Ugh.
Alistair hated boats.
He didn't even know that he hated boats until last night when he was vomiting his guts out. And he shared a bathroom with his mom, so of course, he was absolutely babied last night too.
Which was so annoying, because he was a grown ass man.
Moaning, Alistair rubbed his face in his hands, feeling like he was dying. Pushing in towards his skull, his fingers slipped over his skin to slide through his hair, anchoring into his scalp with his fingertips.
Fucking hell. Maybe he should just throw himself over the edge of the boat. Then he'd be churned to bits by the rotors, turning into fish food and becoming a part of the circle of life. That sounded like a good way to go. It was better than withstanding this hellhole of a place where he could stomach nothing, the sun was annoyingly shining on his face, and the skies were too damn blue.
Seriously. Why was it so... damn... blue?
And why was it so fucking hot?
Alistair groaned, bonking his sweaty forehead on top of the plastic table, praying to any god above to just end him now.
He didn't know how much time had passed, because frankly, he dozed off like this, only startling himself awake when he heard a voice.
"You've heard of Dramamine, right?" someone young-sounding asked with a smile in his voice.
Alistair flinched, just a little bit, disoriented as he tilted his head towards the side to peek through his hands, not sure who was talking to him.
It was some punk kid he didn't know, looking like he was the diversity token on the front cover of an advertisement for a resort cruise ship.
"Who?" Alistair muttered, squinting.
With a snort, the kid took the seat across from him without invitation, and swung his backpack onto the table to dig through. "I'll guess no, then," he concluded. "We ought to get you guys acquainted!"
What the hell? Who was this kid?
Alistair didn't even know what to do besides sit there, completely baffled. Did this kid not know that he should not talk to random people? Maybe he grew up in the suburbs or something.
The kid set a small white bottle on the table between them with a victorious grin. "This little guy is going to be your best friend for the rest of our journey. Take 2 tablets every 4 or 6 hours. Should help drain that flattering shade of green from your face."
Alistair had the fleeting thought that this kid was a drug dealer. To which he, honestly, wouldn't be opposed. That could be a decent side hustle, actually, considering that this cruise ship was fucking miserable.
But he thought better of it, instead skeptically picking up the bottle to read the label. He didn't trust random people with their random free drugs, no matter how innocuous the situation or setting.
Though, he learned that lesson years ago when he bought fenty-laced weed at a steep discount from a gas station late at night. Which wasn't very innocuous, but... still.
Because, god, that was fucking awful.
Alistair brought the bottle close to his face, scanning the label.
Dramamine. That was the name of the drug. Oh. It was for motion sickness. Hm.
It looked legit, but...
"Where'd you get this?" he asked, slowly lowering the bottle.
Tilting his head, the kid grinned. "Uh, CeeVee-Ess?"
Yeah. Okay.
You know what, sure. He had nothing to lose.
Alistair popped open the bottle, taking out two tablets and popping it in his mouth, dry swallowing it.
"Thanks," he muttered, carefully twisting the cap back on and sliding the bottle back towards him.
"No prob," the kid said breezily, nudging the bottle back to Alistair. "Keep it. You need it more than I." Then he stuck out his hand and smiled even brighter. "Name's Viktor Ashlund. Nice to meet you!"
An Ashlund. Alistair immediately connected the dots, figuring that he must have been Lyall's younger brother.
Sitting more upright, Alistair slid the bottle back towards himself, but then slouched back down, leaning his head against the uncomfortable table. He was still in a little bit of a daze, and he realized that he had been staring at Viktor's open hand for a few seconds, but whatever. At this point, it felt too awkward to take now, so he let it hang in the air.
"Alistair," he said back. "Nice to meet you."
Unphased, Viktor folded his arms on the table and tilted his head to the far side to mirror Alistair. "Yeah, I saw you in one those interviews! Jealous that you were able to get one of those shirts. They don't ship out to Fjelstad. Can you believe that? I swear, it's like we're a whole century behind literally everybody else."
So this kid was on top of the show, then.
Alistair slowly nodded, respositioning himself to swing his head to the other side so that Viktor wouldn't stare at him. Turned out, that didn't matter, since the kid just followed his movements again. Alistair sighed.
"I'd give you mine, if I brought it. But I didn't," he said.
Which was the truth. After the interview, he threw the Lylan ship shirt back in the room full of other cursed objects so that Alan would have the joy of returning to it after the summer.
"Eh." Viktor shrugged. "Probably wouldn't have fit me anyway."
