Lily could see the plane was not going to be able to rescue them, for it had to rescue itself. The smoke coming from it was getting intense and it seemed to have no pilot; its direction changed from straight-ahead to slowly tilting downwards. She didn't know what to think; she hoped it wouldn't crash. It seemed to be descending out of control at a greater and greater speed; it was going to hit somewhere in the middle of the island. She had to go find where, but she didn't want to leave Isabelle unconscious on the beach. After a few seconds of watching the sickly plane, she decided to go; Isabelle didn't seem injured, but the people on the plane would be. She mustered all of her strength, finally stood up, and frantically looked for a clearing in the forest.
         The plane was closer now; she could see the fire that was causing the smoke. She hated to think what was happening inside it. She didn't have the strength to run, so she attempted to jog into the forest, in the direction she assumed where the plane would land. She luckily had been wearing jeans so her legs were protected, but the jungle, or forest, or whatever she was in the middle of, was cutting up her arms as she tore through the plants. She could hear the plane now, then she heard it crash; she winced.
         She ran in the direction of the crashing noise. She cleared away the last bit of forest to come across the scar the plane had made on the land. About 100 feet in front of her lay the battered plane. She instinctively ran to it and tried to find one if its doors. Two were jammed, but she finally found one that she could open with only little difficulty. Smoke rolled out of the doorway as soon as she opened it. She coughed and tried to fan some of it away with her hands.
         Inside, of what she could see, was a mess. She noticed someone under a pile of books, shelves, and other objects. She frantically began to clear away the debris to find an unconscious man with short black hair. With much effort, she dragged him out of the plane and to an area a safe distance away from the plane. She left him lying on the ground before she ran back to the plane.
         She found another man with debris on him, who had light brown hair, and resembled the previous man a bit. She dragged him to the same spot, and let him lie there too.
         She returned to the plane, wondering how many people there were. She tried to get into the cockpit to find a pilot, but it was blocked, and she had to reserve her strength for removing any accessible people she found. She found yet another man, this one with dark brown hair, whose leg was jammed stuck under a table or some piece of smashed furniture. She carefully pushed it out of the way, and guessed the leg would be broken. She gently dragged him out of the plane; she didn't want to injure his leg even more.
She returned to find a man with dark brown hair and, surprisingly, un-cracked sunglasses. He didn't seem to be injured, so she dragged him out a bit quicker. She counted four men and wondered if there were anymore; she was ready to collapse from exhaustion. But something told her to look one more time. She sighed and sorely returned to the plane.
         Smoke still hung in the air and it was hard to see. But she noticed a blond head. The man was hunched over to his left; his arms lay limp over his face, as if he had been trying to protect himself. There was glass all over his arms; some bits had gotten on his face. She gently removed some of the bigger pieces; she didn't want to lodge the pieces in any further into his skin when moving him. She dragged him out and lay him down by the others, and almost collapsed in the noonday heat.
         But then Lily remembered Isabelle, and tried to find the way through the forest through which she had entered the scene so she could return back to the beach. She followed the trail she had blazed and found herself on the beach again. Isabelle was just waking up, shocked by the brightness of the sun.
         "Lily...?” she whispered.
         "I'm here, Izzy, don't worry,” she replied.
         "Wha, what happened...where are we?” she weakly asked.
         "The cruise ship sank, we're on an island, but right now don't worry about those facts...you've gotta help me!”
         "What? Why?” Isabelle replied, confused.
         "A plane crashed on the island. I removed some people, but we gotta get them away from the plane; it could explode or something soon. C'mon...” Lily urged, helping Isabelle up. Both girls rushed through the trail, and Isabelle gasped when she saw the scene for the first time.
         "Stop gawking, snap out of it,” Lily told her, "we need to see if we can get anything from the plane.” Isabelle nodded as the two began to search the plane. They found some duffel bags and dragged them to an area behind some huge protective rocks. They then carefully dragged the guys to the same area; it was farther away from the scar and the plane, hopefully a safe distance away. Something burst into flame on the plane. The girls instinctively ran behind the rocks just in time; the plane exploded. They closed their eyes in fright and waited for the chaos the end. They then looked at each other and weakly smiled; they had saved some lives. But they were too tired to think or act anymore, and both fell asleep once they made sure the fire from the explosion had died down and would be no threat to the forest or them.

