Nealligan's Island

Hey guys! Soz that none of my other stories have been updated recently, but I've had yearlies. I wrote this in half an hour when I was reeli bored, but if I get 5 or so reviews, I mite continue it. Tell me if u like! Sorry its so short. But the idea is that it is short, and fairly random.

Chapter one – A series of misadventures

Once upon a time, Kel and Neal were stuck on a desert island. They weren't sure why they were on the desert island, but Neal thought it might have had something to do with his telling Alanna that her new haircut made her look like Lord Wyldon, someone Alanna had never got on with at the best of times.

Anyway, Neal wasn't very pleased about the whole desert island deal, because he just happened to be there on his wedding day, the one day in his whole sorry, sarcastical life he couldn't afford to miss. Kel wasn't very pleased either, because she had spent rather a large amount of time making sure Neal would actually remember to turn up to his wedding day looking acceptable, and now, it seemed, that it had all been for naught.

Nevertheless, they were very much stuck on the island, with very little but a lifetime's supply of food and fresh water, and all their personal possessions. Of course, this state was, to both of them, completely unacceptable.

"I WANT YUKI!" Neal moaned on the third day, as Kel was making dinner "I miss her! Her long, black hair, and creamy skin, the smooth fabric of her kimono, the deep brown pools of her eyes, the way her hand fits so neatly in mine, I can never be complete without her, never!"

Kel sighed, if Neal was going to be like this for the entire time they were on the island, she was going to have a pretty lousy time "Stop moaning Meathead!" She snapped "Honestly, you'd think you were in love with her or something, now eat your vegetables"

"Oh, no Kel, I wasn't in love with Yuki" He drawled sarcastically "That's why I spend all of my time with her, and that's why I'm going to marry her"

"If we ever get off this island that is" Kel sighed

"Of course we're going to get of this island!" Neal laughed "Like I could survive for the next 20 years without seeing a single female"

Kel glared at him over her bowl of food.

"I'm sorry Kel, but I must honestly say that you don't count as feminine company" Neal drawled, his mouth full of meat "I mean" he munched "Nothing against you or anything, but it's not like I could ever, I don't know, kiss you or anything"

Kel humphed quietly to herself, and here she had been, thinking how nice and tanned he'd been getting from the sun! "So, what I believe you are saying Sir Nealan" she replied, wiping her mouth neatly with a napkin "Is that you, to coin a term I have heard Cleon use many a time, would not go out with me if I was the last woman on earth?"

"Pretty much!" he mumbled, mouth still full of meat and sauce. "No offence Kel, but it would be like going out with my brother"

Kel glared at him again.

"I mean, sister" he gulped, only too aware that he was within slapping range.

So, the days went past, and the months slipped by, and it soon became clear that Neal and Kel were not going to get of the island anytime soon.