This is the kind of sort of just a bit of fluff with Ralph and Simon. Plus, my messed up humor. And Toenails. Skip to the next chapter. You won't regret it. By the way, thank you Imamonter1221 for putting me on alerts.

Ralph grinned at the martini in his hand. Now that he was sixteen, but looked much older, he hadn't been carded for the pink, fruity beverage in his hand. His parents were elsewhere aboard the ship, leaving him alone (for once) so they could do parentish things in their suite. The ship personnel checked on the blonde teenager drinking the margarita every so often, but not often enough that it bothered him.

He was sitting up on the plush red seat and about to begin obnoxiously cutting his toenails just to bother the lady across the way when a small voice interrupted.

"May I sit here?" The dark haired boy asked.

Ralph said nothing, just clipped his toenails again.

"I said, may I sit here?"

"Aaa! There's a toenail in my eye!" Ralph yelled.

In the next moment, he was pushed downward onto the seat by a firm hand and the toenail was extracted from his left eye. "Here." said the boy, holding it out. "I've earned my right to sit, now." Ralph looked away, embarassed, and did not retrieve his toenail.

Simon threw it at the woman across the way. She screamed.

Sitting down on the plush lawn chair next to Ralph, Simon began the conversation by saying, "You know, you remind me of a guy I used to know. He was tall, blonde, muscular, you know, a hottie."

Ralph looked up, startled. "Are you hitting on me?"

"Nah, I'm too shy for that." said Simon. "Besides, I'm someone's boyfriend."He blushed though, and looked away.

Ralph just stared at him. He was bored, and the curtain of his mind was beginning to close. The boy with the black hair stared back. Now his whole face was bright red. It reminded Ralph of a moment where the same blush, on a very similar face, had appeared when that boy gave up his food for Piggy. And Ralph had found that even through his anger at at least three other boys, he felt a pang of jealousy.

Piggy.

Simon.

Ralph didn't realize that he had spoken aloud until someone's chest bumped against his shoulder. Having climbed over his lawn chair, the black haired boy was now halfway draped over Ralph, his long hair draped over to create a shadow for the both of them. "Ya?"

Ralph started again. "S-Simon?"