Hellos everyone! Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, you all made me really happy (Enked, yours made me especially happy :D). We get to meet Simon in this chapter, which is exciting news in my personal opinion. Erin is a little more outgoing in this chapter with Simon than she will be around the other biguns besides Piggy, so sorry if it's a little out of character. There's two chapters until all the drama really starts, I know that's starting kinda early, but I have a lot of plans so this story will probably not be too short. I'm hoping that I'll get more reviews for this chapter, so if your reading this no matter who you are or what you thought I want you to review it. And respond to my poll. Anyways here's the story.

Simon: Aren't you forgetting something?
Hammsters: Uh, I don't think so
Jack: Yea, you are forgetting something
Hammsters: Go away Jack, no one wants you here.
Simon: Well that wasn't very nice
Jack: Hey! I thought I was your favorite!
Hammsters: Correction, you got bumped to my second favorite, Simon's my favorite now. Besides, you're the bad guy in this story so no one likes you.
Jack: NOt cool.
Simon: Anyways, just say it.
Hammsters: Never.
Roger: Say it
Hammsters: NO. And go away Roger, you scare me a little bit, even if you are my third favorite.
Erin: Ugh, I'll say it. Hammsters (who is a slightly more annoying and stubborn version of me) owns nothing except for me and the idea for this particular story. Now let's get onto said story shall we?

I stumble through the trees in search of the littluns and Piggy. Why I agreed to play Sardines with them, I have no idea. Who plays Sardines on an island? Who I ask you, WHO? Now here I am, getting clawed at by branch after branch. I feel very exposed to the elements in my super short-shorts, navy blue camisole and short sleeved green shrug. BTW yesterday's prediction was correct, I have fire truck red blotches all over my arms and legs. I'm not even completely burned, I burned I patches like my sister for crying out loud! I can only think of one thing that could make this situation worse. Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaase don't let there be poison ivy! I've been so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I don't notice the giant palm tree log in my path until it's too late. It hits me in the shins and I begin hurdling down towards the ground. Just as I'm about to face-plant for the second time in two days, someone grabs my shoulders and yanks me back to my feet.

"Are you all right?" Whoever it is asks. I look up and see the black-haired boy, Simon, standing a foot or two away. I didn't notice before, but he's actually kinda cute. Not exactly Abercrombie&Fitch material, but cute in like a slightly dorky way. You know, adorable. I nod.

"Yea, thanks." I say kinda quietly.

"No problem. Just out of curiosity, what are you doing out here all by yourself?" he asks curiously.

"I was playing Sardines with the Piggy and the littluns. I think I'm the last one still looking." I explain.

"Do you want me to help you look?"

"I appreciate the offer, but aren't you supposed to be hunting?" I ask, eyeing his spear and the black, brown, red, and white war paint on his face that he's absently trying to rub off.

"I think I'll pass on that. I don't want to hunt, never did, but Jack made me go. He said it was the whole choir's job to get food for everyone. I think he was just hoping for the opportunity to embarrass me." He explains.

"Okay then," I say. We search for the hiding children in silence for a minute or two.

"That's a cool bracelet," he comments, pointing to the string tied around my wrist. It's an aquamarine colored braid with beads and miniature sea shells braided in.

"Thanks." I say. "It's supposed to be for good luck, but seeing as our plane crashed, I don't think it's doing its job very well." Simon chuckles softly.

"No, I don't think it is. So where are you from?"

"Suburbs of Chicago, how 'bout you?" I say.

"Just outside of Springfield. Everyone in the choir is from there," he says.

"Aw that's so cool!" I exclaim. "Do you ever go to the Lincoln Museum?"

"I love that place!" He says.

"So do I!" I agree. "I went to Springfield over spring break and that museum was like, one of the best parts of the trip!" Simon and I talk about the highlights of the Lincoln Museum for a while, then the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago, then art museums and art, onto our favorite artists and somehow wind up talking about Jim Gaffigan. "I gotta say, Hot Pockets are my favorite Jim Gaffigan jokes. That part of the show is a masterpiece!" I say. He shakes his head.

"No, the bacon jokes are the best by far." Simon insists. " 'Even the sound bacon makes when it's being made sounds like applause. Yay! Yay Bacon!' " he quotes.

" 'Now they have a breakfast Hot Pocket. FINALLY! Now you can have a Hot Pocket for breakfast, a Hot Pocket for lunch and be dead by dinner.' "I counter with a Hot Pocket quote.

" 'I love how at the end of every buffet there's a giant plate of bacon. It's the promised land! And then you begin to regret everything on your plate. What is this? Fruit? What do I need fruit for?'"

" 'Now Hot Pockets come with instructions on the back. Take out of box, put directly in toilet.' " In addition to the quote, I act out putting a Hot Pocket in the toilet like Jim Gaffigan does. Simon laughs.

"Yea, that's a pretty good one, but can it top this?" He's about to begin quoting another joke when I hear a sound coming from the bushes.

"Sh! She's coming!" I look to Simon.

"Did you hear that?" He nods.

"I think we found your friends." He tells me. I smile mischeviously.

"Let's scare 'em," I suggest. He grins devilishly. I tell him my plan, he nods, and disappears into the jungle. I walk up to the bushes and look behind them. "Found ya!" The little boys and Piggy all stand up.

"How'd you find us?" Willie asks.

"Heard you guys yakkity yakking," I reply. They giggle a little bit.

"Who were you talking to?" Percival asks. I pretend to be confused.

"I wasn't talking to anyone," I lie. THeir eyes get all wide.

"Then who did we hear talking?" Willie asks. I lean in close and whisper:

"Maybe it was a ghost." They gasp.

"Really?" Johnny asks worriedly.

"Are there even ghosts all the way out here?" Willie asks nervously. I nod.

"Especially all the way out here. You guys better be careful or they'll come out and..." I start Simon chooses that moment to jump out of the trees, grab one of the boys shoulders and shout,

"Got ya!" The littluns all scream and Simon and I laugh.

"Oooh, we got you guys good." I tease. The boys all begin to laugh with us.

"That was fun!" Percival yells.

"Do it again, do it again!" Willie shouts. The other little boys shout in agreement. I shake my head.

"Sorry boys, it's getting late, you need to eat and go to bed," I say. They all pout.

"We don't want to go to bed," Willie whines. "We wanna play with you and Piggy and Simon."

"Forevers and evers!" Percival adds.

"Sorry guys, but she's right," Simon tells them. "But don't worry, we can all play again tomorrow."

"Promise?" Percival asks.

"Promise." Simon answers. Willie looks at him doubtfully.

"Cross your heart and hope to die, stick a needle in your pie?"

"Stick a needle in your pie?" Piggy asks in confusion. "I thought it was stick a needle in your eye."

"NO silly, that would hurt," Willie answers, giggling.

"Okay, cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my pie." Simon laughs. I walk the boys back to where the group has been staying.

"Good night Erin!" Simon and Piggy both call.

"Good night guys!"

Wow. This was a very long, very lame chapter. I'm slightly ashamed of myself. Whatever, you've met pretty much all the characters, so who do you think the romance is with?
A.) Ralph
B.) Jack
C.) Piggy
D.) Simon
E.) Roger
Just sos you knows, that last one was a lie.
There, now review and tell me who you think the romance is with and what you think of the story and so on and so forth. I really don't care what you say in your review, you could talk about Wimbledon for all I care! Just please review and respond to my poll. Peace out everyone!