ann and Ginger of the island have the boys tripping over themselves to impress them. I guess that makes me Mrs. Howell. Great. Just what I need. A Mrs. Howell complex.

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