A/N: Hello again! This is the third (and final) story of Jack and Angel. Sorry this took me so long to write, but school and cheerleading have been killing me lately! Yes, I'm aware that this is a short chapter, but I promise they will get much longer! Anyways, this story pretty much sums up the rest of their lives. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Flies or any of the lyrics/poems I use. I only own Angel and anyone else not from the book.

Reminiscing the times when we have cared
On those blissful moments that we have shared
A million times though, we might have quarreled
Our love has stayed as always, still as real

Jack and I walked hand in hand into our new flat. Ever since we had finished our schooling, we had spent hours and hours of the night sitting in Molly's kitchen searching through newspapers for flats with a reasonable price. Now that we had finally found one, we were moving all of our things into it. Once we were settled in, Jack and I climbed into his black truck and headed into town to find a paint store.

Once we got there, we approached the display of colours and pondered on which ones we should get. I picked up a can of light grey.

"I want something like this for the bedroom. Something light, but not quite white."

Jack nodded thoughtfully. "You pick what you want. I'm a guy. I don't do decorating."

I laughed and put the paint in our cart. After careful decision, I decided on light grey for our room, baby blue for the guest room, light brown for the living room, lavender for the bathroom, and off-white for the kitchen. Satisfied with the colours I had chosen, I happily pushed the cart over to Jack to show him my selections. Jack nodded, claiming he didn't care about decorating, and went to go pay for them.

When we got back to our flat, I set out to work on painting. Jack took the living room and I took the bedroom. I dipped my brush into the thick paint and smeared grey all over the wall. We spent a good chunk of the day painting, with a few breaks in between. After I finished, I picked up the can of lavender paint and hauled it into the bathroom. Getting the small bathroom done in no time, I went to check Jack's progress. He was almost finished with the living room, as he carefully painted with a light brown colour. When he finally did finish, we decided to put off painting the kitchen and spare bedroom for another day. We both changed out of our paint stained clothes and flopped onto the couch. Jack picked up the phone and began dialing.

"Does Chinese food sound alright to you?" he asked.

As if on cue, my stomach growled loudly. "I think that answers your question," I laughed. Jack chuckled and lifted the phone to his ear, placing our order. When he hung up, his arm found its way around my neck.

"Can you believe it?" he asked looking around the flat. "We finally have a place to ourselves."

I smiled and cuddled against him. "I know. Much better than my boarding school room." I sighed remembering school. It reminded me of how much I missed Alice. I wondered how the old counselor was doing. True to my word on graduation, I still wrote to her. To recieve a letter back from the woman took a long time however. I also kept in touch with Ronnie since we left as well. We would occasionally write to each other and talk on the phone, promising each other lunch dates that were yet to happen. All I wanted to do at the moment was finish moving in and decorating the flat.

Jack drug me back into reality when I felt his warm lips on mine. I sighed as I took in his familar minty scent. Oh how I loved the smell of him. When his lips retracted, he looked around the room and groaned.

"We still have so much more work ahead of us," he complained.

I nodded. "It'll be worth it once it's finished." I layed across his lap and stared at the ceiling, making a mental check list of things that still needed to be done. We both jumped when we heard a sharp knock at the door. Getting up from Jack's lap, I shifted to the other part of the couch while he answered the door. He returned with our food, handing me mine. Sitting next to me, we both scarfed our food down hungrily.

"You know," I started, swallowing a noodle. "I could get used to this. Just me, you, a flat to ourselves, and Chinese food!" I stopped. It was true. No more having to sneak around in the school or Molly's house. We finally had a place to ourselves. It felt almost as if we were a married couple. Married. I smiled at the thought. Evangeline Merridew. It had a nice ring to it. I bit my lip and looked at Jack as his hand took mine.