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         AJ woke up with a pounding headache; at first he couldn't remember what had happened. Then it all came back to him. The plane had been doomed, all the guys had been injured; he shuddered at the recent memories. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. Was this life after death? On the plane, he had been sure he was going die. He saw the rest of the guys lying around him, each sleeping, he hoped. He winced as he saw Howie's smashed leg, Brian's and Kevin's bruises, and Nick's cut up arms and face.
         He then noticed two girls asleep beside the guys. Both looked beaten up too, and had cuts and ash marks as if from a fire on them. They had deep tan skin and flowing black hair. One seemed Asian, and the other seemed, well, he couldn't decide.  He tried to prop himself up against a nearby rock, and could only do so with much difficulty. He looked around. His breath stopped short when he saw where the plane exploded.
         If the plane exploded, why are we lying here still alive?  he thought. He shuddered at the idea of any of them dying.

         He tried to get up, but his strength failed him. His movements made Howie stir. Howie groaned in pain and woke up.
         "Yo, D, you awake?” AJ quietly asked.
         "Yeah...OW,” he replied, trying to movie his leg.
         "Don't move, K? Don't want anything else happening to you.”
         "Yeah, okay...damn, this HURTS.”
         "Should we wake the others up?”
         "No, let them rest. Who are those two girls? And how in hell did we come out alive?” Howie asked, more awake by now.
         "Dunno, and dunno. You know as much as I do.” AJ replied with a shrug.
         "What happened?” Brian whispered.
         "Dude, Rok! You're alive!” Howie smiled.
         "And why wouldn't I be?...OW,” Brian replied, trying to get up.
         "Don't move, Bri, just rest. We survived the plane crash, that's all we know.” AJ informed him.
         "Oh...and who are the girls?” Brian mumbled.
         "Dunno.” AJ answered.
         "The plane exploded.” Howie commented, looking around.
         "Yeah,” AJ let out a sigh.
         "And we're still alive?” Brian questioned.
         "Uh-huh.”
         "Whoa.”
         "Yeah.”
         Kevin stirred awake as a result of the noise around him, groaned, and tried to sit up but collapsed in pain.
         "Owww...” Nick said as his scratched arms touched the ground when he tired to make an attempt to get up.
         "Frack, dun move, " Brain warned him. He winced looking at the cuts on Nick's arms.
         "Guys--?” Kevin started.
         "We dunno. We are here, and alive, that's all we can tell you. The plane is gone, we are in pain, and there are two mystery girls over there. That's all, Kev.” AJ cut him off, knowing what he was going to ask.
         "Shit.”
         "Yeah.”
         "Bri, what's on my arms?!” Nick whimpered in pain.
         "Glass, Nick. Remember the window breaking?...Heh, at least you covered most of your pretty face,” Brian tired to laugh.
         "It feels like a billion rocks were chucked at me,” Kevin groaned, finally able to sit up.
         "Books...and shelves...”AJ corrected him. Kevin looked at him quizzically. "I saw everything,” he explained. "Yo, D, can you move you leg?”
         "OWW...Nope.”
         "What are we gonna do..?!” Nick asked the question that was on all their minds.
         "Dunno...hey, our duffel bags are here!” Brian pointed out.
         "Are you serious?” Kevin exclaimed.
         "Yeah, man, look!”
         "That's some relief," Howie sighed.
         "Not for long," Nick muttered.
         "What else is here?” AJ asked.
         "Just the bags," Brian replied.
         "Well, that's still some good.” Howie tried to look on the brighter side. The guys nodded. "Should we wake the girls up?”
         "I dunno, Kev?”
         "Let ‘em rest. I mean, I can't get up, let alone try to wake them up.” The others nodded in agreement.
         "I'm gonna try to see if any of the bags has a first aid kit.” AJ slowly and painfully stood up.
         "Check my bag.” Kevin said.
         "Leave it to good ole Kev!” AJ smiled, pulling out a first aid kit.
         "Someone has to be prepared,” Kevin said smiling.
         "D, you gotta trust me. I learned how to do this ages ago, and it's gonna be helpful now...But I'm not gonna lie; this is gonna hurt...” AJ warned "I gotta set your leg.” He knelt down beside him. Howie nodded in understanding and grabbed a bag to hold. 
         "MMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!” He exclaimed, screaming into the bag as to not wake up the girls.
         "There, man,” AJ said when he finished, "braced, wrapped, and ready.”
         "Th-Thanks,” Howie meekly whispered smiling.
