Hey guys! I thought of this plot when I was sitting in math class, so that describes how bored I was :)

Anyways, I wrote this listening to the song "Tongue-Tied" by Grouplove. I hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: As much as I would like to, I didn't come up with Lord of the Flies. If I did, I'd be an old, dead man with a beard. (And I'm not that, am I?) Didn't think so.

Enjoy!

Tongue-Tied

"Take me to your best friend's house, I loved you then and I loved you now!"

-Grouplove

It all started with a simple phone call. If Simon would think about that day, nothing special would have happened if he hadn't picked up that damn phone.

But he did. So things good, bad, and in-between started happening to him, and it was all because of that stupid phone call.

However, as things are, the day had gone as follows:

Simon was sitting on his couch, doing everything that he would've done anyways: listening to music and going online, trying to procrastinate doing his Summer Reading as long as possible. Suddenly, his phone started ringing, an obnoxious, blaring song that annoyed the shit of him. The thing is, Simon never heard his phone, so the ringtone was doing its work just fine.

The little brunette jumped up from the couch and skipped over to his singing phone. He looked at the caller I.D. and just about died right there on the spot.

Ralph Matheson was calling him.

Ralph.

Simon had kind of been in love with poor Ralph since he was 11 years old. The blond, with his freckles and bright blue eyes, was simply too adorable for Simon to resist. He kind of had to love him; it felt like it was in his blood.

Which, going back to the phone call, had all but frozen in the little choir boy's veins. He shakily pressed the 'Accept' button on his phone and brought the thing up to his ear.

"Hey, Simon?" Ralph's angelic voice ran out of the phone.

"Yup?" Simon coughed, mentally slapping himself for not being able to think of a different word. Honors English and the only word he could come up with was 'yup'? He felt utterly pathetic.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come to my house today," Ralph sounded determined and hopeful.

Well, if Simon hadn't died of complete and utter happiness before, he did then. But, terribly, the shy brunette couldn't find the words he wanted to accept Ralph's offer. He stood there, holding the phone for so long that Ralph asked if he was still there from the other end of the line. Simon nodded, and then, remembering that he was on the phone with him, said,

"Yes! Of course! When should I come over?"

"How, about, umm?" Ralph trailed off, probably looking at a clock. "In a half an hour?"

"Sure!"

Simon hung up. He kind of stood there for a minute, staring at his phone and blinking in wonder, questioning whether or not the phone call had just happened.

Ralph had always been a close friend of Simon's in school, but they had only hung out once or twice before, and that was because of mutual friends. Simon never thought that the blond would actually want to hang out with just him.

Hang out.

With him.

A sudden realization came to Simon that maybe he should change into socially acceptable clothes, instead of his PJ's.

Simon ran upstairs to his room, putting on some jeans and converse, a button down shirt, and rolled up the sleeves. He combed his hair and walked outside.

Ralph lived only a few blocks down from him, Simon remembered, so it wouldn't take too long for him to reach it.

On the way there, Simon began daydreaming, something that was quite common in the choir boy's head. He imagined what would happen if Ralph would ask him out. Would he tell people? He would probably tell Sam and Eric, who knew of his crush on the blonde. Jack? Maybe. He would tease him though. Not that he wouldn't care, he'd probably be too happy to.

Soon, he was at the Matheson's house. Simon knocked on the front door making sure that he looked okay just in case Ralph answered.

Much to his slight disappointment, it was not Ralph who answered the door but his mom, a skinny woman whom Ralph had gotten most of his looks from. They looked almost identical.

"Hi! Simon, right?"

"Yeah, Mrs. Matheson. How have you been?"

"Great, thank you for asking. Ralph's up in his room, listening to music."

"Cool! And thank you for having me over." Simon smiled widely, revealing his perfectly straight teeth. He had gotten his braces off only a few weeks before and was quite proud of his teeth. Simon took off with shoes and walked upstairs to Ralph's room. He tentatively knocked on the door, opening it a bit in the process.

"Hey Simon! Come in!" Ralph had pulled out one of his earphones so he could hear Simon's response. Ralph looked like he always did: Proud and excited, with a huge grin spread across his face His eyes always lit up when he did that. His hair covered his forehead, and went in his eyes a bit.

"What's up?" Simon asked, jumping on a beanbag chair across from Ralph's bed. Ralph sat up.

"Nothing much... I've been bored, actually. Jack won't answer his phone, and when I asked Roger about it, he said something about how it's none of my business," Ralph raised an eyebrow when he said this, as if he had no idea what this meant.

