"Maurice, are you alright? You look a little...well, mad."

The black-haired boy, quiet in appearance and obviously concerned for the boy in front of him, poked his head out from behind a tree and questioned the other choir boy. It was true that the taller boy held quite the stern look as he looked away from his position onto the seashore, where it looked where a couple of other boys were, and Simon watched as his friend clutched the piece of tree branch he was holding to. Any more pressure added it however, and the boy was sure the twig would break in half.

"I'm fine, Simon. Peachy, really." Maurice responded. His light brown eyes, still narrowed, passed from the shore where the littler boy's green eyes were, and the two boys looked at each other underneath the slitted shadows from the canopy. Even within this moment of secrecy, they weren't too far from where the other boys were, and Simon could tell from the corner of his eye that Roger was on the shore himself. He wondered what Maurice was doing here, somewhat spying on Roger and the other boy, but he decided to keep his questionings to himself.

"Well, if you are happy, then why do look like you're going to tear that twig you're holding piece from piece?" Innocently, Simon pointed towards the stick in Maurice's hands, causing the brown haired boy to instantly drop it onto the ground and simply shake his head.

"No reason. Just felt like it...is that a problem?"

"No, no of course not, I was just wondering." Simon responded, moving away from Maurice and heading out on his own.

Maurice watched the other boy leave before quickly passing his eyes back onto the other scene. He gritted his teeth at something so vile such as this, with his own friend hanging out with the twin, the twin for heaven's sake. Honestly, Maurice wasn't completely sure which twin it was, but he was sure that whoever it was, he didn't like him spending time with the only other choir boy that Maurice could spend time with. He was sure that he and Roger were friends far longer than when Roger and the twins had become accquainted, so why was he so up and bothered about it, then?

He found the two boys separating, much to his relief, before the conch blew through the trees and caused the light-haired boy to remove himself from the area and head over towards the platform. By the time he had come to the scene, all of the boys were seated around the golden boy carrying the conch and raising his hands for attention. Maurice simply walked over towards a tree, leaning on it and finding it rather comfortable in terms of a tree, before focusing all of his attention on the meeting.

Earlier that day, Maurice remembered, the hunters left their chores and stuff they had to do to catch a pig. While it was clearly worth the effort, since the pig was now dead and ready to be cooked, Ralph himself still felt the need to set borders on the times they could hunt. The fire blew out, see, and once the ship had apparantly made its appearance on the ocean surface, there wasn't a signal fire to bring it in, so they weren't rescued. The chief was obviously pissed about this, and it clearly showed as he made his words known.

"We must be having some kind of trouble keeping up with the rules, aren't we?" Ralph asked, his eyes searching around him for some kind of challening threat to make itself known. There was an awkward silence that consumed the meeting around them, and when Ralph was sure that nobody was going to speak, he continued.

"Now...people haven't been doing the jobs asked of them. Why, I am not sure myself. I thought this was easy enough, but I guess we are starting to have slackers around here. Is the fire really too much to ask for, for somebody to watching it for a short while until it's someone's turn again? We could have gotten rescued today, but I have a feeling that as a group, we're starting to break apart."

Some of the choir boys chuckled, and Maurice glanced towards them, thinking them being completely idiotic. Didn't they want to go home?

"I really don't understand what's so funny," Ralph hissed, his own teeth gritting against each other due to the anger that was clearly evident. "Unless you simply don't care?"

The boy flushed out of embarrassment before the Jack stood up from his position and crossed his freckled arms over his torso, which seemed to be blessing gradually from the sun with its new tanned appearance.

"I don't understand why you keep on bitching about it," the redhead snickered, looking confident in his own words. "Ever since we came back with the pig, all you could care about is that the ship came and gone. Well, there will be more ships, don't worry about! Quite getting your panties stuck in a bundle!"

The blonde flashed back angrily, glaring towards the other boy and now more upset than ever before. Ralph looked so upset that it actually made Maurice scared.

"My panties in a bundles? Well, at least I care about us getting rescued. All you care about is putting your precious makeup on and going off in your stupid land of carelessness, hunting something that you were lucky enough to get!"

"You want to tell that to my fists, because I can if that is what you really want!" Jack roared against the laughing that the other boys were making, and Ralph simply smirked in response.

"You don't have the nerve."