"I like it too," he said. He squeezed my hand and rose up from the couch. Picking up a brush, he resumed painting. I set my empty takeout box down and grabbed a can of blue paint and headed towards the guest room. Covering the floor with canvas tarps , I opened the paint and dipped my brush in. As I painted, my thoughts ran wild. What was the purpose of this room going to be? No one would ever stay with us, so what would this room be? I bit my lip. The baby's room. I lifted my brush down from the wall and paused. Shaking my head, I let out a long sigh. I mentally scolded myself for getting way too ahead of myself. How could I even think about a baby at a time like this? I dipped my brush back into the paint and contiued painting, forgetting all my previous thoughts. After awhile, I glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly midnight. Deciding to give up for the night, I rinsed my paintbrush off and closed the paint lids.

After taking a quick shower and getting ready for bed, I walked into the room and found Jack asleep. My mouth fell open. How long had he been out for? Going into the living room, I noticed its paint job wasn't even finished. He was almost finished before we even started dinner! How could he not finish it out before going to bed? I did more work than him anyways. Huffing, I marched back up to the bedroom and threw back the covers. I slid in next to Jack and instantly fell asleep.

The next morning when I woke up, Jack was still asleep next to me. Rolling my eyes, I trudged downstairs and began making scrambled eggs. After I ate, I went straight back to the guest room and resumed painting. Finishing in a few hours, I switched out paints and headed to the kitchen. I grabbed the off-white paint and began to hastily slop it onto the walls, wondering what Jack was doing. After another hour of painting, my arm began to hurt. Setting the brush down, I crossed into the living room and fell onto the couch exhausted. I was too tired to even notice that Jack was finishing up his painting. Noticing my presence, he turned around.

"What's wrong?" he asked. He turned back to the wall so he could quickly finish.

"Arm's hurting," I called back. "You know, from actually doing working and painting!" I didn't realize how much venom came from my voice until it already came out. Jack stopped painting in mid stroke. He turned back around to face me, his eyebrows furrowed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he shot. Oh no. Here we go. It had been awhile since me and Jack had a fight, and I hoped and prayed it wouldn't turn into anything bad. Usually it ended with one of us cuddling into the other and apologizing.

"Nothing," I said calmly, trying not to make a big deal out of anything. "It's just I've painted every single room in the flat, and you haven't even finished your first room yet."

Jack's light blue eyes narrowed. "This room is bigger than all the other rooms though," he shot back.

I rolled my eyes. Trying to keep my cool, I took a deep breath. "Yes, but I have already painted three rooms. I would have finished my fourth, but my arm started cramping because that's what happens when you actually work hard on something." As soon as those words passed my lips, my hand shot up and covered my mouth. That did it.

"I work too!" With that, Jack threw his paint brush down and stormed out of the room.

"Jack!" I went to follow him, but stopped myself. Maybe I should just leave him alone for his temper to fade. I sat back down on the couch and brought my knees up, burying my face in them. I knew shouldn't have said anything. Jack can get set off so easily. Being around Jack had made me a stronger woman over the years. I had changed into a complete different person from the time span of age 16 to 19. When we had first landed on the island, I had never dreamed of sticking up for myself or fighting. I was always the shy, weak girl. Our arguement had also sparked another faint memory of the island. It reminded me of him and Ralph arguing over building shelters and hunting. I shook my head and reminded myself that if I wanted the sweet and loving Jack I was used to, I wasn't to do anything to send him off into a bipolar frenzy. Sighing, I heaved myself off the couch and made my way into our bedroom. I grabbed the doorknob and lazily twisted. To my surprise, I found it locked. I lightly tapped the door.

"Jack? Please open the door."

I heard the door unlock and waited for him to open the door. When he didn't, my hand reached out for the knob again and twisted. The door slowly opened and I walked into the room. I found Jack sitting on the bed staring into space. I sat down next to him and placed a light kiss on his cheek.

"Jack I'm sor-"

Jack cut me off with a kiss. Surprised, I kissed back with no idea what was going through his mind. When the kiss ended, Jack looked at me tenderly. "No, I'm sorry. I over reacted. It won't happen again."

He pulled me into a long hug. A forced smile crawled upon my lips. I knew, even though he claimed otherwise, that this was the first of many to come.