LOTF Estrogen and Testosterone
Chapter 3: Confessions around a blaze
They packed up their things and placed them behind a large rock on their way back to the campsite HQ. They didn't need little noses muddling through their stuff, not that they wanted it anyway. By the time they had reached the site, most of the boys had left and Piggy was walking toward a large bonfire.
Rebecca, after noticing the depressed look on his face, promptly said goodnight to Val and runs off to the pudgy boy.
"Hey!" She called, waving her hands, trying to signal the large boy. Piggy barely turned his head at the sound of her voice. As he noticed her, he tried to stand taller and compose himself.
"Hey, where you going?" The light brown haired girl stopped to talk to him. Piggy, the fat, asthmatic kid with no place; he had to will his voice to come from his throat.
"I was just heading over to watch the fire." He felt his breath hitch as she smiled at him,
"Want some company?" She had nothing else better planned, plus she wanted to know about the island situation. Who better to tell her than him?
Piggy felt himself go slightly pink, silently thanking god she couldn't see it in the setting sun. "Umm... Sure."
She followed him up a stiff sand bar, almost steep enough to make a hill to a small rescue fire. It was burning bright red, orange and some traces of white. The gray, whishing smoke, rose from the flame in a thin pillar. They sat on a log dragged through the golden sand to provide seating. For a while they exchanged no words, the only sound was the crackling and burning of twigs in the inferno.
"So, how's island living?" Rebecca joked, trying to start some conversation.
Piggy sighed, "To be honest, not so well..."
"How come?"
"Well," he removed his glasses to clean them with the bottom of his shirt, "People just are not getting along. Jack and Ralph are arguing on every encounter over the fire and being chief." He replaced the specs on his face, "The littluns are becoming scared, having more and more nightmares. Plus..." He dipped his face in shame, "... I miss my auntie."
Rebecca scooted closer and placed a confronting hand on his back, "It's ok, and at least you still have an aunt." He looked up at her, in confusion; she straightens her posture to try and maintain her figure. "My aunt died a few days ago, she lived along the shore in France. She was a nice woman, but my dad couldn't stand her, so we never saw her much, only at family reunions. She was a wonderful woman though, she inspired me to run."
Piggy leaned forward, listening intently to the girl pour out her heart. The light of the fire beamed in her face, her passionate green eyes beamed in sadness. Piggy made a promise to himself to keep that look from entering her eyes.
"She left me her beach house, when I turn 18 I'm going to move into it. She would have liked that." Her eyes went from sorrow to determination as she turned to stare into his eyes of brown.
"I'm getting of this island; someday, somehow, someway… We'll all get off." Her eyes flashed dangerously, the fire seemed to grow with the aggression running through her veins. She blinked as she took the time to examine Piggy's eyes. They were soft and round, almost child-like and the corners twitched as he blinked back. Those eyes seemed familiar, all too familiar. She had to pull back to cover her face that began to flood with tears.
"Rebecca?" Piggy placed a hand on her lower back, rubbing in circles to ease her sadness that he didn't wish to see. She turned to face him once more, the tears causing her vision to blur and seemed to highlight the green even more.
"I'm sorry." She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand, "You just remind me of someone…"
He leaned in more, placing his other hand on her thigh, "Who?"
She took a deep breath, composing herself once more.
"I had a younger brother, his name was Lucas. He was born when I was 5; he was tiny with some light brown hair like my own and had the most precious brown eyes. He was the nicest little boy you'll ever meet. He never teased me, bugged me or the usual things little one's do… he was special." She breathed a shallow breath as Piggy watched her eyes water again, "Then when he turned five, he was diagnosed with leukemia, it was devastating. He seemed to take it all ok, saying he'd be alright and he'd be out of the sick room in a few days. I actually believed him."
She turned to see the bleeding sun vanish under the blue horizon, "Weeks passed, and he seemed to be getting worse. After a while he couldn't move, or breathe on his own. His heart would stop randomly and he would need to be revived. The doctors were talking about putting him out of his misery." A single tear ran out of her left eye, "My mom and dad talked and then decided to pull the plug. They told me that he needed to be at peace. I was right beside him, holding his hand as he smiled at me through the air mask. I told him he was going to sleep, and he asked me if I would see me when he would wake up." Tears flowed freely as she shut her eyes, rivers poured out now, marking her tan skin look pink in the now darken sky. "I'll never forget him; his smile, his laugh and especially his eyes."