Roger stepped up, side by side with his own leader, and Maurice glanced in his direction. He wondered if he should do the same as well, considering that Jack was his leader too, but he decided against it since he honestly didn't want anything to do with the fighting. However, curiousity was banging on his own door. What was Roger going to do?

"At least Jack has the idea to get us food, something that you as a chief has neglected from the first day. Even with the fire, do you really think that the ship would come? I sincerely doubt it," the black-haired boy muttered, placing his hands on his hips and glaring back. Jack glanced back, appreciating the help, only for the fat boy to raise himself from the log he was sitting on and join by Ralph's side.

"Do you even know what you're saying? Besides, Ralph has the conch! He should be the one speaking,-."

"Shut up, fatass." Roger hissed, earning respective chuckles from the other boys around him, and Maurice slowly became irritated. Even if he and Roger were friends, it was completely out of line for him to say something such as that, but he didn't dare say anything against it.

The boy witnessed the yelling and fighting getting louders, whether it be from the four original boys yelling as before to the littuns' become scared of the arguing. Maurice could hear Simon beside him mutter to himself, covering his ears and shaking his head back and forth to stop everything around them.

Everything was coming a blue for the choir boy, Maurice thought as his patience got lower and lower. Why were these boys simply yelling and not doing anything to resolve anything? The boy couldn't stand anymore of this, so without a second's hesiation, he stepped into the scene and tried to resolve it.

"Shut up." He said, yelling enough to break the silence, but surprisingly not being able to catch anybody's attention. He attempted once again, only this time shaping his hands around his mouth and yelling louder, against the crashing noises of the waves and wallowing of the other boys.

"I said, shut up!"

The boys managed to hear him this time, turning in silence and leaving Maurice alone in the spotlight. The boy's cheeks quickly turned into a flash of pink, but he decided it was best to continue with as much authority as he could muster. He coughed into his hand before resuming with what he was saying before.

"I mean, come on you guys. This is a little barbaric...arguing over something that had already happened. We need to be resolving this, not simply being angry with each other for no reason! What are you guys, little kids?!" Maurice yelled the words he needed to say, but he felt as though the others would be dissatisfied with what was coming from his mouth. He watched as a certain person, who he didn't even want to be thinking about at that moment, came from the crowd of boys with his head held high and pride glimmering in his eyes.

"Never expected you to be the type to stand up, Maurice. Then again, I honestly never pictured you the type to be doing anything such as that." The boy muttered, earning the stares from the other boys in response, and Maurice could practically feel his blood warm up at seeing the twin try to go against him. It was obviously Eric, now in closer view than before and with his height being slightly taller than Sam's, and Roger was smirking back at Maurice at the statement. It seemed as though the majority of them were against him after all.

"Eric," Maurice muttered, "...don't you understand where I am getting at?"

"Sure I do. I just know that you're trying to get all the credit for yourself."

"Eric," Sam warned, but was immiedately shushed from somebody else in the crowd. It appeared to be Wilbert, or another one of the choir boys.

"I know that you're wanting everybody to think of how good you are as a person, but to be honest, you're just embarrassing yourself. There was nothing wrong to begin with. Sure, there was the fighting, but it would have ended soon anyways. It always does, and of course," Eric said, walking over to where Roger was and standing by his side, "...Roger was right about the hunting anyways. There will be more ships coming, so we really don't even need to have this meeting, we can get back to where we were before."

Maurice, as well as Ralph and Piggy, could not believe what they were hearing. The boy was more than angry because of the friendship blooming between his friend and the twin, but now, it seemed as though Eric was actually going as far as challenging him over it. Maurice knew that it would be wise to remain calm in this situation, but he was infuriated beyond what words could express, and he simply couldn't take this.

"Are you out of your mind? Hunting isn't the only way to go...please understand, we can compromise! We don't need to be fighting!"

"Just shut up, Maurice. Accept the fact that you're pretty much done here," Roger commented, his eyes seeming to pierce harshly against the other boy's.

Maurice simply sighed and stepped out, noticing the impressing look hidden away in Ralph's eyes. It was enough for the chief to look at him with a good look, but there was still the vacant spot in his gut that yelled at him for getting out of the way so quickly. Ralph took note of Maurice's words and started discussing what they could do to get better, but Maurice still felt utterly humiliated, especially in front of Roger.

He decided he would talk to him later, but for that moment, he would just be there and support the tribe during the rest of the meeting.

