Jesus Christ I am so sorry for not updating this! But, I'm finally coming out of my slump! So, excuse the short chapter…AGAIN. I'm making it's update date every other Wed. for now on. And once again, the chapter is super short Dx but here you are c:, promise next one to be longer.
*Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to Lord of the Flies D:
[Familiar Faces]
Jack Merridew would love to come off as some bad-ass trouble maker. In his bizarre dreams he'd be fearless, wear leather, and hit anyone who bothered to defy his ideals. But, the truth was, Jack Merridew was nothing like that. In fact, the only time he had truly felt like his fantasized alter ego was four years ago, when he was stranded on an island. Then, he had been fearless; he was tough and could do anything he wanted to. However, civilization had put him back into his place. And, no matter how cool the red headed boy wanted to be, he would never feel that bold leadership he had so long ago. Which is why, as Jack stood with his blonde haired partner in front of a small convenience store, his hands were shaking inside his sweatshirt pockets.
The two teens began walking after they had rested their legs for a bit. And, conveniently, Jack's blind feet had taken them both into a more populated area of town, where there were an assortment of shops and apartments. This part of town wasn't exactly comfortable or welcoming, so the boys' disgusting appearances didn't turn too many heads. Though, Jack believed the new location was quite an improvement compared to their last residence. Ralph was oddly optimistic at the change in scenery and latched onto Jack's left arm hopefully.
"Are we getting close?" He asked, referring to the boys' home Jack had kind of…lied about. The red head stiffened awkwardly.
"Yeah," he mumbled, glancing around, "you hungry?" Jack's icy blue eyes landed on a small shop across the street that looked like it carried snacks. He wanted to take Ralph's mind off of his unsure promise. The blonde followed Jack's gaze to the small store.
"Do you have money?" He questioned wisely, letting go of the ex-chorister's arm. Jack quickly looked both ways before crossing the empty small road. Ralph was on his heals, pulling at his sleeves out of habit.
"Yes." Jack smiled, coming to a rest in front of the shop. He didn't tell Ralph that he didn't plan on spending it on food. The red headed boy wanted to save money for when he really needed it. So, he was planning on getting food with the help of the…five finger discount…you could say. Jack shoved his hands into his pockets. He'd never actually stolen anything before. And, even though what he was planning to steal probably wasn't a big deal, the ginger's heart was picking up pace inside his chest.
Jack could feel Ralph's questioning eyes on his face as he hesitated to open the door.
"You okay?" Ralph asked, tentatively poking the red head's shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm just still kind of tired." He yawned flakily before wrenching the wooden door open. A small bell chimed above the doorway to indicate the arrival of a new customer.
The place was oddly quaint for the area of town it was located in. Most everything in the shop was wood, including the floor, shelves, and counter where the clerk sat, reading a book. The shelves were packed with the predictable stock of food and hygiene items. There were only about three other people in the store that Jack could see.
"Why don't you go find something and come to me when you've got it?" Jack said to Ralph, smiling at the boy lazily. Ralph simply nodded and walked ahead into the store, seeming to sense Jack's strange mood.
The ginger himself began to walk where shampoo and soaps occupied the shelves, marveling in the idea of becoming clean. He grabbed different soap bars and brought them to his nose and inhaled the scent dreamily. Jack closed his eyes and continued to breathe in the floral aroma, naughtily thinking of covering Ralph in it, when his vision was suddenly cut short by the sound of a voice in his isle.
"What about this one?" It giggled. The red head snapped his eyes open and nearly dropped the bar of soap he was currently holding. He knew that voice, but couldn't put a finger on it. It was definitely familiar, but lower from age. It was only when he heard an identical giggle from the previously said that Jack instantly turned his head in the voices' direction.
He saw two teenage boys, smiling and sniffing random bars of soap. They both had blonde hair that was cut nice and short so as not to be inconvenient and shining green eyes. Each boy wore the same outfit, which looked like a brown school uniform. The faces and expressions they wore were completely and utterly identical. Not one difference could be seen between the two, and because of that, Jack knew exactly who they were.
It was Samneric—err Sam and Eric.
Thus, the bar of soap Jack had been holding fell to the ground, and collided onto the wooden floor with a loud thunk. The twins turned their heads at the said noise; their giggles subsiding immediately when their green eyes latched onto Jack's blue ones. For a moment, it was just a deafening silence until one of the twins—Jack didn't know who, he never bothered to tell them apart—stepped forward bravely and whispered, "Jack Merridew?"