Alistair gave the kid a lookover. He definitely gave some sort of suburban boy energy. It wouldn't surprise him if he had a cringy band who played in his parent's garage. He seemed to be well-equipped for the tropics, though, with a short-sleeve button down that had tiny pineapples wearing sunglasses. He also had big, frizzy hair and a million freckles on his tan face, along with the tiniest hint of a moustache.
The kid was maybe sixteen at the youngest. Maybe nineteen or twenty at the oldest.
Alistair wracked his brain for facts he knew about Lyall's family, but truth be told, he now only really tuned into the show whenever someone sent him links or pictures. Which... was quite often, really, considering Alan was in love with everyone.
That was unsurprising. And also weird. Alistair wished he could unread and unsee some of the things he'd learned about him.
"Are you here for Lyall? Or Hild?" Alistair asked.
"Probably my sister," Viktor was quick to confirm, "since my bro's fiance is also hanging around."
Alistair pressed his lips together, trying to recall the name. "Kayla...?" he asked uncertainly.
Viktor laughed. "Kaya. Close, though!" He finally leaned back in his chair. "I'm guessing you're here for your brother, so... were you allowed to bring your mom as a plus one or something?"
Okay. Well. He was just going to ignore the fact that Viktor knew his mom was here.
"I don't know," he admitted. "We both got invited. I figured we're both here for Alan."
"As I understand it," Viktor went on, "there's only one visitor per contestant."
Was that how it worked? Did he miss the rules or something? That seemed awfully arbitrary.
"Maybe our mom is here for him, and I'm here to meet my island fiance," Alistair deadpanned with a straight face.
Viktor snorted. "That's a good way to build a reputation."
Alistair took in a silent deep breath, feeling a little less woozy now that he'd taken the medicine. With the natural lull of silence, he stared off towards the side, wondering if he should try eating again.
But also, if he ate, would this kid follow him? Did Viktor even come with anyone? Did he come by himself? Or was Kaya looking after him?
Maybe he was lonely?
God, why me? Alistair thought to himself, repressing a groan.
Leaning sideways, Viktor squished his cheek against the table to study Alistair. "It should be kicking in by now," he said in thought. "You good?"
Hesitantly, Alistair slowly sat upright, narrowing his eyes as he saw Viktor again copying his movements. "Yeah. I think I'm going to try eating," he said, leaving it at that and praying that Viktor would interpret this as a goodbye.
"Aw, yeah," Viktor said, brightening, "I could eat! Haven't had anything since yesterday."
Oh, great. Alistair set this one up for him to spike, didn't he? This was just his luck.
So that was the story of how he ended up eating breakfast with the kid who was way too excited to be here. Honestly, even if Alistair wasn't woozy, he didn't need to do the talking, because this dude talked a lot.
Like... a lot.
They both went through the breakfast bar, and Viktor followed Alistair along, seemingly imprinting on him like he was a baby bird who didn't know how to fly. He followed him around the food trays, circling around wherever Alistair went until they both landed back on the same table.
Aaaand that was when Viktor yapped on and on about random things. He talked a lot about his home life, and so Alistair learned a lot about Fjelstad along the way. Apparently it was very old fashioned and a bit backwards, which made sense in a lot of ways, considering how the Ashlunds talked. It was very polite... in a suspicious way.
But admittedly, Alistair hardly knew anything else about Fjelstad outside of what Viktor said. He may have learned the name in world geography years ago, but who the hell remembered any of that? The world was fucking massive, and none of this mattered anyways.
Alistair also learned that Viktor brought his guitar with the intent to jam with his family. Oh, great. Another music fanatic. Yaaaay.
It also further cemented that Viktor was a garage band geek. He was almost tempted to ask, but he'd rather use his imagination on this one.
Viktor also went on and on about people on the island. He mentioned wanting to rock climb with Cyrin and play video games with Kazimir. He also-- too excitedly, really-- recommended the new First of Us game. Alistair merely nodded, deciding not to comment that he also liked that game, since he knew that he'd go on to beg for his gaming handle.
No thanks. He didn't want to play with children.
Viktor was definitely someone who was friends with his friend's friends. He even said so himself.
And apparently, Kaya had mentioned that she'd like to hang out with Alan. That also didn't surprise Alistair, because come on, who didn't? Alan had a million friends and was unsurprisingly popular in literally every social space ever. Everyone wanted to be his friend.
Especially other music nerds. Or any artist, really. Kaya was no exception.
"Oh, hey, you two can actually get acquainted right now!" Viktor chirped. He flung an arm up and waved it wildly as he yelled at the top of his lungs, "KAYAAAAA!"
