A/N: 'No Sunlight' is an after the island story of Ralph. He has been home for a few weeks and move to the English countryside. This is just for fun and your enjoyment, I am in no way associated with the author or anything to do with Lord of the Flies at all. If I did, that would be awesome. c:

It will be updated slowly but surely, I procrastinate when it comes these type of things. But I do enjoy writing this, so some chapter might come quicker than I usually have them come in.

The main focus of this is NOT romance, but if you guys would like some romance intertwined in this, then please leave some suggestion and comment in the reviews. c: I wouldn't mind putting in romance, but I don't want it to take over the story.

The title, and the majority of chapter titles will be titles of songs or lyrics from songs by Death Cab for Cutie and the Postal Service. Again, I am in no way associated with them, but if they would like me to be associated with them, then that would be cool.

Hope you guys enjoy! Please r&r. c:

Song - Suddenly Everything has Changed by the Postal Service

lyrics by the Flaming Lips

No Sunlight: Chapter One

Suddenly Everything has Changed

I sat on a couch, an ugly, stained yellow couch. To the left of me, a girl on the other side of the loveseat. I turned my face to her slowly, but quickly looked away as soon as I saw she was looking at me. She had thin brown hair, and a pair of big, brown eyes to match. Her hair was pulled back into a high pony tail, and she wore a light blue dress, a little above her knee. She had freckles, and her skin was slightly tanned.

She was a nice looking, average girl, compared to myself anyways.

I had just been back at home for about a week or two. My skin was still badly burnt, and dark purpleish circles outlined my lower eye lid. I still looked as thin as ever, but I think right now, I looked extra thin. But, hey, at least my hair got cut.

I looked around for something to look at. The girl's home, at least I think it was the girl's home, was very . . . decorated. Picture frames, painting, and cheesy quotes like "there's no place like home." I rubbed my fore arm nervously, looking into the room where my parents and her parents were in. The room was separated by a half closed door. I wondered what they were talking about.

"So, what's your name?"

I jumped at the sudden voice. My heart began pumping a little harder. I turned to the girl across from me, assuming it was from her. I mean, she was the only one in the room anyways. She didn't look at me, but she looked down at her hands, playing with her thumbs. Her hands were clasps, and the thumbs rolled over each other in a fluid motion.

My mouth was dry, I licked my cracked lips, "Ralph," I answered, "I'm Ralph." I think my voice cracked.

She giggled.

"That's a nice name."

I looked down, slightly blushing from the slip up. My voice cracking was becoming common, and it happens many times through out the day. My mom said it was because my voice is beginnning to get deeper, on account of puberty or something.

There was a pause; I looked up at her and she looked up at me. I think she was waiting for me to say something else.

Oh yeah, right.

"What's your name?" I asked, finally.

"Emily." She looked up at me while saying this.

"That's a nice name."

The girl, apparently named Emily looked back down at her hands, beginning to play with her thumbs once more. There was another deep silence, and I could tell it was bothering her. But I didn't mind so much. But silence was a time to think, and there were just times where I preferred not to just think of what I've accomplished in the last few days. She seemed to be looking for something to talk about. Girls talked a lot, I noticed. It's like, if they weren't talking, they weren't doing anything right.

Emily looked up at me again, "You just moved here, right?" She paused, "Right next to my house?"

I nodded, unaware of how stand offish I was being. "Yeah."

She waited to see if I was going to add anything to that, but nothing else came out. Emily continued. "Did you like it at your old house?"

"Not really."

"You like it here?"

"Not really."

I was completely neutral about moving and about staying at my house. The only thing that mattered was transferring to another school, but my parents just had to take to another level. Appently, the was going to be some 'fresh new start' or some rubbish like that. But to me, it was completely the same. I was still in the gloomy England, and I still have my memories.

Emily was about to say something, but was interrupted by the four adults walking into the living room. They were smiling and were perky as could be. It was kind of annoying.

"You two've met each other, I suppose." The man who I did not know asked, but I guess he was Emily's father. He knelt beside me, holding out his hand. "It's nice to meet you Ralph." He said somewhat slowly, like I was an idiot.

I took his hand, unwillingly and shook it in a way that was anything but firm.

"As a warm welcoming, Ralph . . ." What was with everyonee directing there attention to me? My mother smiled that motherly smile, ". . . Emily's family is offering for you to make friends with her and come over for play dates and all that."

They have got to be kidding me.

I stay silent though, and so did Emily.

I looked over to her, while she stared at her parents. And I felt embarressed, for me, for her. It was like I had to ask my parents if they could make friends for me. I looked down, my eye brows narrowing.

This was stupid.

"Ralph," My mother called, "You can come to her house everyday if you'd like." She paused, "She's going to be homeschooled as well."

There was yet another deep silence, until someone said:

"We'll let you guys get to know each other."

I didn't see who it was though, I was still looking down.

Emily sighed, standing up from the couch, "Would you like to go adventuring?" She asked. Though it seemed like she would be going whether I was going to go or not.

"Adventuring?" My head tilted.

"Well, this is the country side," She said a matter-of-factly, "There's a small forest like thing a quarter mile from my house." Emily paused, and began talking again, "It's not much, just a few tall trees here and there." She smiled at me, "It's a nice place to play hide and go seek."

It seemed harmless, so I shrugged.

"Is that a yes?"

"Why not?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Yeah, it is."

Emily began walking, knowing that I was trailing behind her. She unlocked the sliding door and pulled it open, and a gust of wind flew by our faces. She walked onto the other side of the door, the outside, and waited until I went to the other side as well. She closed it behind me.

We walked on the paved road outside of Emily house, walking on a bridge that towered some hundered feet above a shallow river. We continued on the paved road, and I saw a small group of trees in the distance.

"It's nice here." I began, looking around and not talking to anyone in particular. I looked up at the orange-brown sky, dotted with cotton like clouds here and there. It was mid afternoon I think, and the weather was neither too hot or too cold. It was autum weather, perfect. "Y`know, this countryside stuff." I stuffed my hands in my tan colored trousers, "It not so bad."

"Yeah," Emily said in a deep sigh, not directly talking to anyone either. "I love it here." She looked over to Ralph, smiling sweetly, "I think you'll like it here too." She paused, hesistant to ask the next question, but she did anyway. "Hey, Ralph?"

"Yeah?" I looked over to her.

"Why'd you move over to this place?"

I stopped walking, and it seemed like time stopped as well. There was too many reasons why I had moved to put into one sentence. And it seemed like if I did ever tell her why I moved here, it would land me in a mental hospital.

But I didn't tell her, so it was fine.

For the most part anyways.

Emily stopped as soon as she noticed that I had stopped walking.

"Ralph?"

"Well," I began, "It's complicated."

"Okay." Emily began walking again, I followed right next to her.

We continued on the paved road, silent and a tiny bit tense.

I ran my hand through my hair, and brought them into my pockets. My eyebrows narrowed and I looked down at the pavement. I wondered, why did she have to bring that up? Why couldn't she think before she asked me that? Why couldn't just keep her mouth shut and not talk to me?

But then I figured, it was because she was a girl, and girls talk a lot. It's like, if they weren't talking, they weren't doing anything right.

I looked over to her, and she stared straight ahead, oblivious, and unaware of how much I wanted to cry at that very moment.

I helded it in though, for the sake of my dignity and our potential friendship.

I could never tell her what hell I've been through.

I could never.

Then it goes fast ; You think of the past

Suddenly everything has changed