I hope none of this feels forced. Some of the kids are a bit OOC I think, but I'm trying my best not to totally change them. Oh, and thanks for the reviews! I hope you keep 'em coming and lemme know what you think! And LOTF isn't mine (I know that was question on all of you guys' minds).
Charlie's POV
After I left Roger, I continued to be bored on the island (yes, that's become the word I used most now). That's when I remembered the goody-two-shoes group. I found my way out of the forest and into the assembly area, where the angel-boys were.
"Hi, Charlie," Ralph greeted. I only gave a simple nod and wave. Piggy's arms were crossed and he had a look of triumph on his face.
"I'm glad you decided to come out of that forest. It's dangerous with all of those hunters aroun-"
"Chillax, Miss Piggy. Nothing bad is gonna happen to me in that forest, alright?" I flopped down next to him, since that was the only seat available (No one chose that seat? What a shocker). "So, what're you guys talking about?" They were silent as expressions of uneasiness slipped onto their faces. "What, you can't tell me you guys are afraid of girls, too. I've been tested for cooties, I promise." Ralph, Simon, and the twins' lips curled up into what was almost a half smile. I hugged my knees to me chest. "Bunch of social butterflies you guys are. Alright, since no one else is sparking up conversation here, I will. So, how'd you guys get on this goddamn island?" I noticed Piggy winced at the swear.
"Plane crash," Ralph answered simply, as if he was saying his favorite color. "How'd you get here?"
"Pushed out of a plane." They boys gaped out her.
"You were…you were pushed out of a plane?" asked Piggy. I nodded.
"Yeah. I was coming back from the bathroom and I was in the middle seat in the exit row next to my step-sister. She just opened the door and shoved me out." Their mouths dropped lower.
"Why-why did she do that?" said Ralph.
I plainly responded with, "Oh, she's a bitch."
"There must have been something, some sort of motivation," Piggy interjected.
"Well, she always called me mean-spirited and sassy. But that's not totally true. I just borrow her stuff sometimes when she taked mine. But hey, throwing me out of a plane is a cool way to solve that. She's pretty crazy in general."
"Obviously," Ralph muttered. I shrugged.
"It's so friggin hot," I mumbled, picking at my arm socks. I slipped them and my t-shirt off, leaving my black tank top.
"Well, you shouldn't have worn so much black," Piggy smartfully stated, adjusting his glasses.
"Well, excuse me, Einstein, but how was I supposed to know I would land on an island that's a billion degrees?" I shot at him. Silence again.
"So, Charlie, why don't you, er, tell us a little more about yourself," Ralph said.
"Me? Well, let's see. I live with my manipulative mother, my douchebag stepdad, my creepy little step brother, and my crazy older step sister in the lovely state of Ohio. I spend most of my time with my head phones on, listening to rock and/or punk. How's that?"
"You don't have to be here if you don't want to," piped Piggy. I heaved a sigh and laid my legs out flat.
"Thanks for your permission, mother," I mumbled, and I stood up and walked away.
I went far, far down shore, away from the boys and out of their sight. I set my arm socks and t-shirt on the sand and slipped off my converse boots. Gingerly, I waded in the water, allowing the waves to wash forcefully against my legs until I was waist deep. The sun was starting to set, but it felt as if it was closer than ever. After I while, Jack wordlessly appeared at my side.
"Learning to confront your fears, Looney Toons?" I asked without looking at him.
"How so?"
I chuckled. "Well, you're not so far away from me, a girl, your apparently biggest fear."
"Alright, you are not my biggest fear; don't give yourself so much credit. You're not even a fear."
"Damn, someone's short tempered. Well, you are a red head." Jack looked ready to shoot back some unhappy phrase, but I interrupted him. "Why are you out here, anyway?"
"Just to tell you that we're cooking the meat. Ralph said to invite you." I shook my head and looked away.
"No, thanks." When I turned back to Jack, he was staring at me with a look of disbelief and anger.
"What do you mean, 'no'?" I waited patiently for a few seconds to watch his head explode (which would have been an awesome show), but it didn't.
"I don't want your stupid meat," I answered, looking him straight in his eyes without taking them out of my sight. They turned an even icier shade that seemed to be filled with nothing but frustration.
"You'll take the goddamn meat," he muttered in a harsh tone. I admired him taking charge, just not on me. His nostils flared in a way that I've seen them move. I folded my arms tightly (one of my signature moves) and adjusted my position so that my face was barely centimeters from his.
"Says who?" I whispered. Without hesitation, Jack grabbed my wrist and held it middair. His grip was slightly painful as his fingers were wrapped tightly around it. I showed no emotion. "Touch me again, Merridew," I breathed. "I dare you."
His eyes narrowed slightly and his breaths became heavy before he let my hand drop. The waves seemed to push harder at our sides, white water surrounding everywhere. We didn't move, only stood frozen in our position. Without waiting or even the confirmation of me leaning in, Jack pushed his lips forcefully against mine. Deciding to get some fun in, I let him go for a few fun seconds (the punk even snuck in some tongue) before breaking us apart. There was silence as we stood so close that I could feel him breathing.
"I'm still not taking the meat," I said. I walked out of the water and picked up my things before leaving Jack both dumbfounded and alone, waist deep in the ocean.