She finally looked in Piggy's direction to see his face. His glasses were a blinding white as the light reflected of them; he looked to the sand below them and then mumbled something.
"What?" She leaned down to see his frail lips whisper again.
"That is my name."
"Your name?"
"It's Lucas, Lucas Alexon."
She felt her breath hitch, "But, I though your name was-"
"Piggy? No, that's what they called me, a stupid insult." He stood; anger now began to unravel as he kicked some grit restlessly. "It was always Piggy, Fatty, and Stupid. No one ever cared for me, not Ralph or Jack or anyone." He turned back to face Rebecca, now on her feet, "I mean, I'm sixteen and I'VE NEVER HAD MY FIRST KISS!" His face turned scarlet and he threw his hand over his mouth, desperate to say no more.
Becca tilted her head and approached the now blushing boy, "You've never been- kissed?" She could tell that he was shy, but she figured at least he… She bowed her head, biting her bottom lip.
He looked away, picking at his extra-large jacket. He had ruined it; he just wanted to talk to a girl for once without bringing up that subject. It always lingered in the back of his mind. He never should have considered it, but Rebecca was so beautiful, charming and actually cared about him, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Even with the way she stood now, her naturally tan body glistening against the star-studded sky.
"I just want to say two things." Her words brought him out of his intense gaze and back to the trapped island was currently standing on.
"First of all, I think Piggy is a cute name."
His reddened even more, of possible, and questioned, "And the second...?"
Swifter than he could blink, Piggy suddenly felt a pair of feminine lips against his own. He almost lost his balance at the gesture, thinking a split second about fainting. His eyelids fluttered closed as the dreamy figure moved her head slightly, before pulling away.
"You're welcome." Rebecca sent a small smile that caused his jaw to drop in surprise, his spectacles sliding of the bridge of his nose as he fumbled to catch them.
Becca chuckled at the attempt the boy made to save his glasses to no avail as they met the sandy floor. "Here, let me."
Piggy looked in tense fright at his specs. Don't smudge the glass, don't smudge the glass, he chanted in his head. To his surprise she delicately gripped the golden sides of his circular prescription. She picked them up gently examining them.
"Are you near or far sighted?" She asked curiously as she slipped them over her face.
"Oh, there the 'I'm as blind as a bat' version." He rolled his eyes.
Rebecca giggled as she peered up at him. The round, Harry-potter style, gold trim highlighted her green irises. The glasses seemed to fit her face, making her appear more adorable than she was before. Rebecca proceeded to give back the specs, sigh and turn to the fire.
"The fire seems to be dying a bit." She observed as the small fire sizzled, "I'm going to get more firewood; you look like you need some time... to yourself." She smirked at Piggy's still-awestruck face.
"Close the trap, Lucas, you'll catch flies."
She walked by only to delicately pop his feature back into place, then strutted into the lush vegetation of the jungle.
Piggy remained silent for a few seconds, feeling the ocean breeze cool his face. Then he began to leap and jump for joy, not caring or thinking about anything else but a pair of lips.
/
Rebecca ducked under a low branch as she pushed her way through jungle, chuckling from her actions around the fire. She was only doing him a favor, everyone deserves a first kiss. This didn't stop her from almost laughing aloud when she heard Piggy squeal with happiness. She found a clearing littered with pieces of wood and rocks. She leaned over and gathered some of the foliage, loading her arms full of firewood. Out of nowhere, she felt something hit her leg. She looked down to see a small rock, lying at her side.
Rebecca turned cautiously to scan the unfamiliar area. It was a secluded clearing, lined with trees exposing dark patches of black. She didn't know if her mind was playing tricks on her, but she could have sworn she was being watched. After a few moments of silence, Becca returned to her work.