Ralph found Maurice sitting by the fire later that evening, with the sunset going down and the forest quieting down a little bit. It seemed beautiful, the beautiful flames raising upwards with the orange colors blending in the backround, and Maurice was simply throwing tiny sticks into the fire. It appeared as though he didn't want to be disturbed, but Ralph wanted to talk with him, so he sat with him and smiled lightly.

"Evening, Maurice."

"Ralph?" The other boy instantly questioned, raising his head at the voice and being surprised at the presence of the chief being with him. Ralph nodded, watching the fire alongside the other boy, and he sighed.

"Nice day, hm? Although, I could honestly say that I have had better," the blonde boy chuckled, finding a pebble somewhere around him and throwing it up in the air, catching it for the sake of being bored. Maurice chuckled as well, looking at the older boy and grinning characteristically.

"To tell you the truth, I've never seen you that pissed off before."

"Can you really blame me?" Ralph asked. "We might actually be back home in England right now if it wasn't for their stupidity. I mean, you were there, you saw it."

"Yeah," Maurice replied, remembering the moment when Ralph scampered up the mountainside and rushed to find that every speck of the signal fire was missing, and to see his angered face was clearly enough.

"What I am wondering, however...is why you, of all people, were mad earlier this afternoon? I mean, you're usually never upset, so what made you yell like that during the meeting?"

Maurice glanced back, genuinely shocked at how much the leader actually cared about these kinds of things, and he simply shrugged.

"I don't know. I guess I just kind of blew up...I mean, and there was Eric too, so I guess that played somewhat of a big factor in it."

"Eric?" Ralph now looked curious, his eyes sparking up the means for more conversation. Maurice simply nodded before continuing.

"Yeah...to be honest, it's just that he and, er, somebody else have been hanging a lot lately, and it's kind of gotten me angry a little bit. I honestly have no idea why, either, but every time I see them together I really wanna blow a fuse...is that weird?"

Ralph stared back, laughing lightly before shaking his head. He simply threw the pebble into the fire before looking at his friend.

"No, of course not. Then again, I honestly couldn't picture anybody feeling that way about Roger."

"Well, yeah Roger is...wait, how did you know I meant-?"

"Let's just say that I know more than you think I know," Ralph laughed, earning a confused expression from the other boy as the flames continued to crackle before them. The blonde chief stood from where he was sitting, a comforting look on his face mixed with the tiredness of a long day.

"I think I am going to hit the hay...but listen, Maurice, thanks for standing up and everything today. It makes me glad to know there are some people out there that want to be rescued. Also," Ralph muttered, his eyes not leaving the other boy's but his own body leaving the mountain, "...I hope everything goes well with Roger and all."

Maurice watched, in awe, as the other boy simply left him with no other words, but only a smile.

Maurice walked up to where Roger was, near the platform they were at before, only this time he seemed to be completely at peace being by himself. So, whenever the boy walked up for the feared confrontation, he could feel Roger scowl at him from a mile away. Both boys looked at each other, and before Maurice could say anything, Roger simply sighed and lifted himself off the tree he was leaning against.

"What was up with today, Maurice?"

Maurice gulped, feeling sure that he might faint from being nervous. Roger always tended to make him feel this way, under pressure in the most oddest of circumstances, so the boy decided to say something back.

"Just...I was just angry, was all. Angry at all the things you guys were saying. Roger...do you honsetly want to go home?" Maurice knew he was going to regret the things he was saying, but he had to say what was from his heart. Otherwise, it would seem weak.

"I might...then again, I might not."

"Roger."

"What?" The boy spat back. "What the hell do you want from me anyways? You've never really been concerned about going home before today either, so you can't even say anything about me feeling the way I feel!"

Maurice instantly regretted bringing this up to Roger. If there was one thing that he knew Roger was good at, it was stating his opinions to other people without feeling a bit inflicted.

"It's just, I think going home is the main important thing right now, and whenever the signal fire went out-."

"Cut with that bullshit, Maurice. You know when we went hunting that we had no intention of letting the fire go out, it was just coincidence."

"Didn't stop you from doing it anyways."

Both boys glared at each other, with Maurice being angrier towards the boy than ever before. Everything that was coming out of his mouth was the exact opposite of what Maurice wanted to hear, and he could hear the other boy chuckle before bringing up something else entirely.

"This isn't just about the fire, is it? It's about something else, isn't it?" Roger asked, his smirk covering the entire range of his face. It was true that Roger could read Maurice pretty much like an open book.