         By now Kevin had been able to get up and head towards his bag. He pulled out some bandages from the kit and walked over to Nick. "Nick, hold still.” Nick nodded but was unable to keep from squirming and biting his lips in order to prevent himself from screaming while Kevin cleaned wrapped up his arms.
         "I think the rest of us just need Advil.” Brian commented as AJ and Kevin sat back down.
         "Hey, we are in pain too...!” Nick commented motioning to Howie and himself.
         "I know that, I just meant Kev, AJ, and I ONLY need Advil.”
         "Oh.”
         "Dude, we need water too.”
         "Oh yeah.”
         "Well, we have a few bottles in our bags, but we'll need to find some more.”
         "Dammit, how long are we gonna be here?!”
         "Calm down...I think people will soon notice that The Backstreet Boys have disappeared.” Kevin said with a bit of a smirk.
         "Yeah.” Brian agreed with a chuckle.
         AJ got the boys their water bottles, and the five took their medicine and sat in silence.

[2 hours later]
         "Lily...?” Isabelle hoarsely whispered. She didn't hear a response, but the Boys heard her.
         "Dude, one's awake,” Howie whispered.
         Isabelle was on her stomach, her cheek on the ground. Lily was lying right next to her. She picked up her head and turned it to look forward...to see 5 guys staring at her.
         "Wha...? Who...?” she said quietly trying to collect her thoughts. "Oh...” then she remembered. The cruise ship sinking. The rain. The ocean. The beach. The forest. The plane crashing...then exploding.
         "You okay...?” Brian asked.
         "Yeah...You?”
         "In pain, but alive.” AJ smiled.
         She sat up and rubbed her eyes; everything was a bit fuzzy.
         "Do you guys have some water?”
         "Yeah, here,” Kevin rolled her a bottle.
         "Thanx.” She said, drinking thirstily.
         Silence.
         "I'm Isabelle,” she said sticking her hand out to the nearest guy, Kevin.
         "I'm Kevin,” he smiled shaking her hand. "This guy with the tattoos and screwed hair is AJ,” he smiled as AJ made a face at him.
         Isabelle giggled, "Hey, AJ.”
         "Then the short dude that may look like me, so I'm told,  is my cousin, Brian,” he went on. Brian grinned.
         "Hey, Brian.”
         "Over by him with the messed leg is Howie. " Howie waved. So did Isabelle. "And finally the lil' guy, or should I say, big guy, over there looking like a mummy is Nick.” He was having fun introducing the guys; Nick stuck his tongue out at him.
         "Pleased to meet you.” Isabelle smiled.
         "Could you explain something?” Nick asked.
         "What?” Isabelle replied.
         "How come we are alive!?” he asked. Isabelle laughed. "What!?” he wanted to know what as so funny.
         "You sounded so like a little kid with that tone.” She smiled, happy to have laughter in such a situation.  She sighed, "Anyway...I don't know why I'm even alive...”
         "Uh...?” The guys looked at her with confused faces. Isabelle sighed again.
         "Lemme explain. Lily, that's my friend who is asleep, and I, were with some friends on a cruise. The boat sank, though I don't know when because I have no sense of time at the present moment. Anyways, it was raining and raining etc and the last thing I remember was being hit by some pole. I guess I blacked out, and Lily must have found me and somehow we floated to shore or sumthin' cuz I woke up with her screaming at me on a beach. She was telling me about how she had gotten some people outta a crashed plane, you all I assume, and that we had to search the plane some more before it exploded or sumthin. We found your bags and dragged them out...then the plane actually did explode. I guess afterwards we fell asleep with exhaustion.” Isabelle finished.
         "Wow,” Howie commented.
         "Yeah,” Isabelle sighed.
         Silence.
         "So now what?” Nick asked.
         "What do you mean? We just have to sit and wait and hope for rescue I guess.” Isabelle answered.
         "Hmph.” Nick grumbled, already impatient with the situation.
         "We need to find, or make, a shelter.” Kevin commented.
         "Yeah...Okee, um, I say me, AJ, and Isabelle go exploring.”  Brian stated.
         "And why is that?” Isabelle questioned.
         "That leaves Kev, being the last one who can walk, so he can stay here with Howie, Nick, and your friend--”
         "Lily.”
         "Yeah, Lily.”
         "K, lesgo before it gets dark...whenever that may be.” AJ said looking at the sky. Brian helped Isabelle up and the three went to explore the island.
 
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