Another stone, this one aimed higher, smacked against her finely toned butt. Her head shot up as she dropped her wood spinning around to face no one. She huffed, placing her hands on her hips, a frown present on her lips.
"Alright, who's there?" She commanded the space around her. Her jade eyes darted everywhere, looking for any sign of movement. She didn't expect to feel two cold hands slither around her waist.
"Hello." Rebecca gasped at the contact, on instinct turned and aimed to punch her attacker. Her fist went flying forward only to be caught by a waiting hand. She blinked and gazed beyond the hand and into the cold eyes under strands of midnight hair.
"You should be careful swinging that," he mused, a dark smirk covered his thin lips, "someone could get hurt."
She was stunned by the boy's strange touch but quickly yanked her hand out of his.
"Well, maybe I wanted to hurt you." She crossed her arms across her breast, her eyes closed in a dismissive gesture. "Who the heck are you anyway? It's not normal to sneak up on people like that."
The dark boy sent a tiny grin towards the girl, tussling some of his raven hair, "I'm Roger."
"Yeah, well Roger, I'm trying to get firewood, so be a doll and buzz off." She opened her eyes to see a large bundle of wood in the boy's arms, outstretched as a gift.
"Take it then." His voice was smooth, luring and dare she say sexy. She wasn't sure to take the pile, but his tempting eyes must have hypnotized her with those portals of gray. Becca stepped forward and touched the wood, the moonlight striking her face. The green of her eyes enflamed in animalistic beauty as they burned under thin brown lashes.
"Uh, thanks." She took the pile, as if she was accepting an award. He only returned his skeletal hands into his pockets, sending her a wicked smile.
"It was nothing."
She examined Roger once more before expelling her thoughts and walked away, her gift placed on shoulder. She couldn't help but peer out of the corner of her eye to see him still standing, sending her a small wave, the smirk still on his pale, kissable lips... What the fuck did she just think?
/
Rebecca returned to the signal fire only to see Piggy gone and two boys sitting in his place. Both had dusty brown hair and green eyes. She took one look and realized, Oh snap... twins.
"Evening." She grunted, relieving her body of the heavy load. The twins turned simultaneously to see her and grinned.
"Fine evening-"
"-it really is."
She walked over to take a seat, only to see the boys pat the space in-between them on the log. She smiled and sat, crossing her legs.
"Who are you guys?"
The twin to the left spoke first, "I'm Sam-"
"-and I'm Eric." the other finished, nodding in agreement.
"Sam, Eric, Sam, Eric." She said each name while pointing to the appropriate twin. "Ok, I think I got it."
Sam blinked kindly, "You aren't the first to mistake us."
Rebecca sighed in relief, "Well, that makes me feel better."
"What happened to Piggy?"
"Ralph needed to see him-"
"-so we took his place." the both proudly nodded, almost praising themselves on their charity.
"Do you guys always finish each other's sentences like that?"
The both shook their heads yes, "Most of the time, anyway."
"That's starting to creep me out slightly," she whined and grabbed her head, "Migraine..."
Eric leaned in closer, "You should get some rest, it'll help you feel better-"
"Yeah, I'll escort you." Sam stood only to be matched by his reflection.
"Oh no, I suggested it, I'll escort her."
A fast staring battle occurred as Becca finally stood, "No boys, I'm fine, besides you have to watch the fire." She began to walk away and yelled back, "Thanks anyway, SamnEric."
"No problem." Their voices harmonized as she only shook her head.
SamnEric sighed as they watched the tan goddess retire.
"I want her tonight." The two voices said simultaneously again, before turning to look at each other in disbelief.
/
Rebecca laid out two large palm branches on the cold sand to simulate bedding. She rubbed her temples gently as she heard someone enter and flop down on the second bed.
"Rough night."
She heard a small voice squeak, "You have no idea."
Rebecca crawled to her mat, the night's events flashing through her mind. Her strange meetings with Piggy, SamnEric, but most importantly Rodger. Even as her eyes closed, she could still picture his entrancing slate eyes, beckoning her forward and his cold touch paralyzing her with surprise.
One thing she knew for sure, this island would be a tricky one.