Alistair grimaced, sinking backwards into his chair as he felt everyone's eyes go to them. There weren't many people around, but... still.
That was certainly a... greeting.
At the far other side of the deck, a dark-haired woman with a tote bag hanging from her shoulder was just stepping outside. She bit back something of a cross between a smile and a grimace as she awkwardly weaved between furniture to reach their table.
"Ssssh!" She waved Viktor down with a laugh. "Please, there are other people!"
Viktor scoffed. "Yeah, like... three? And they're a hundred miles away, what difference does it make to them?"
"Well, this one isn't a hundred miles away," she countered, casting Alistair an apologetic smile.
Alistair mustered a smile, but it was totally fake, like one of those smiles you do when you pass by someone in an elevator. He glanced off to the side, noting the other people nearby-- which was definitely more than three. The closest were two ladies sunbathing on chairs gave who gave them an annoyed side-eye.
Well, whatever. He had a feeling they were about to approach Drama Island anyways.
"I'm so sorry," Kaya said more directly, "I haven't been able to find him again all morning since he first took off on me--"
Viktor squawked in offence. "I'm not some lost dog--!"
She huffed through an amused grin. "I can... take him off your hands, I'm sure he's talked your ear off by now."
"It's fine," Alistair assured. "Not like there's anything to do on this all-inclusive resort cruise ship anyways."
"What-- There's tons to do!" Viktor retorted with a goofy smile.
Alistair tapped on the edge of his empty plate. "Yeah. Like eat breakfast."
"Yeah, but like. Other than that," Viktor said, snorting.
Alistair sighed, tempted to respond with sarcasm, saying that his schedule was already booked babysitting a certain someone. But he decided to keep it to himself instead.
"You look, uhm," Kaya started tentatively. Then tried again, empathy in her voice "Rough trip already?"
Alistair glanced back at her, sitting more upright. "It's been getting better," he said nodding over to Viktor. "Your little brother gave me Dramamine."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Alistair realized his mistake.
Ah, shit. He made the connection to soon. They weren't in-laws yet.
"Viktor," Alistair quickly corrected. "Viktor gave me Dramamine."
Kaya blinked, initially confused, then giggled once she caught up. "Oh, yeah. He's basically a little brother to me already," she agreed easily. "In which case, I'm glad he found you. He's a bit of an overpacker, which comes in handy sometimes, I guess."
Yeah. In suitcases and in words.
"Thanks again," Alistair said to Viktor, meaning it more now that he didn't feel like he was going to puke out his stomach again. "I feel a lot better."
Viktor beamed. Possibly brighter than the sun. It almost hurt his eyes. "Anytime, man!" Then he reached over and nudged the chair between them. "Keep us company, would you, Kaya?"
Hesitating, she cast Alistair an unsure grin. "Only if that's alright with you...?"
"Oh, yeah," Alistair said, giving her a nod. "Go for it." He paused. "My name is Alistair, by the way. I'm Alan's brother."
He didn't really like introducing himself like that, but, well. She was probably wondering what his connection was to the island, so might as well say it this way.
Hanging her bag over the back of the chair, Kaya obliged and took a seat. "Awh, it's so good to meet you, Alistair! I'm Kaya, as you've already gathered. I'm, uh, an indie artist. Muralist. Mostly." She shrugged and smiled awkwardly, and left it at that.
"Nice to meet you," Alistair echoed, then quickly wracked his brain for something normal to say afterwards. Instead he deadpanned, "I'm a corporate service worker slaving away for the elite rich. Mostly."
Yeah. That was normal.
Quirking a brow, Kaya huffed a laugh. "Well, you have my deepest condolences."
"Thanks," he said with a sigh. "I'll need it."
"Oh, hey!" Viktor waved his spoon Alistair's way. "What's it like being a twin brother? Is there ever, uh, that twin sense with you guys?"
Alistair slouched back on his chair, loosely crossing his arms. "Yeah," he said with a sigh. "We can talk to each other without saying any words. It's a sort of telepathic connection."
Viktor smiled wide with awe. "That's so cool! There's stories about twins, like, feeling the same pain at the same time, even halfway around the world from each other. Is that something that ever happens to you guys?"
Alistair pursed his lips, pretending to give this legitimate thought. He shook his head. "No. But we do have a fifth sense of knowing when we're talking about each other. I'm sure Alan's shivering right now, knowing we're talking about him. Should I send him a message?"
