"Alright so, that's the reason I'm going on this quest." I said trying to ignore Christopher's unwavering gaze as I finished the story. "So your beloved, Robbie? You think he's on the island, somewhere? And you said you have never truly loved anyone? How tragic. Why? Did you live a rather difficult life?" He said, in a very concerned tone. "Well, I'm not really sure if he is on the island. I mean we were about to kiss and I was somehow transported here. I don't even know where 'here' is and if Robbie is here. And yeah, you could say my life sucked. I mean I had this sister..." I faltered. For some reason, I couldn't think of her name. It was like I'd forgotten it. "Never mind. So Robbie, you've seen him?" I asked and turned my face to see his. And immediately turned my gaze away. His eyes were sparking even though there wasn't the smallest patch of sunlight to be seen under the canopy.

"Afraid not, luv. I haven't seen a 'Robbie'." He said, sadly, as he tilt his head down. "But, don't fret. I think I know who can help you find your true love." He smiled and as I looked at him I almost got lost in his eyes, once again. No. I blinked and got up off the log. I brushed off the back of my jeans. I was sweating through my grey muscle top, but luckily my jeans were black. It was at least ninety degrees here.

"Well, lead the way, then." I said to him and he nodded, handing me my jacket. "Oh, um, I'll just leave that here. I don't think I'll need it." He gracefully stepped in front of me. "You mentioned before that I was a guest. But you said 'our guest.' What did you mean by that, exactly?" I asked. Just as I finished, a palm branch smacked me in the face. I stopped abruptly out of surprise and stumbled into Christopher's chest. His muscular arms wrapped, perfectly around my waist as he caught me. He looked surprised at first, then smiled. I noticed his brilliant smile when I turned my head. If I moved about five more centimeters, our lips would connect. I almost gave into the temptation when I closed my eyes. An image of Robbie flooded my sight. I opened my eyes and jerked free from his grip and took a deep breath. "I'm here for Robbie, I'm here for Robbie." I muttered to myself as I trudged on through the palms.

There was no way I was going to play Christopher's little game. I was doing this to find Robbie.

"You seem somehow unhappy." Christopher said more like a question than a statement. "Look, I know what your trying to do, and if you'd like to help, than please just stop. Ok?" I said, sharply. "As you wish." He said behind me.

"Oh, we've arrived." Christopher said. I looked up and saw nothing but leafy trees in front of me. "Are you sure? I don't see anything but more plants. I said. He squeezed past me and turned around, once he was at the front. "You must look past the greenery, my dear." Just as I was about to make some rude remark, I looked up. A narrow path had just opened, just behind Christopher. Just moments before, the space was crowded with more jungle. "H-how?" I stuttered as I pushed past him to see if I wasn't imagining things. "Well, you see, this island is magical. I had opted to tell you before, but thought it would be somewhat...off-putting to you. No need to overwhelm you even more." He said as he started on the path. I stood there, awestruck.

"Do you believe in magic?" I remembered Robbie's words. I said yes, somehow as if unconsciously. His face flashed across my mind. I saw those magnificent green eyes.

I regained my stability and started following Christopher on the narrow path.

After about an hour of hiking through the winding path. Christopher stopped suddenly, ahead of me. Just in front if me, a gigantic tree loomed over us. The top was hidden with the canopy surrounding it. It stood directly in the center of the path, blocking it off, completely. "Our magic path, now blocked off by a tree. Great." I said. I tried to snake around its ginormous trunk and ground the path stopped just on the other side. "Kapok, I remember the first time we saw a Kapok. I believe it was in Belize. Or perhaps it was when we visited Costa Rica." Christopher said, thoughtfully. I made my way to the other side of thunk. "Um, hate to break you out of this 'reverie', but what on earth are you talking about?" I asked in the most annoyed tone I could muster. "Sis and I. She chose this beautiful tree for the site of our new home. She just adores these trees." He said as he began to look up. "Shelter? No offense, but I don't see any magical treehouse." I sighed. Christopher was starting to strike me as a lunatic, at that point. ""Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I'd suggest you'd look up." He said. I looked up slowly and the moment my eyes met the area where the canopy lied, there perched a modern, magical treehouse. "Ok you've got to be kidding me." I laughed. Maybe was a lunatic, too.

"Alright, I'll give you a boost up and then follow behind you." He said as he clasped his hands together. "Yea, so you can check out my butt? No thanks. Funny joke, tho." I chuckled and looked at him. "I'm sorry?" Christopher just stared at me, confused. "What? Where's your like magic, flying, carpet?" I asked, panic tracing into my voice. He didn't seem to be joking, then. "I'm afraid I don't quite understand. To get to our home, we must climb. My sister is up there and if you'd like help, she's the answer." He said, calmly. "You really expect me to just start climbing? That treehouse has to be at least fifty feet up!" I felt my voice rising. I was beginning to get frantic. It had been at least six hours since I found myself here, and got stranded with this good-looking lunatic. "I just need to find Robbie." I sighed to calm my nerves. "You start and I'll follow I guess." I said. He nodded solemnly and placed his foot on one of the giant roots. I had never even climbed an oak tree before.

Find Robbie, find Robbie.

I found my footing on a small nook in the bark and looked up. Christopher was already halfway there. Just as I placed my hand on a nearby vine, I heard voices from above me. Christopher had stopped climbing and was talking to a girl that had suddenly appeared on the bark next to me. She looked down and noticed me. All I could see was the glimmer of her eyes, because of the shade the canopy above cast over us. She all of sudden started snaking down the side of the tree. Before I had time to find another groove to place my foot, she was right beside me. Startled, I gasped and turned to see her. The girl smoothed out her long, glossy, braid and turned to look at me. At first she seemed cold, then she smiled. "Hello, I'm Tararose, but you can call me Tara."