He probably didn't, Simon thought. Jack had had a crush on Ralph for a while, almost as long as he had liked Ralph. Simon had only just told him who he had been pining after only because Jack was so persistent. Jack had flipped a shit. It's not like he had anything to worry about, Jack was much more suitable than he was, Simon had always thought. Simon sat there awkwardly, and responded simply with,

"Oh, that's a bit weird, huh?"

Ralph nodded.

"So, do you want something to eat?"

"Okay!" Simon said, even though he wasn't that hungry.

"I'll be right back…" Ralph walked out of his room. When Simon heard his footsteps on the stairs, he quickly texted Sam about the situation he was in. In around thirty seconds, he was had already gotten a response:

You better not just sit there and act stupid!

Simon rolled his eyes. It was something that only Sam would text him. But, the twin had a point. Simon had a tendency to sit there and act quiet around people he liked, especially Ralph.

Simon shot a quick text back to Sam, asserting the fact that he could do more than just sit there. Soon after, Ralph walked in with little mini pizzas, probably micro-waved, and Coke. He tossed Simon a can and invited him to sit on his bed with him. Simon walked over and grabbed a pizza.

"You know, if I called Jack, he'd probably answer, and he could come over, too." Simon looked at Ralph and raised his eyebrow. Ralph smiled.

"That'd be great! Stuff is always interesting when Jack's around."

Simon felt a pang of jealousy. Ralph probably didn't say that about him when he wasn't around. Simon tried to push the thought out of his head as he got up and grabbed his phone from the beanbag chair. He dialed Jack's number and waited while the dial tone rang. Soon, Jack answered.

"What?" The ginger snapped. Simon jumped a bit. He realized that he had woken Jack up. The lead choir boy tended to sleep quite late, and if he was woken up, he got incredibly pissed. Ralph looked at Simon weird, and Simon mouthed the words 'I woke him up'. Ralph's face turned from one of confusion to one of horror. Simon nodded.

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang with me and Ralph, we're at Ralph's place!"

There was a pause, and then:

"You're where!" Jack screeched. Simon held the phone away from his ear.

"At Ralph's," Simon tried to answer with a much patience as he could.

"Alone!" Jack yelled again, furious. Simon realized that calling Jack probably hadn't been the smartest move.

"Uh-huh…" Simon's voice trailed off.

"I'm coming," Jack's voice sounded determined. The beep that signified Jack hanging up followed immediately after.

"Is he coming?" Ralph looked up at Simon from his bed. Simon walked over to him and sat down, looking at the floor.

"Yeah, but he's pretty pissed, so watch out."

Ralph nodded, thinking that Jack was mad because he was woken up early.

Simon looked at Ralph at laughed. Ralph had no idea of how much Jack liked him. He was completely oblivious.

Suddenly, a question filled Simon's brain. This, Simon knew, was never a good thing. Whenever he had the urge to ask someone a question, it had one of two outcomes:

He froze halfway through, said, "Oh, never mind," and dropped the subject.

The question ended up being totally uncalled for.

But Simon had to know. It was overwhelming.

"Umm, Ralph?" Simon asked.

"Yeah?" Ralph looked at Simon with his blue eyes. Simon forgot what he was going to ask him for a second, but an incoming text from Sam reminded him.

"Who do you like?" Simon asked, and blinked when Ralph crossed his arms and looked away from him.

"What'd I say?" Simon wasn't too surprised; it turns out that this time, the question ended up with option 'B'.

"I can't believe you'd ask me that?"

"What?" Simon asked again, confused.

"Isn't it obvious?" As soon as Ralph spoke those words, only one word passed through Simon's brain:

FUCK.

He likes Jack.

"Oh yeah, of course it is, I mean, Jack is so much taller, and smarter, and he can sing C sharp, which is a pretty high note, but I don't know, he can be quite irritable sometimes, Ralph, are you sure you-"

The brunette's rant was cut off by a kiss.

Ralph.

Was.

Kissing.

Him.

Simon was pretty sure he was about to faint, but then he remembered to kiss him back. Simon couldn't believe what Ralph did, he was kissing him! It seemed as if the world couldn't get any better.

But, as it turned out, it could get a hell of a lot worse.

The quick, shrill sound of someone holding back a scream came from the doorway. Ralph and Simon froze, broke the kiss, and Simon untangled his hands from Ralph's hair (even though he didn't remember putting them there). They both turned around to face a horrified Jack, his eyes widened in pure and utter horror.

"Simon?" He whispered.

Oh no, oh no, Simon thought.

And then, for the small brunette, the world went quite dark.

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