"If you count backstabbing a friend, hanging out with someone entirely different for the sake of backstabbing them in the end, and refusing rescue and something else, than yes. I am,"Maurice muttered, his eyes filled with the obvious pain he felt towards the boy's act of befriending the twin and avoiding him. Roger looked, confused, at this statement before crossing his arms over his chest and analyzing the situation before him. He didn't understand this boy's constant mood swings.

"...what are you talking about?"

"Don't treat me like I'm stupid!" Maurice yelled, feeling his face get hotter and hotter as his impatience started to kick in. "I know you and Eric have been hanging out for a while now...and I know that you have been avoiding me at every chance you get. It's been for a while hasn't it? Anyways, it's gotten me angry for a long time now...and I don't understand why, it just does."

Roger watched his friend as he made this confession known, and the boy simply sighed, really annoyed but slightly shocked at the same time.

"...are you, in any way, jealous of Eric, Maurice?"

"Huh?" Maurice asked, shocked at even the mere suggestion.

"You're angry, aren't you? So, are you jealous then? It certainly seems that way," Roger responded. "I have no idea why you would even feel that way, but just to be clear...Eric and I are just hunting buddies. Not even more than that. Idiot."

Maurice didn't know what to say. So, all of this time, his accusations had been wrong, and the friendship between the two boys was alright after all? This made him very relieved.

"Oh..."

"As if I could actually hang around anyone else. You really are stupid from time to time, you know that?" Roger asked, rolling his eyes watching as Maurice's face glowed from the happiness that was coming now.

"Roger! I am so relieved you say that,because I was actually starting to worry that you hated me and that you wanted me to go as far away from you as possible!"

"I do hate you, and I do want you as far away from me as possible...but at the same time, I guess you're, well, okay." Roger had to squeeze that last part out, before the boy quickly ran up to him and gave him a quick hug. Roger pushed him away, feeling his own cheeks flush from the contact.

"Thanks, Roger! That makes me feel ten times better!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever...just leave me alone now, okay?" Roger asked, and he watched as the other boy smiled from ear to ear and left him be.

Roger was actually starting to feel more and more comfortable, until someone's voice popped out of nowhere.

"Oh, how adorable. You actually care about the little nut."

"Shut up, Jack."

I realized I hadn't written anything about Roger or Maurice in a while, so here it is. Sorry if it seems rushed, I wanted to get this done by tonight and everything. I will do more about it, sorry about that.

Also, I have been meaning to write another part of Wizard and Witchcraft all this week, so I will more than likely do that for the next one-shot. However, I am not sure about it though.

Reviews are amazing, I love them so much. I will respond to the reviews this time, sorry I haven't been doing that lately.

erihan - Yeah, I wasn't planning on Ralph to die, he just did. I don't know, I tend to do random things like that haha. Thanks for reviewing!

Moofy-Fan - Thank you so much for the review, and for saying I actually do well with the characters. I always feel like I write them out of character though, so maybe I am just crazy haha. You know, I didn't know this was the longest LoTF story in the fandom...damn over 100k words, I must have NO LIFE *blows party thing* Yeah, I don't know haha. Thanks again, I love your reviews!

Carmen (Guest) - Your review made me laugh! Yes, that is ALL HE DOES. He really must be dropping loads...and other stuff o.o ewwww.

KurdTurkTurd (Guest) - I tend to make my one-shots about Simon more melancholy, because it brings more of an emotional standpoint. However, I do write happy stuff with Simon in it, mainly stuff concerning him and Ralph because I ADORE that shipping (almost as much as Jalph honestly). But yeah, haha thanks for reviewing!

Hyuna3 (Guest) - Thanks for the review! I don't know, Maurice and Simon just came up in that particular chapter. I don't even know what strived me to make it, it just...happened o.o. Anyways, OMG thank you so much for correcting me on that, I didn't even know I made that mistake! Thank you so much for that! I know what Simon looks like, I just was in my own la-la land...sorry about that, thanks for the notice though :)

Okay you guys, so I was also considering writing like, a critique on writing about pairings, and my opinions about the pairings of Lord of the Flies. However, I don't know if I should post it on here or not, because it wouldn't really be a fanfic more than an essay, so I am thinking it wouldn't really fit on here. If you guys think I should anyway, hit me up. (Basically, I just want someone to talk about pairings with.) So yeah haha.

Thanks for the reviews! You guys are awesome!