Disclaimer: I, sadly, am not a deceased bearded man and, therefore, do not own Lord of the Flies or any of the characters associated with it. Man, it hurts every time.

Onwards!

Movie Night

Roger continued to stare intensely into the black void before him, the occasional comments like, 'the fuck am I doing this for?" and estimations of if-I-ran-how-far-could-I-get swirling round his head.

This didn't go on for too long though, because within a matter of minutes the black screen of the television was blocked by a head of messy brown hair, and then Roger's eyes found a new target: Maurice's.

His own dark pools of chocolate glared intensely into the bright, honey eyes closely before him. In fact, they were too close for his liking.

He reached out and roughly pushed the taller, slightly younger boy back - although not very far. No, he'd never admit that this boy was slightly stronger and heavier than him - and growled, "Maurice," said boy grinned at the sound of his name passing through Roger's lips, and at the way he caressed every syllable. Beautiful, even in his gruff voice, "look, do we really have to fucking do this? It's stupid."

Maurice sighed, but his grin stayed firmly in place, "Roger, Roger, Roger. You lost the bet. And now you have to spend the entire night here, with me, for movie night." Seeing as Roger was opening his mouth to protest, he added, "and we're going to watch whatever I want."

"How the bloody hell was I supposed to know that you were actually going to jump of of that damn roof!" Roger cried incredulously, rubbing his forehead in frustration, "I mean I knew you were a fucking idiot but I didn't think you'd be suicidal to prove it!"

"I'm not an idiot, I'm a freaking genius." Maurice replied matter-of-factly, "now stay still while I grab the movie and, since you'll only burn it to spite me, make the popcorn too."

Roger didn't reply. Instead he decided to do what every responsible seventeen year old would do in this situation: huff, turn his gaze away from Maurice's, and glare at the floor. Yes, add a few mumbled profanities like,"yeah, you go make that popcorn. I'll stuff that fucking popcorn down your throat, you little shit" and you could safely say that Roger was a very sensible seventeen year old.

With Roger sufficiently occupied, Maurice skipped away to do just what he'd said.

Roger sat as far away from Maurice as was physically possible, which was also kind of funny. His body was exaggeratedly pressed up against the arm of the chair, body and head turned towards the only light in the room (which came from the TV) with his head in his hand, and his face etched with its usual expression: disapproval.

Maurice, however, simply scooted along the sofa until he was close enough to Roger for his liking which, of course, meant pressed up against him.

Roger sighed for perhaps the hundredth time. Maurice was clearly taking advantage of every minute of winning this bet, and wasn't going to let him get away with ignoring him for the entire night.

"You want me to tell you what we're watching?" Maurice asked. Roger took a quick glance at him, knowing that Maurice wouldn't have noticed because of the poor lighting. Roger could see the room perfectly fine though. He was very used to sitting in dark places. They were his favourite.

"No, but I presume you're going to tell me anyway." Came the monotonous reply.

"It's called The Fault in Our Stars. I rented it from the library." Roger groaned, "God, Maurice, I don't want to watch a stupid ass film where a girl falls in love with a guy and everything is just perfect. But, oh no, there's an even hotter guy that has a thing for her and she'll happily string along the perfectly nice guy while simultaneously messing around with the hot one - look, this is gonna be just like the fucking Notebook, isn't it?" Growled Roger, "If I have to sit through shit like that again, I'm going to kill you. Seriousl-"

Maurice shut him up by covering Roger's mouth with his hand, which was really quite brave, considering Roger had these weird sharp canines which, although he'd never tell him, Maurice thought were actually pretty cute. Especially when he smiled. Which was never.

Anyway.

"Roger, silly, TFIOS is nothing like tha-"

"The fuck?" Roger replied, although due to Maurice's hand, it sounded more like something along the lines off "frer fruck".

Maurice choice to ignore this, and said, "it's a very, very good story that both girls and guys have come to appreciate. And there aren't any love triangles so don't you worry that pretty little- ewwwwwwwwwwww" Maurice's face contorted in disgust, "did you seriously just lick my hand?"

The beginnings of a smirk tugged at the corners of Roger's lips, "seriously? Every time somebody does that, their hand gets licked. I'd have thought you'd have seen it coming by now. Saying that, you do have the attention span of Dory." Maurice was too shocked, and slightly impressed, by the fact that Roger had sat through an entire Disney film.

Apparently, there is still some part of him that is human.

Then he remembered that what he'd said was actually an insult.

Before he could come back with a great retort, the sound from the TV made both teens jump. Ah. The play menu. "Just sit back, and enjoy." Maurice said, widening his arms for extra effect (and afterwards not so subtly doing the oh-i-really-need-to-stretch-but-I'm-done-now-oh-look-at-that-my-arm-is-around-your-shoulder-oops-funny-how-that-happens-sometimes-hey-isn't-this-movie-great-you-should-really-just-continue-watching-and-just-pretend-I'm-not-even-here).

Roger was actually too preoccupied with contemplating whether or not he would die if he made a swan dive out the window.

Well, Maurice's college apartment was on the fifth floor. So yeah, no amount of wishful thinking could disguise that he was never going to make that...

Then again... anything would be better than thi-

No. Roger looked at Maurice from the corner of his muddy eyes. Maurice wasn't a bad kid. Sure, he was highly annoying. And he's refused to stop bugging Roger for the past seven years despite the many warnings (he'd even left a dead mouse inside his desk before) and violence - which did result in the breaking of Maurice's arm on one occasion... he really shouldn't have tried to sneak up on Roger, even if it was to hug him... Especially if he was trying to hug him - but he never let Roger feel alone or unwanted, two things he'd dealt with for the majority of his short seventeen years of living. Right now, Maurice's face was free from his usual grin. Instead, he just looked….. Calm….. And relaxed, his eyes trained on the TV as he clicked the play button. Oh, his eyes.

He'd never really thought they were anything special before. They were just brown. Lots of people had brown eyes. Big whoop.

But recently, particularly in the past few days, and definitely at this very moment, he could see that they really were… pretty? Maurice didn't just have plain brown eyes, they were….. How had he described them before? Right, they were honey brown. A really rich shade of honey brown, littered with chocolate brown specks, the same shade of Roger's own eyes. And when he was smiling they just seemed to light up like fireworks, almost weakening Roger's internal defences by wanting to smile right back at him, instead of his usual response to Maurice's happiness. This was to scowl, or glare, or anything to unnerve the younger boy. Anything to get that damn smile off of his face.

Roger's eyes lowered to Maurice's lips now, his gaze hesitating for a split second, before he quickly averted his gaze. He did not need these thoughts right now. He returned his focus to the TV, anything to distract him from the boy sitting so… enticingly, almost sinfully close to him.

Stupid Maurice.

And stupid shitty film.

"OH MY FUCKING FUCK I-"

"Calm down, it's just a film!"

"YOU COULDN'T HAVE WARNED ME THAT HE WAS GOING TO DIE?"

"But I thought you would enjoy it! You love when people die."

"BLOODY HELL I-"

"Roger."

"I SWEAR IF I WERE A GIRL, I'D-"

"Roger? Roger, are you seriously crying?"

"Fuck off."

It was Maurice's turn to sigh - although still grinning, mind you - and went in to hug Roger. Which actually worked really well at first, what with Roger's pale cheeks colouring to a healthy pinkish glow.

Before, you know, Roger's slapped him in the face.

"Ow, Roger!"