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@kristasbabies
I—— N—No, I.. I can’t, I won’t. I—I don’t like you like this, you can’t do this. It’s not healthy, H. I care about you, and I only want the best from you and the whole reason we’re traveling around this abroad schooling exists is for us to experience other cultures, not just seeing them. How can you learn about a country perfectly without actually exploring it?
Don't like me like what? There's nothing wrong with me, Ry. I'm just as normal as you are. The only difference between us is that you like to go outside. I, on the otherhand, do not enjoy venturing off of the cruise ship. I can study a country through the window, and through the internet.
Do I really have to explain myself to you? I’m Zachariah Piccino, son of the world famous designers, Andreas and Morielle Piccino, that’s who I am. I don’t know who you’re trying to be, but last time I heard, Ivy, or you—whoever you are, doesn’t have a twin sister. This is my room, and I am not getting out. Look, just please get out of my room, Ivy, and I promise I won’t tell the authorities.
If I wasn't pregnant, I would beat your ass in. I don't know who you are, or how I ended up wherever this place is. My name is Fletcher, and I was looking for my boyfriend. [The earth began to shake as the daughter of Poseidon unintentionally began an earthquake.]
Of course I get it. It doesn’t matter if you want it, you need it. You’re going to overflow your brain with too much information and you might shut down. Just be calm, there’s nothing to worry about. You have a ton of time to study after we’re done.
Please put me down?
The name’s Zachariah——I’m afraid you’re mistaken. You’re Ivy, my psychotic ex-girlfriend who’s obsessed with me. Don’t play stupid with me. And I don’t care who the hell Damon is, but you better get the hell out of my hotel room, you have a restraining order. By the way, tell your new boy-toy he’s in for a lot’a shit from you.
Psychotic ex-girlfriend? Okay, number one-- Who the hell do you think you are? Number two-- I've never met a Zachariah. Number three-- if you call me psychotic again, I'll make sure that you fully understand what the term 'psychotic' means. Now, if you don't turn your little ass around and get out of my room, I'll kill you.
In my defense, I have a lot on my mind. I told this person that I was probably not going to be the best person to coverse with, but they were persistent. Is it still my fault?
...No, I guess not.
[Ryan smiled to himself, heading for the exit of the boat trying his best to not look suspicious. He laughed at Hastings’ shouting, smiling as he continued to haul her towards the island.] You work yourself too hard, H. You need a twenty-four vacation, and I think New Zealand will definitely help you let loose.
You don't get it, do you? I don't want a break!
I don’t remember ordering a psychotic bitch to my room, I guess I’ll have to file a complaint to the hotel owner for giving you the key. What the fuck are ya’ here, Ivy?
Haha, very funny, Damon. Now what the fuck do you want, and who the fuck is Ivy?
What do you want?
[Ryan bit his lip as he thought of his next move, standing in front of her for a minute.] Y’know, I hate to do this to you, H, but now I’ve got no other choice! [Before he could wait for a response, he wrapped his arms around her, throwing her over his shoulders to carry her out.] Thanks for cooperating, H.
[Hasting's eyes widened as she figured out his motives, trying to turn away from him. With no luck, she ended up over his shoulder, pounding on his back.] Ryan, put me down! You know why I don't leave the boat, dammit. Put me the fuck down!
I—— Oh. Maybe it wasn’t you, but I thought someone was here before. They must’ve left because I wasn’t listening. Oops.
Yeah, they must have. It's rude not to listen to people when they're talking to you, y'know.
"Where did you say you were from, again? I wasn’t listening, sorry."
I-- I wasn't even talking?
Hastings. I’m not leaving without you, I don’t care what you say but you’re coming with me or I will literally carry you off. C’mon Hastings.. Please? For me? Please. I promise I won’t let you get hurt.
[She gave him a pointed look, crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly.] No.
Oh c’mon, please? Don’t you want to see this beautiful place? At least give this city a chance.
No. Npe, nada, no way. I have a test in this damn marine biology elective that I have to study for.You go explore, bring me back a t-shirt or something.
Don't look at me like that-- I don't want to get off of the boat, Ryan. It's no big deal.