Complications
Rating: T
P.S. This is an AU. So there's no island or anything. ALSO I made them a tad bit older, (15, 16, 17, around there). Soo yeah.
Author's Note: This is so short... O_o
WARNING: Slash RalphxSimon and extremely hinted JackxSimon. This is slash, you no bash. :D
Jack always said it was gross, but I liked it. The way his brownish-blonde hair swept across his face. His lightly tanned skin and boxer build. The way his soft chocolate-brown eyes twinkled, shining with true leadership. That's something else that Jack didn't like. How he walked around "like he's some kind of God or something," as the red-head often put it. But what did Jack know anyway? We were done. Done with the talking, done with the smiling, done with the joking. It was all over. No more holding hands or kissing or quick blushed glances during class. No more 'Hey, there's Jack and Simon!'. From now on, it was just Simon. Just me. Who would choose that blasted savage anyway when you had a true leader smiling, practically holding out his hand to you?
I loved Jack. I really did. But he just wasn't Ralph. He just wasn't enough. He didn't have the same soft voice or the same pure smile. He wasn't like Ralph. He'd rather growl than laugh, stab than hug. He'd rather hold a spear than a shell. He'd rather be savage than civilized. He just wasn't for me, and Ralph was.
I remember the look on Jack's face when I walked in with Ralph, hands clasped, fingers intertwined like it was only yesterday. I'd expect him to be angry- furious even. To my surprise he wasn't. His face was calm, as he, along with all the other classmates, watched our entry, but his eyes portrayed his true feelings. His eyes shined and water leaked out the rims. He swiped he sleeve across his face and looked away from my gaze which was now on him. I didn't want it to ever be this way. I never wanted him to cry. I hoped he would understand, but he didn't.
He didn't understand the fact that we simply couldnt be together. The fact that Ralph's mere existence makes my heart pound and I just can't ignore that. It's not that I don't love you. Never that. It was never like that.
I warned him. He would kiss girls and take them on dates, and pretend I didn't exist. When he'd get back he'd tell me he was sorry until his face was blue and then he'd kiss me until my lungs forgot what oxygen even was but it didn't matter. It didn't make a difference.
Jack Merridew broke my heart and I broke his in return, but even now as I lie here, wrapped in Ralph's arms I think about what could've been.. And what never will be.