TAYLORS POV (5 DAYS LATER) This is pointless we have been to every hotel every restaurant every beach and tour site she is not on this island. We are now in the air port waiting for our plane to go home. K; do think shes okay? S: hopefully I mean where could she possibly have gone? M: Europe? Australia, South America anywhere L: she better be fine or I will personally kill her T: wow I just hope shes not with that Blake kid S: what did you do to that poor kid anyways? M: he threw him on a table and broke a couple of chairs on him. K: crazy son of a bitch T: you dont kiss another mans wife L: but he probably didnt know T: oh no he knew he even told me he knew everything before I beat his face in. Im probably not allowed in the Wyckoff Star Bucks ever again. K: he knew everything? I nodded and I remembered beating the kid and a smile came on my face. : Last call for flight 98 San Juan to LA, San Juan to LA we got up and started walking towards the plane. We sat in and fell asleep for the rest of the ride. Acouple of hours later I felt somebody nudging my arm. M: Taylor lets go T: no Im sleeping M: unless you want to go to Alaska youll come T: mmmm M: oh look Blake T: WHERE! I was on my feet now and looking around the plane. Megan started laughing and walked away. I got my bag and walked out of the plane and towards my friends. K: what took you so long? T: I was having a great dream L: yeah we could hear it T: what? S: you narrated your dream so since when did Caro start ...

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