The girls rushed to tie up the loose ends of their lives on Tuesday. Izzy quit her job at ‘Nandos’, and Kelsea re-scheduled any performances she had scheduled at the local bars. They packed up the contents of their small apartment into boxes and with the advancement in pay they received for doing the show; they rented a storage unit to store their belongings. Fortunately, they had so few things they only needed a small unit and the smaller the unit, the cheaper the cost.

“Damn these packs are not nearly big enough!” Kelsea complained.

“You heard the lady; just bring what you can’t live without!”

“The coffee maker won’t fit in here!” she teased, running her hand through her hair in exasperation.

“Okay, seriously though. We’re going to be on a deserted island for a year. I can’t live without a lot of things for that long!” Kelsea pouted.

“Here, let me see what you’ve got in here…” Izzy said, grabbing her pack, “Kels, why do you have Kleenex and toilet paper rolls?”

“Duh, I don’t want to rub my sensitive ass with leaves!”

“That’s all that’s in here!” Izzy exclaimed.

“No, there are 5 boxes of condoms at the bottom of the bag too!” she giggled. Izzy's eyebrows shoot up in shock at her best friends words. She’s usually so reserved. “Let’s face it Izzy, if were stranded somewhere called ‘Lust Island’, for an entire year with potentially, 5 very hot guys. I’m bringing the condoms and leaving the vibrators home!”

Izzy laughed out loud. She’s usually the one that comes up with dirty thoughts like those. “Now who’s the slut?!” Izzy giggled. “I have an idea. We can’t possibly pack an entire pack of toilet paper rolls. Let’s go to the drug store and buy those little individually wrapped butt wipes and stock up on those small little bottles of personal hygiene shit…”

“I never thought of that! Good idea, but the condoms are still coming with me…”

Both girls laughed and grabbed their purses, to head for the drug store. While there, they bought tons of little bottles of Shampoo, Conditioner, Shaving Cream, Hair Gel, Deodorant, Toothpaste, Mouthwash, Disposable Razors, Tampons and Travel Toothbrushes.

Even though they were going to be deserted on an Island, they didn’t have to look or smell like it. Now the two friends were not conceited or vain, they were not packing make-up and nail files. They knew how to rough it and had all the Girl Guide Badges to prove it. They picked up a few essentials, energy bars, lighters, a first aid kit, Mag Light, tarp, a small tea kettle for boiling water, a multi-purpose tool that had everything from screw drivers, to scissors and even tweezers. By the time they filled their shopping cart, they were quite confident they had everything they’d need to make it for an entire year.

Having not been told the rules and guidelines of the game they were about to play, they assumed they would be responsible for their own survival and that they would also be representing a charity. Neither one of them had any idea what part the boys would play on the island, but Izzy and Kelsea wanted to make sure they would be self-sufficient and win for their cause. They took full advantage of each pack, cramming every nook and cranny with their needs.

As night fell, the two friends were exhausted. They laid down on the carpeted floor of their living room (their beds were now in storage) and fell into a deep sleep.
After quick showers in the morning both girls put on their shorts, tanks and tied their jackets securely around their waists. Izzy pulled her long black hair back into a ponytail while Kelsea parted hers down the middle and French braided the two sections and headed off for the airport.

When they finally arrived it was as if the airport was under attack. Both girls were confused by the swarm of girls all screaming and fangirling. “What the hell?” Izzy snapped, pushing her way through the insanity. "Crazy bitches."

Glancing at her watch Kelsea said, “We better hurry or we’ll miss our flight.”

Once inside the airport they broke out in a run. As they approached their gate, the old man who they came to know as Simon and a team of security stepped out in front of them. “We need to check your packs before you board ladies…” Simon said, removing the packs from the ladies shoulders. Both Izzy and Kelsea shrugged their shoulders and watched as Simon and one of the security men disappeared with their packs into a private room.

The girls weren't given any guidelines as to what they were allowed to bring, but Simon wanted to make sure there would be nothing to interfere with his plans. One by one he pulled the carefully packed items out of the girls’ bags. He seemed content with everything until he got to the bottom of Kelsea’s bag and saw the condoms. Carefully re-packing everything, minus the condoms, he snickered to himself over his cleverness. He knew the girls would only be able to resist the boys’ charms for so long before the island heated up and if it didn’t he had a few surprises planned to ensure he’d get the outcome he desired.

Making his way back out he smiled and handed the packs back to Kelsea and Izzy. “Here you go ladies…” he said, with a smug smirk, handing back their packs.

“Is everything okay?” Kelsea asked.

“Yes, everything was fine. You may board the plane…"

Both girls were out on the tarmac heading to the plane when Izzy's face lit up in a smile.

"Hey Kels, I just realized something."

"What could that possibly be Izz?"

"We're not going to have to pay rent for an entire year!"

"Only you would say some shit like that on our way to a deserted island."

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