Miley sat quietly reading in the large hammock strung between two trees in her backyard. There was a cool afternoon breeze wafting through the trees and the hummingbirds were flitting among the foxglove and hollyhock, greedily sipping at the nectar within their conical flowers. Unfortunately, the young chestnut haired young woman noticed none of this, nor did she notice the book she was supposedly reading. Her mind was elsewhere. Her mind was thinking about a special young man to whom she'd grown steadily closer over the last few weeks. She loved how the tan-nes of his skin contrasted so perfectly with the tan of her own. She loved how much fun he was to be around, how he always made her feel special, even in this time of great sorrow. And then, her heart, as well as her mind, was filled with guilt. The heavy emotion was tearing at her very soul and she didn't know what to do. That's why she had come to this garden - to think about the direction her heart and mind needed to take.
Slamming the book shut with a loud bang, she rose to her feet and walked determinedly into her house and directly to the old-fashioned corded telephone which hung on the wall in the kitchen. She had made her decision. Miley Cyrus was no longer going to live in the past, pining over a life that wound never happen. Picking up the receiver she dialed a number she knew by heart.
"Hello?"
"H-hi, Z-Zac?", she asked nervously, her finger twirling mercilessly around the phone cord.
"Miley!", his shrill voice came through the line and almost made her wince at the volume. "I can't believe this. You must be psychic or something? I was just about to call you!"
Her heart swelled at hearing this. "R-really?"
"Yeah! You won't believe it, Miles! It's just the most fantastic thing ever!"
Caught up in his excitement, she grinned widely and asked, "What's going on?"
"They've been found, Miley! Ariana and Jai! They were rescued from an island near Fiji."
Silence. It was both the happiest and sadist news she'd ever heard, but the most prominent emotion she was feeling at this very second was guilt - supreme, overwhelming guilt - at what she almost did. After what seemed like an eternity, she gathered her thoughts and finally responded in a falsely happy tone, "Wow! That's gr-great news, Zac! I can't believe it!"
"I can't believe it either! I am so happy!" Miley could almost hear his ear-to-ear grin through the telephone. "Hey, our family and the Brooks are leaving in about half an hour. The State Department is flying them to Hawaii and we're meeting them there." She had never heard Zac Efron sound so exuberant before. He was almost giddy and in spite of herself, his happiness was rubbing off on her.
"But wait... what happened? Where have they been?"
"I'll tell you on the way. You should come with us too." And then, without waiting for her response, "We'll be by to pick you up. This is the best day of my life, Miley."
Miley just nodded mutely into the phone.
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"What don't you understand?", Ariana said in exasperation. "We want steak."
"Big, juicy, rare steak", Jai joined in.
"But our catch of the day is grilled talupia", the waiter explained for the third time. "It is lightly grilled in a garlic butter sauce and served over a bed of wild rice. Or may I recommend the mahi mahi?"
"We don't care", Jai insisted. "We want red meat, not fish. Steak."
"And baked potato with loads of butter and sour cream."
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Castaways {Jariana}
أدب الهواةRemember the Tom Hanks movie, Castaway, where he's the only survivor of a plane crash and ends up on the desert island for years? Good. Now, imagine no Tom Hanks, no volley ball, not much angst, but a lot of Jariana. Now you've got it.
