"Okay, you're actually going to murder me now, right?" Clara gripped the side of the boat as it cut through the water. 

"We'll have to see." Florence scoffed playfully.

"Great, that's promising." Clara sarcastically retorted.

Florence turned from her concentration of the rumbling motor in order to face Clara. She noticed the blonde's hair annoyingly blow in her face from the wind, causing Clara to continuously try to calm each chaotic strand. The brunette reached over and handed her the hair tie off of her own wrist.

"Thank you." The blonde bit the inside of her cheek as she tried not to smile ear to ear. She threw her hair into a messy bun.

"Where are we going anyways, Florence."

"An isle a few miles away."

"Oh okay, does it have a cute little name like 'Strawberry Island'? Is it called 'Blueberry Island'?That would be cute." Clara knew she was speaking for the sake of having her words heard by the brunette, just for the chance of her words being exchanged for just a sliver of insight into Florence's mind. 

Florence caught glimpse of the horizon. "It doesn't really have a name." She responded 

"So it's the Nameless Isle, then." Clara tilted her head cheekily.

"Whatever you say." Florence shifted back to the motor, an embarrassing smile forming on her face. The boat was not so swiftly brought onto the shore, wetting the lower half of their legs as they reached land.

The isle was small, hardly the size of two football fields, a healthy forrest at its center. The two girls kicked off of their shoes and laid on their backs in the grass, side by side, watching the clouds slowly drift across the sky. 

"What will happen when summer ends?" Clara inquired.

"The real world will begin again."

"What does that mean?" 

"It means all the perfection and happiness we're experiencing in the moment will be drained when we leave the island."

"Wow, thanks, thats fucking grim." Clara turned her head to face Florence, she noted her perfect side profile but a frown too distracting to ignore. "How about we just never leave the island." Clara reasoned.

"I would like that, Clara." Florence met the blonde's gaze, flashing her a sincere smile.

After an hour of conversation, the girls decided it was best to return to Strawberry Island for lunch before the Ainsworth's began to worry. They walked back towards the boat, hand in hand.  

"Ow, holy shit." Clara squealed as she shifted her weight onto her right leg, hobbling into Florence's arms as she confusingly helped her to the ground.

"What? What's wrong, Clara?" Florence didn't need a response, the sight of a large shard of glass sticking out of Clara's foot gave her all of the answers she needed. The brunette felt her stomach drop at the sight of the immense amount of blood. She staggered backwards, covering her mouth with her hand trying not to throw up.

"I'm okay, I'm okay- it doesn't even hurt, Florence. It's okay." Clara lied in an attempt to calm the brunette. Florence quickly rose to her feet after hearing Clara's soothing voice, she took a deep breath and hurried to aid the blonde. 

"Should I take it out? It's a really big piece of glass, I feel like I should take it out? Do I take it out?" Florence rambled nervously.

"I don't know Florence, I don't know. I trust you, okay... I trust you." Clara winced, pursing her lips together, keeping herself from crying.

"There's a lot of blood, I won't be able to stop it without removing the glass. I'm not sure that this is the right decision though Clara, so I'm apologizing in advance for what I'm about to do." Florence exhaled tightly and tugged off her shirt and placed it in the blonde's mouth. "Bite this." Clara nodded as she bit down on the cotton material. 

"Okay ready, 1...2" Florence let out a deep exhale as she reached for the piece of glass lodged in Clara's bloodied foot.

"...3." Clara inhaled tightly as she shut her eyes, letting out a painful groan muffled by the shirt in her mouth. 

Florence nearly gagged as she quickly removed the shard of a beer bottle from the blonde's foot.  Quietly mumbling reassurance to herself, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." She set the glass aside as blood began gushing from her flesh.

"It's out Clara, it's out. How does it feel? I think I got it all but I'm not sure." Florence removed the shirt from Clara's mouth as she nodded. She then began gently wrapping her wound, successfully applying pressure. 

"Motherfucker." The blonde groaned out as she laid on her back in relief. Florence collapsed beside her after the gash was covered, swallowing heavily. A quiet eruption of laughter began seeping from the two, both girls inappropriately giggling at the situation. 

"Thank you." Clara smiled at Florence. "You can thank me after it's treated by a medical professional. Now lets get back to the island." She helped her up off the ground and onto the boat.

The motor whirred as they urgently glided across the water. 

Once the boat was docked, the girls hurried up and into Mulberry, avoiding any adults. Florence locked the bathroom door once they entered and began to unwrap the shirt which was now soaked in Clara's blood. The gash on her foot was deep and wide, continuing to bleed, "Oh shit it's bad, Clara. I think you'll need stitches. I shouldn't have removed it, that was irresponsible." 

The nearest medical center was run by volunteers and was located downtown, Florence didn't hesitate, she grabbed a fresh shirt and the keys to the Benz, sending the two girls on their way.  

Nurse Akers tended to Clara's foot, constantly reminding the two of how foolish it was to remove the shard of glass causing Florence and Clara to exchange guilty looks. "Will you hold my hand, Florence." Clara asked as she reached for the brunettes hand as Nurse Akers performed the uncomfortable procedure of stitching the wound. "Of course." Florence responded, taking her hand in her own.  

"Camille, would you do me a favor and not inform my parents of this particular visit?" Florence forced a pleading smile at the small woman in scrubs who nodded understandably as she handed Clara a tube of ointment. 

"I don't want to see either of you back here. Wear your shoes around the island." Nurse Akers added just before the door closed behind the girls.

Florence snuck Clara back into Winterberry before any of the Edwards could notice she was missing. "How are you feeling?" Florence sat on the bed after handing the blonde a few painkillers with a glass of water. "Honestly, it could be a lot worse. Thanks for taking care of me." Clara responded, accompanying her on the bed; her soft blue eyes fixated on Florence's lips.

No words were spoken in the time that it took Florence and Clara to close the space between them. Florence hoisted herself on top of the blonde as she lay on her back. Florence dove in for a kiss where their lips locked, their hands moving down each other's bodies. Florence planted kisses down Clara's neck, small moans crept from the blonde's mouth. The sound of loud and hurried footsteps on the Winterberry stairs pulled the girls apart. Florence leapt up and slid under the bed as she heard Evangeline burst through the door. "Clara, all Logan did today at the courts was gush over the 'hot blonde from Connecticut'. I can't believe you don't want a summer fling, he'd be perfect." Evangeline collapsed on the bed, exhausted from tennis. "First of all, ew and second of all, ew can you remove your sweaty body from my bed?" Clara sighed disgruntled at the interruption. 

Florence laid under the bed for about 25 minutes before Evangeline was forced into the shower by Clara, giving her the chance to escape undetected.