A/N: Okay, obviously no one really cares if I continue, but my friend made me. And I suppose I don't really want to leave a story unfinished like so many other people do. So, reviews:

DarkCrimsonFlame3: Yeah that would've been funny/interesting, but I'm too impatient to write that, but thanks for being the only one who tried to help!

Generally Maz: Yeah it was wrapping up since this is the second last chapter, so meh. Well Piggy is annoying but hey, you watch any anime, and I'll say the girl is annoying, so maybe my opinion shouldn't be counted when it comes to annoyance. Yeah, I agree puberty and shit changes a lot, but somewhere I said that he eats more than everyone else, that's why he hasn't lost any weight, and while the others run around and play games and all that jazz, he doesn't do much, I dunno why, that's just how I wrote him. And if he wasn't fat, then he just wouldn't be Piggy now would he?

MidnightBoatman: I love Roger too, that's why I hate writing him in case it isn't well, Roger-ish :S . And Piggy, well in every story there has to be someone who you love to hate, and no one else is hate-able. I guess. Lol, I think I'd love it if Roger visited me in the night, the sadistic little arse. Well, thanks for great review! (great as in better then the previous one) :)

Trust: Thank you :)

kizna1200: lol, thank you. Roger broke Piggy's fingers, that enough hurting? Yeah, I don't think I'm very good at writing Roger's POV as everyone has a certain perspective of him, while Jack, well, everyone's Jack's are OOC, so ableh. And if you're lazy then what am I? I haven't updated since like the begging of the year…

lilplayer: omg omg omg omg omg! That's okay, not many people review for my stories. Yeah well for a month or so my computer wouldn't start so I have a slight excuse :S , yeah well while you liked Ralph freaking out, some people didn't, oh it sucks to be a writer. Go the slutty Ralph! Lol. Roger Rules! Alliteration to the max! lol, in soccer we were the pennant champions due to own goals, we rule! Lol, Ralph and I love you!

All Apologies: That's okay, and thanks for reviewing anyway! Keep the reviews coming!

The Mad Empty Shell: Well you never actually see, let alone read what Roger does but he broke Piggy's fingers, I didn't know how to write that though, so you just get told what happened.

Choices and Choosing

Ralph

Guilt. That's pretty much the main thing I feel lately. It's been approximately two weeks, since the thing with Simon and Jack. Jack. I feel great around Jack, its fun and relaxed. Unlike with Simon. It always starts with everything being normal, back to us being best friends, then Simon will change it and it goes back to a very formal relationship, and only now have I noticed that he's clingy and needy. He also hates me going off with Jack. It's not fair to either of them, but how can I tell one of them that I just can't do this anymore. I'll lose whoever I tell, and I don't want to lose either of them. Things were so much simpler before hormones kicked in; I'm starting to wish that my conversation with Piggy never happened. I'd prefer to be totally naïve/ignorant then dealing with this lose- lose situation.

What's even more worrying is that neither has noticed. I wake up first so neither has noticed that both have somehow intertwined themselves with me. I just hope that I will never be in the same area as both of them long enough for a conversation to start up. Because that could get awkward.

I walk further into the forest, escaping before anyone's up. Getting to the top of the island I sit in front of a charred circle. The last remnants of our fire. And my hope of rescue. A stick breaking has me whirling around. Roger. Roger had been acting stranger then usual since the breaking of Piggy's fingers. He kept smirking at me, like he knew something I didn't. This with all his sneaking about is something to be expected. But not liked.

"Hey Rachel" Roger sniggered "Up so early? Was it Piggy again? I could get back at him if you like, hell I'll do it even if you don't like" I now know why Roger is disgusted by Piggy and why he tortures him so. Not only was there the molesting (of not just me it seems) he also stole, spied and blackmailed according to some of the bigguns. After all that though, I still couldn't help but feel bad for him.

"Morning Roger. Nah nothings happened, but of coarse that won't stop you. And because of that fact I think most of the bigguns like you, especially Simon it seems, I think he admires you or something. But what are you doing up so early?" I state casually, crossing my legs as I look up at him. Something seemed to flicker over Roger's face at the mention of Simon, but he quickly corrected himself, and crouched next to me. We stared at each other for what could have been hours. Grey eyes meeting black. Both of us calculating and thinking. I had noticed that every time, I went off with Jack I'd come back to find Simon with Roger. Not that I minded of course but it was intriguing, I had thought that Roger hated being in someone's company for more than half an hour. Surprisingly Roger broke the contact first, looking out to sea; I could see his jaw moving as he grinded his teeth. Most intriguing.

"Oh, you know, the usual reason I'm up early, spying" he finally answers.

"So it's bad that Piggy spies but for you it's okay?" I ask with a raised brow.

"Piggy uses the information…unwisely. While me? I use it for my own amusement. It may seem horrible, even by my standards, but it just gets things moving on this island, gets things done sometimes. My most recent act: getting rid of…sexual tension. Though that isn't exactly complete yet. Soon will be though." He whispers quietly, not removing his eyes from the ocean.

"Sexual tension? Aren't we a bit young for that?"