Just when he couldn't possibly seem more impressed-- Viktor's face fell with confusion as he paused. Then quickly turned flat once he finally caught on that he was the butt of this joke.
"Ah, we'll probably get to meet him in person soon enough," Kaya interjected with a light laugh. "That's fine."
And, just like that, Vitkor's spirits lifted again in an instant. "Yeah! Either I'm going crazy, or the island's up ahead that way!" And he pointed to the side with his entire arm.
Alistair turned to see where he was gesturing, squinting. He kept checking the time on his phone, and they still had a few more hours until docking. Was it really the island up there?
Alistair squinted even more. He was pretty sure that was a boulder, but he wasn't going to correct Vik.
"What's the first thing you think you'll do once we land?" Viktor asked, drawing his attention back to the table.
"We're probably going to be filmed when we reunite with everyone," Alistair murmured, thinking out loud.
"So, save the tearful reuinions for indoors," Viktor concluded with a nod. "Got it. Smort."
"Or... don't," Alistair said, shrugging. "I don't think it really matters, unless you think it'll be tense."
Viktor shrugged. "Nah, I know I'm gonna cry. The goal at this point is to see if I can get my bro to burst into tears on camera with me."
Kaya glanced off as she bit back a laugh.
Alistair stared at him, scrunching his face and giving him an odd look. Yeah, he was pretty sure Lyall was way more likely to burst into tears when seeing Kaya, not Vik.
"Good luck with that," he said instead.
"So? What about you?" Viktor then asked.
Alistair angled his head towards the direction of the supposed island, idly taking in the too-blue ocean. "I think Alan will be surprised, yeah. He doesn't know we're coming. And knowing him, he probably doesn't even know anyone is coming."
"It'll be a really nice surprise for him, then," Kaya supposed with a soft grin.
"Yeah," Alistair agreed.
He then turned back towards them, feeling like he should be saying something else. It was just all really weird because he hardly knew these two. And honestly, this whole situation was so bizarre. If Alan weren't already on the island, Alistair would have thought this whole thing was some elaborate scam.
Who knows. Maybe it still was.
"What about you?" he went on. "You probably miss Lyall."
She turned a shy smile down at the table. "Well, yeah. Of course I do." She shrugged. "This is probably the longest we've been apart so far."
Huh. It had only been three weeks. Not that we was trying to throw disrespect her way, but Alistair would argue that it wasn't that long. Still, he empathized. Long distance relationships suck.
"It's nice you get to see him, at least," he offered. "Since, uh... you know. There are two months left."
He inwardly cringed, fully aware that this was not helping.
"Yeah," she agreed, idly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "helps... break it up a bit, yeah."
"Well," Alistair sighed. "If you want a free honeymoon, there you go. Here's your chance."
Kaya hummed a laugh. "Not quite tied the knot yet," she corrected, smile turning a bit awkward. "But, I guess I won't say no to a tropical vacation?"
Alistair sighed again. He should start keeping a tab on his sighs. Maybe he was just tired. But he was always tired.
"Personally, I hate the tropics," he mumbled.
Finally munching on his cereal, Viktor gasped through a mouthful, appalled.
"It gets pretty muggy," Kaya said with a sympathetic shrug. "I prefer the cold and snow, myself."
"It's just so damn humid," Alistair mumbled again, pushing back the damp, sweaty hair that was clinging to his face. "How can anyone live like this? It's literally hell."
"I heartell there are modern amenities, at least," Kaya offered with a quiet giggle. "We'll just have to take refuge indoors where we can, I guess."
Alistair hesitated, slowly taking a self-aware glance around them. Why the hell were they even outside to begin with? He had only temporarily stepped outside for a smoke break, but it seemed Vik finding him half-asleep in this area was enough to keep him here.
"Speaking of which," Kaya went on, seeming to follow his line of thought, "we can always head in now? Before you sweat yourself to death."
"I..." Alistair began, then trailed off as he quietly sighed, scooting his chair back. "Yeah. I should probably go anyways, since the island is so close. You know, to get ready for the cameras. All that fun jazz."
"Sop up the waterfall on your forehead," Viktor agreed, nodding as he took another bite of cereal.
"Mmhmm," Alistair hummed, standing up and grabbing his empty plate. "See you both later, maybe."
"Byeeeeee," Vik said.
"See you later, maybe," Kaya echoed with a small, cheerful smile.
Alistair gave them both a half-smile before drifting away from the table, making sure to place the plate on the empty tray on his way out.
They actually still had a couple of hours until docking, but frankly, Alistair could use a mid-day nap.
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