Agartha's Castaway - Book 2
Talk about movie star hot! It was no wonder crowds of screaming gir ls flocked to every
competition he surfed in, no wonder MTV had labeled him a bona fide teen idol and snagged
him for their reality television show, Surf's Up. I couldn't help but feast my eyes on his rippling
chest and six-pack abs. That body of his sold more surf apparel and merchandise than any other
I began to think maybe it wasn't so bad being stranded on an island for a few days with such
cute guys to keep me company, if I could only take spiders out of the scenario. Maybe I can even
get Mike to notice me. Yeah, right. What am I going to do? Hang on his leg and yell, “Yo, Mike,
down here! In case you haven’t noticed, I’m completely and utterly in love with you? Let’s watch
the sunset together, smooch a little, and sip on some coconut juice.” Lame. No wonder I don’t
have a boyfriend. Oh well. One day I’ll have the guts to tell him everything. But I wondered if
maybe it was better to stay away. After all, not only was Mike my best friend, but he was also
the biggest flirt in the state of California.
“We should start making a shelter,” said Jack. “I think we could make a base out of vines
and logs and then use some large leaves for the roof.”
I nodded. Knowing him, he'd probably build an attic, basement, and deck too. Having Jack
there with me helped to ease my fear. I knew he'd keep us alive with all of his survival skills
until help came.
Mike stood, knee deep in the water, and laughed. “Hey, give rescue a chance to get here
before we go building a hut.” With a mischievous smile, he pointed to Jack. “He needs to
chill…maybe cool down a bit. Casey, are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?”
My arms ached from all the heavy logs I'd carried, but turn down one of Mike's playful
schemes? Never! “Yep!”
At the same time, we scooped up handfuls of water and threw them at Jack.
Laughing, he raised his hands to protect his face. Droplets flew in the air, soaking his hair
and dripping down his arms.
“Refreshing, huh?” asked Mike.
A smile curled up on my lips. “I bet it was. Hey, Jack, want another blast of the freaky
He chuckled. “Ha ha. Keep that up, and you'll both be gutting your own fish.”