Hello, how do you do, I am a fellow fanfic writer. Awesome intro, right? I'm not quite sure how this fanfic is go (whether it'll be good or not), so reviews please!

"Delilah!" Ralph shouted, splashing his arms frantically in the glittering ocean water. "Delilah! Where are you?" He was on the verge of becoming hysterical. There was no way he could lose his little sister, not when they'd made it this far. He squinted his eyes until they became little blue slits in the blinding sun. Finally, a little blonde head showed itself, bobbing above water. Ralph swam and gripped his hand on Delilah's shoulder. "Delilah, are you all right? Are you okay?"

She nodded, coughing up saltwater. "I'm fine, Ralph, I'm fine."

Ralph lead her to the nearby island, checking over his shoulder repeatedly to make sure she didn't disappear into the blue darkness below. They both landed safely on the hot white sand, and Ralph made complete sure of it. "Did you get hurt? Are your eyes burning? Can you breathe?" he bombarded her with questions.

"Ralph, I'm fine, I promise you!" she chuckled, although this was no laughing matter. The two siblings had barely escaped the war on a plane taking only children, which ended up getting hit above water, anyway. Kids were probably scattered, but it was hard to see. Ralph stood and glanced around.
"Would you be up for walking?" he asked. "Because if you're not, we can wait, don't worry about it-"

"Ralph," Delilah interrupted, slipping off her shoe and shaking it dry. "I'm 17. It's not that much younger than 18, you don't have to treat me like I'm five." Ralph nodded. This was one of his habits that he never seemed to get rid of. He was just too protective of his sister to loosen his grip. He never saw his little sister very often, seeing as how they went to different schools. Ever since their mother died, Ralph and Delilah were sent to boarding schools because their father was in the Navy. Neither school was co-ed, but Ralph still felt like he had to shield his younger sister. Delilah understood this and was extremely thankful, but it sometimes just seemed too much. The only reason she was with him now was because of the war evacuation in her school. Since there was nowhere else to go, Ralph's all-boy school made an exception for her stay.

"Right, sorry," Ralph said. "Well I suppose we should see what this island has to offer."

Ralph eased his watch over his little sister a bit, but not by much. Delilah wasn't much less worried than he was, but she had a bit more of an innocent free-spirit – in a good way. She spent the walk admiring the healthy green leaves and small creatures wallowing in their natural sun-filled habitat. It had been so long since she went to the beach and seen anything like this. In fact, the last time she remembered going to see the ocean with her brother was before her mother died and before her father went out to war.

Ralph and Delilah came across a lagoon, glimmering and inviting them to jump in. Ralph didn't think twice before beginning to take off his school shirt. "Don't worry, I wore my boxers today," Ralph said, sneaking a joking smile to his sister.

"It wouldn't matter to me, I've already seen you naked," Delilah replied. Ralph leaped into the water and resurfaced with a look of befuddlement.

"What? When?" he asked, shaking water from his sandy blonde hair. Delilah approached the lagoon and sat on the edge, but didn't enter.

"Don't you remember when you were 10 and accidentally walked in on your bubble bath-"

"Hey! Remember, that never happened." Delilah smirked, but it didn't last long for Ralph grabbed her arm and tugged her into the water. She shrieked and gave her brother a shove, starting a splash-frenzy. A voice interrupted their aqua-war.

"Excuse me!" it said. The water waves slowed as the siblings turned to face a plump boy a few feet away from the lagoon. "Hello," he greeted. Minding her manners, Delilah climbed out and stood face to face with him. Ralph urged her to slip on his somewhat dry school shirt, but she rolled her eyes at him and his protection. The plump boy looked like he could range between the ages of 15 to 18. He wore thick-lensed glasses and started tucking in his school shirt when approached by Delilah. She thought it was sweet, but pitied him at the same time. She wondered if this was one of the few times he talked to a girl about his own age when he cheeks began flushing.

"Hi," Delilah smiled, hoping to ease his nervousness. It didn't seem to work very well. "What's your name?" she asked.

"You can call me what you'd like, as long as it's not what the boys at school call me," he answered, smiling shyly.

"What's that?" Delilah asked him.

"Piggy."

Ralph erupted into a giggle fit, splashing about the water like a two year old. "Piggy!" he cried between heavy breaths of laughter. "Piggy!"

Delilah smiled a bit, but she didn't approve. She knew how immature her brother could be, and she also knew how rude he could be. Not necessarily a bully, but a teaser. Piggy obviously seemed hurt by this, looking down at the ground and shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I'm sorry about him," Delilah assured him. "He's still living in his infant years. Well, I'm Delilah and that's my brother Ralph."

Piggy nodded. "I just transferred to this school. I haven't been here very long. Why are you here? I thought this was an all boys school." The words ran off of his tongue like they were on a high speed treadmill.

"I stayed with my brother because of the war," she answered. Piggy nodded and began cleaning his glasses. He took Ralph into account and sat by the lagoon, sticking in his feet.

"Why don't you just come in?" Ralph asked him, floating naturally as if he were part fish. "It's nice."

"I would, but I don't swim because of my asthma."

"Asthma?" Ralph asked, reflecting over this while glancing up and down Piggy's plump, non-athletic figure. "More like ass-ma."

"Ralph!" Delilah chuckled lightly, watching her brother laugh about his own joke that he was apparently very proud of. "It's not that funny."

"I beg to differ," he laughed. "Where's your humor?" Delilah shook her head. She didn't have exactly the same sense of humor as him, one of the differences between them. Appearance wise, there were hardly any highly distinguishable differences. They both had sandy blonde hair, aqua blue eyes (though Delilah's were possibly a bit softer), and were attractive. Ralph had the football-quarterback figure that so many girls favored. Delilah had a healthy, feminine figure that Ralph made sure no one drooled over or watched in front of him.

Piggy began talking, though Ralph and Delilah hardly gave a listen.

"Hey, hey do you see that?" Piggy asked.

"What?" Ralph said.

"That shell over there. It's a conch."

Out of curiousity, Ralph swam to where the conch sat upon a rock and fetched it back. "Blow it, it'll make a loud noise!" Piggy urged as Ralph climbed out of the water. Ralph smirked and muttered under his breath so quietly that only Delilah could hear it, "That's what he said." She gave him a push and waited for him to blow the shell. After a few tries and stifling laughter, a loud noise emitted through the conch and echoed throughout the whole island, calling every child, boy, and guy.

Any guesses for who might be paired up with Delilah? It's pretty early, but I'd love to know the suspicions!