That uh oh feeling
Chapter summary: In which Roger kidnaps Ralph. (Sorry, guys, this is a really short chapter)
Warnings: Roger's laughter, Ralph's 'must-oggle-Roger's-ass' moments, and past and present moments of Jack getting his ass kicked. Oh, and swearing.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews everyone! I'm glad you all enjoy it so much~ Here's the nest chapter, I hope you like it! I apologize for it being so short, I'll have another one up speedy quick.
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Lord of the Flies.
It had only been five minutes, but already Roger was developing a headache. It always happened, because everyone else was fortunate enough to escape the truly, truly moody blonde's mood swings. Meanwhile, Roger was always abandoned with the job of cheering up their distressing damsel. It was going to drive him insane. "Ralph, it's nothing to worry about..." Roger sighed, rubbing his temples. "It took us longer than three hours to find you when you locked yourself out on the roof." he pointed out, heaving a sigh as he looked back at the hysteric blonde. Damnit, why was it always him? Why couldn't it be Jack for once? After all, he was only crackers about the kid! Or Simon, even! Although, in retrospect, the last time they'd sent Simon out on 'go fix Ralph' duty all by his lonesome, they'd both ended up a sniveling mess. Though, it probably hadn't helped that they had already lost Ralph twice that week... But that wasn't important. What was important, was that Roger was feeling just a little too much like mommy.
Mommy or not, though, he couldn't just let Ralph sit there. So, it was with a strategy only earned after long hours of shooting an unaware Jack with rubber bands at just the right angle, and a great deal of elbow grease that came from putting up with Ralph's shenanigans, that Roger finagled the sobbing boy out of his hidey hole. And directly into his lap. Roger frowned, Ralph turned scarlet, and all was silent for a moment as awkwardness fell upon them. Only when Ralph looked as if he were about to crawl back into his hole did Roger attack, dragging the blonde away from his vice. And for good measure, Roger went to the liberty of throwing Ralph over his shoulder, so that any escape attempts would land him flat on his face.
Ralph protested half heartedly, more than a little lost in the whole 'Ohmygod, he's carrying me!' sort of moment that would make anyone swoon. And also, for the fact that from this angle… He had the perfect view of Roger's ass. A faint blush colored Ralph's cheeks as he huffed, and folded his arms against Roger's back, but made no move to escape. "Just be glad it wasn't Jack that found you." Roger muttered, scowling as he navigated his way through the massive piles of clutter. It was only that much harder to do while carrying Ralph, but, y'know… No big deal or anything. Normally, the blonde would've been on his own two feet, but he had a nasty habit of retreating back into whatever hole he'd just been pulled out of. Ralph shuddered and, expertly, unfolded his arms and wrapped them around Roger in an awkward hug. (Not that it wasn't awkward hugging Roger on regular terms anyway.) "That was horrifying." Ralph mumbled, blushing a little as his gaze wandered down to watch as Roger walked.
And indeed it had been. There had been only several occasions that - when they could not find Ralph - that Jack had been the first to locate the poor boy. It wasn't that bad, the majority of them… But the last time he had found him… Oh, sweet Jesus! Apparently they'd been searching for a grand total of seven hours, not only because Ralph had forgotten to eventually come out of his hiding space, but he'd fallen asleep as well. None the less, Ralph had been found at the bottom of Jack's closet, wrapped up in the choir cape as a blanket. It wasn't all that often that one stumbled upon Ralph sleeping - because he was very, very paranoid about being so vulnerable - but it was always so damn adorable to see him like that. He had the cutes sleepy face! Not that Jack thought that, or anything, but… It was just common knowledge. Erm… Well, maybe not common, per say… But lost in the sea of cuteness, Jack had forgotten Ralph's unspoken do-not-touch-me-when-I-sleep-for-the-love-of-pandas rule, and proceeded to go and pick up the snoozy blonde.
Which he deeply regretted all of three seconds later, as Ralph woke up and "flipped the hell out,", as Simon so eloquently put it. Ralph let out a muffled attempt at a war cry and, with no reservations, attacked the redhead like very, very pissed off lion. Or Simon before he's had his coffee. (Which was quite possibly the most terrifying thing any of them had ever encountered.) Needless to say, Jack had spent several hours getting stitched up and nursing sore bruises, as well as yet another broken nose. Ralph, on the other hand, did not sleep so much as a wink for the next week, which resulted in an intervention, where they simply had to knock him out for his own good.
"Still not quite sure who to feel sorry for." Roger laughed.
Ralph cringed an - because Roger was both very ticklish, and Ralph was the only one that ever got away with it - pressed his fingertips into the dark haired boy's sides and began tickling him mercilessly. Now, this was not always the best idea when Roger was dragging him out of hiding, as he often did, but it was always… Adorable. Ralph grinned as he felt Roger shake with laughter, trying desperately to capture the blonde's hands before he dropped him, as his laughter bounced off of the walls of the dusty room. "Should be me, obviously," Ralph laughed as his hands were captured at last. "I had a horrible time trying to sleep after that."
"Jack got sent to the hospital."
"It wasn't as if it was the first time he'd done it!" Ralph said defensively.
"This is true… But you did maul him."
"He was terrifying in a dark closet!"
"…I got nuthin'."
Ralph laughed, and as they were finally free of the clutter piles, was content to simply watch as Roger walked, making no move to protest as he was carried off. Or, as he liked to put it, rescued by his personal Prince Charming.
Simon had been running for a good five minutes before he finally stopped, feeling as if he were finally safe from whatever it was that had been about to attack him. He sighed and smiled a bit as he straightened up, and grinned cheekily. He was alright… He was alive! So, now that he was no loner in great peril of suddenly dropping dead, he continued on his search for Ralph. This was all fine and dandy until he opened one of the closet doors - as Ralph was prone to disappearing into them - and promptly screamed as he found some sort of something in there. Yes, there was the usual rubbish, but this was something that definitely did not belong in there. As it started to move out of the closet, Simon jumped backwards out of the way and in much the same way Ralph had done once upon a time, went batshit crazy.
A/N: that's all for now! Thanks for reading~
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