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It's quiet as he sits there. He knows the other dark-haired boy is reflecting on something as he often does. He feels the need to say something, he just doesn't know what. The lush green of the foliage and weeds make him think of the other boy's eyes. Those eyes that hold him the place where he belonged, not a hunter, but a choir boy, a friend.
Roger shifts awkwardly, the silence annerving him slightly. He looks at Simon, pondering. It's here with Simon that he feels whole.
Nothing matters, and he doesn't care about anything. He doesn't care about Ralph or Jack, hunting, or even getting rescued. All that matters to the island's native sadist is this small, quiet moment.
He turns partially to look at the introspective boy. The boy, ripped away from whatever daydream he was having, looks up and he smiles timidly, somewhat unsure of himself.
When Simon looks at Roger like this, Roger can't help but think of a littleun, maybe a lost child. Roger's stomach knots and explodes into a frenzy of wildly fluttering butterflies. He turns suddenly away to hide his blush, like one might expect a young toddler to do.
The sadist leans forward, his breath somewhat ragged. The younger of the two, closes his eyes, alos leaning in. When their lips meet, it's a rather clumsy, sloppy, and awkward affair.
Simon knows that this is beyond the skills of himself and Roger who initiated it.
Pulling away,Roger pouts, blushing somewhat. He sighs, dissapointed there wasn't any tingly feeling, no sudden revelation or enlightenment, although he admits to himself that it felt very nice. It might have been sloppy and clumsy, but with time, he think, they will learn.
" You know," Simon says, disturbing the silence, " for a first kiss, it wasn't like Ralph told me." the kind-hearted boy says, voicing his opinion this once. Roger looks, smiling.
" I expected it to make me course with an electric current." Neither of the boys knows what an electric current, but Roger decides to use anyway, to make his sentance sound educated.
" I'm glad it was with you though, Simon." Roger says, a small smile on his face. Leaning in, Simon pecks Roger's sheek. Both faces of the young british boys, flushing upon contact.
There is a ringing silence between the two.Untill Simon puts his delicate hand upon Roger's calloused, tan one.
" Me too."
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