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And finally I'd like to appologize if my updating is a wee bit slow over the summer. Cuz it's warm now mum says we have to be outside and if we're inside we can't use any electronics from 12-4pm. I'm trying to finish this fic by the end of the summer though so I can write the sequel :3

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CHAPTER FOUR— Talking, part one

"Here, put this in the pile." Lucinda ordered, tapping Roger on the head with a mango. She was currently sitting on his shoulders with her skinny calves draped over his shoulders and his hands around her ankles. Roger followed orders with a smirk plastered to his lips. He was, he decided, very lucky. After all, the only female on the island was at his disposal.

He wouldn't try anything of course. It was far too much fun to tease her. And the expressions that crossed her face every time he got just close enough or said just the right things were quite enjoyable.

"Hey Roger?" His head snapped up instantly, not surprised to see that she couldn't meet his expression. She usually couldn't, for some strange reason his eyes seemed to make her freeze dead in her tracks— he loved to use that to his advantage. "Why did you volunteer to help me?" He was taken aback by this question. He knew the answer; he just didn't expect her to care. She seemed to like spending time with him. He really didn't expect her to question something she liked.

The dark boy shrugged, making sure that his hold on her ankles was tight while he did this— he didn't want her falling off. He never wanted anyone to know the reason he volunteered and even if someone had to know he especially didn't want it to be her.

"There's gotta be a reason." She pried, handing him down some more mangos which he carefully set in the large pile of fruit that they had going.

"I know that." Roger reminded her.

"Then what is it."

"I can't tell you." He swore he heard her groan.

"Why not?" She complained. He rolled his slate gray eyes.

"You're whining like a littlun. We're done getting food." He tried desperately to change the subject.

"I don't whine like a littlun." He looked up and watched her lips curve into a pout— a reaction that made him snicker— as he lowered himself to the ground so that she could climb off.

She got off of him faster than he though she would and when he turned around to look at her, the sight he saw was just as odd as her action. She was clutching onto the tree trunk with her other hand on her forehead. Her eyes were glassy and her mouth was open in slight shock, as if she just got the wind knocked out of her.

Instantly, he was at her side, one hand on hers and the other on the small of her back trying to steady her.

"You okay?"

"I-I think so."

"What just happened?"

"I felt dizzy…and weak. I probably just stood up too fast."

"Has this ever happened before?"

"Yeah… a lot actually." She flushed and smiled nervously.

"Then you didn't stand up too fast. How much have you been eating?" He examined her thin form. She did seem to be getting progressively thinner, and she was scrawny to begin with. Lucinda grew a little redder.

"It's hard for me to eat when I'm upset. And with an all fruit diet I'm bound to loose weight." She admitted. Roger switched his hold on her so that his hands were now on her upper arms.

"Why are you upset?" He quirked a brow. She turned away, as if she was hoping he wouldn't ask that.

"We haven't been rescued…" She whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear. His eyes intensified and he met her gaze for a minute. She forced herself to turn away and then she clenched her fists.

"We will be…soon." He lied through his teeth, pulling her close to him. She grabbed at his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and putting her forehead to his collar bone.

Roger noticed that she'd search for close physical contact in situations like these, when she was anxious or upset. He wasn't entirely sure how she coped before him and he didn't want to know how. Imagining her desperately clinging to another guy was enough to make his skin crawl.

She didn't respond to his lie, simply because any statement would destroy the comfort he was bringing her. And now she was living for that comfort. Lucinda had never been very adventurous— she was always content with her high society life—so it was obvious that she'd miss home the most. But she didn't expect to miss her life so much.

"Roger?" He looked down to see her still clinging tightly to him. "Thank you so much for everything." She rested her cheek on his shoulder and inhaled his scent, not minding that he smelled of sweat, dirt and salt water. As gross a smell as it was, it was the best scent she had caught in a while.

"Don't thank me just yet." His voice was so low that she wondered if it was even meant for her to hear. She inhaled once more and then forced herself away from him.

"C'mon, we've gotta get some of this fruit back to the shelters." The dark boy said, stepping away from the blonde to gather up a large sum of the fruits they'd gathered— mangos, bananas and coconuts— in his arms.

"Okay." Lucinda nodded, walking over to the fruit to gather some up.

"Oh and Lucinda…" Roger turned around with a smirk plastered onto his lips. "If you wanna continue working together at least pretend your leg hurts. If you keep walking instead of limping Ralph's gonna notice that you're not injured anymore." The female flushed as he revealed her secret but followed closely behind him, limping all the way to the beach.

"Where is she?" Ralph turned his head up and his light brown eyes locked onto a pair of ice blue ones. The redhead had his arm pressed against the tree closest to the shelters and was leaning down, tracing illogical patterns into the sand with his spear. A smile curved onto Ralph's full lips as he bounced up.

"Who?"

"The only she on the island." Jack rolled his eyes and nudged Ralph over in the direction of the beach. He stepped closer to it. Ralph followed, at his heals.

"Do you actually care where she is?" Ralph asked. Jack snorted.

"No, not really. But wherever she is, Roger is and I need to find him."

"Oh…well they're in the jungle." The chief mumbled, looking out towards the ocean.

"I figured you'd keep tabs on your girlfriend when she's away with another man." The hunter snickered, lips pulling into a smirk.

"She's not my girlfriend." Ralph said sullenly, realizing the depressing truth in that statement. Again, Jack snorted.

"Whatever Ralphie." His tone was mocking and he dragged his spear across the sand. After a minute of awkward silence Jack spoke up. "Why do you even like her Ralph? She's such a snob."

'God can't they ever get along?' Ralph wondered, rolling his soft brown eyes as he and Jack strolled off onto the beach. It was horrible, that they couldn't get along. Why did his best friends have to argue? Did they have to be so incredibly impossible?

"Who says I like her?" The fair boy turned a shade of dark pink and looked right at his toes. Jack rolled his eyes and turned to Ralph, giving him a look that said "seriously, I'm not blind." "Okay, so maybe I do like her."

"But why? She's such a bit—"

"She's a little…moody I'll admit but she's nice and she reminds me of home." Ralph rubbed his upper arms and sighed.

"And she's pretty right?" Jack scowled. Ralph blushed.

"That too."

"But do you love her?" Jack asked, praying he'd say no. It was an odd question, one Ralph really wasn't expecting. One that he didn't know the answer to himself. Did he love Lucinda? Did he even really like Lucinda as much as he thought he did? Wasn't it too soon to tell if he loved her?

"I don't think so. But does it matter? I mean I'm aloud to have a crush right?" Ralph asked, not hearing Jack's sigh of relief.

"I guess so, but hey, Ralph?" Jack looked up from the line his spear was marking on the sand. Ralph met his expression. "Just don't stop looking for other people. She's not the one, I just know it." Jack mumbled. This statement took Ralph by surprise. What was Jack saying? The only other people on the island were guys. Was Jack…gay? No! It…he…Ralph looked back to the redhead who was staring off at the forest. And then Ralph wondered 'Did it really matter?' Did Jack's sexuality really matter? Ralph looked at him one last time and decided… that it didn't.

"Kay, I won't."