"Dunno, Ralph" the name sounded strange coming from him. "Are you too young to have sexual tension?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, I think deep down everyone noticed it. Except you of course."

"Of course" I state slowly, unsurely. It seemed all too much. Sexual tension? Between me and who? Jack? What did Roger mean? And the strangest thing of all, I was having a serious conversation…with Roger. The Roger. I turn back to him. He looks to be contemplating something.

"Yeah. Didn't you wonder why no one went after Jack? Because there was like a great big label: PROPERTY OF RALPH" Roger finally stated. My mouth hung open.

"I'm not getting you" I state earnestly

"Okay, if you saw Jack and another guy making out, before you and him had of course" my eyes widen; no one was supposed to know. Roger ploughed on "wouldn't you have felt something? Anger? Jealousy?" I think about that. Roger gives me a knowing look, like he can see into my head, into my soul. I shudder. "Exactly. Since we first landed on this island, there's been something between you two. It was you or him to be chief, you won, but you gave him authority too, you guys went to each other for help, for anything and everything, and I saw that it should-would go further. Eventually everyone else saw it too. But you were just slow" Roger finished his awing speech, with an amused smirk, officially ruining the moment. Roger blinked and was his usual self. No more reasonable, higher force…being. Back to being arrogant and pompous. He stood back up and began walking away. "Oh and Rachel, you should hurry up and pick one, cause now your just being a hog, a kissing crazed hog, but a hog none the less" and with a final sneer, he stalked off.

Now that was strange.

When I think that everyone would be swimming or playing I begin to take the longest way back down to the beach. It's true now that I think about it, the look in people's eyes when me and Jack were organising, talking, joking about, and not just in the eyes of the people watching us, but Jacks as well. That look of content. Content just sitting there with me. How could I have been so stupid?

'Pick one'. Roger was right. Now that sounds weird. But he is. I have to pick one, and hopefully the rejected won't take it to hard, and will remain my friend. One way to find out I guess…

Roger

Walking away from Ralph, I scowl. Damn Simon, and his becoming friends with me, sure all the other boys like me, for one reason or another, but the feelings were never really returned (this is excluding Jack), but now Simon, with his clingy ways, and those damn lost puppy eyes has given me …feelings. Feelings which were supposed to stay with family and Jack; who may as well be my brother. Oh. The. Agony. Of it all. My feet hit the sand, before I get tackled.

"Roger! Have you seen Ralph? He hasn't been around at all lately, and you being so sneaky and all" Simon stares down at me innocently. Stupid little church boy and his…his…purity, the only thing I can't have. Cow.

"No I wouldn't have a clue. He's probably having fun without you." I remark plainly. Simon's face falls. God, I used to love hitting nerves. "Relax, he's in the forest, taking time to think, or whatever chiefly, tanned, naïve, pretty boys do" I roll my eyes and arc an eyebrow.

"What's wrong with you?" Simon asks, concerned. Not natural I tell you! Simon crawls off me, crossing his legs and continues to hold my gaze. I sigh.

"Nothing, don't worry your pretty little head over me Simone" I smirk. Simon just blinks.

"Pretty?" My eyes widen. Mask dropping for a second. Only a second.

"Yeah, in that choir boy, I-need-a-night-light kind of way" I sneer. He smiles adorably. Gah! Goofily, I meant goofily, dammit.

"But you're a choir boy Roger" Simon bit his lip, preventing himself from laughing. Way to happy this kid.

"Do I look like a want a night light?!" I snap

"No, but you may 'need' one" He smirks back, smirks, actually smirks. Simon. That just ain't right; I'm rubbing off on him, which means I've hung round him to much. Damn feelings and emotions. I shake my head and stand, stalking away. But I can here Simon trotting along behind me. I climb up onto the platform and sit on one of the log benches.

Jack comes along, which stops Simon from sitting near me.

"What's up Rogue?" Jack asks, looking out towards the ocean, making it seem as though he didn't care less. We both have our masks.

"Lover boy is close to making his decision" I say looking up at the canopy of leaves above me, also feigning disinterest. Jack stiffens slightly before going back to normal.

"That's nice" he states, finally turning to me, a questioning look on his face. I give a slight nod. It's so easy/simple to communicate with Jack.

Then Ralph makes his appearance, slowly walking threw the shrubbery and emerging next to the platform. A couple of boys cry out, one being Simon, who jogs over. Ralph looks sort of lost and upset. Jack stands, looking at him curiosly, picking up on his emotions. They make eye contact. All the other boys on the platform, including me look between the two.

"Ralph! I've been looking all over for yo-" Simon stops once Ralph pulls Jack towards himself. Kissing him in front of everybody (pretty much everybody). Simon gasps as do a few others, and Jack smiles into the kiss, making me smirk.

The smirk gets wiped off my face as Simon bolts into the trees. I shake my head, slowly walking after the black haired boy.

A/N: okay there it is, the second last chapter. Sorry if it isn't that good, but I haven't written a story like this in awhile, lately I've been writing things like about werewolves and vampires, if only their was a place where you could post any story you write…if anyone knows a website like that, please tell me!!!!