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Not three hours after his right hand killed Piggy, Jack lay flat on his back in his cave, covering his eyes with his arms and trying to make himself fall asleep. It was almost working, too, but then he heard footsteps at the entrance of the cave and sighed. Didn't the hunters know better than to bother him while he was trying to sleep?

"Who's there?!" he called out. He heard a snort and the footsteps continued forward.

"Who do you think?" a slightly higher, younger voice replied. At the sound of this familiar voice, Jack smirked and sat up.

"Oh, hi Rossy," he said, snickering at the name his friend so deeply hated. The dark haired fourteen year old, instead of growling as per usual, simply rolled the dark eyes that every boy on the island feared.

"It's Roger to you," came the reply. "Don't want the other boys to find out our little secret do we?" The redhead growled at the meer thought of it.

Three months earlier

As Roger strutted into the locker rooms after yet another successful game, he simply grinned at the countless congratulations that he had begun to simply expect after each game. Being the star of St. James' Military Academy lacrosse team at the age of fourteen didn't come without a rather large ego. The other boys on the team were laughing and cheering as they marched in. They recounted every play, every detail, and not a single person forgot to gush about Roger's many scores. And of course, just like always, nobody seemed to notice how the younger boy was the only one to change in the bathrooms, or that he, like always, was the last to leave.

Or so, he assumed he was.

"Hey Rog," he heard the voice of his roommate as he was just about to walk out of the locker room. "Can we talk for a second?" Roger cursed very softly and turned to face the older boy.

"What's up Jack?" he asked, forcing his voice down an octave. The redhead, who was currently leaning against the lockers, shrugged and straightened up.

"Your folks called earlier," Jack said nonchalantly, watching for even the slightest reaction from his best friend. None came. "We had a pretty interesting conversation," he continued. "You know, after I assured them they didn't have to worry about the fact that there was a boy in your room." Roger still said nothing.

"My parents are freaks," he said simply. Jack rolled his eyes.

"The game is up Roger," he said. Then he smirked. "Or should I say Roslyn?" His roommate swore, out loud this time.

"How the hell did you know?!" she asked.

"I told you, I talked to your parents. I've got to say, once I got past the initial confusion of someone calling for Roslyn McAllistor, it wasn't hard to figure out. You do have a lot of mood swings at the end of every month," Jack said jokingly. "Why didn't you tell me? Why are you even here?!"

"This is the best military boarding school in the country, I couldn't miss out on that just because I'm a girl!" she said, her voice going quiet on the last word. "So I messed with a few documents to fool my parents and the school and the next thing I knew I was here!" A worried look crossed her face. "You won't tell anyone, will you?"

"Why shouldn't I?" Jack said, beginning to circle her. "I mean, you could be some sexual predator! You've seen me change enough times!" Roslyn snorted at this.

"If I were a sexual predator, I'd pick better prey," she replied. "Not much downstairs my friend." Jack glared.

"Help!" he yelled. "Help me! I'm feeling sexually threatened!" The dark haired teen before him suddenly growled and rushed at him, pinning him against the lockers.

"Look Merridew," she hissed, her voice returning to its normal sound. "Not a soul finds out about this. I worked damn hard to keep this charade up for the past year and no nancy-boy choir kid is going to ruin it for me, got it?" Jack raised his hands innocently.

"Hey, let's not jump to conclusions here!" he exclaimed. "I never said I'd tell anyone." Roslyn's eyes widened slightly and she stepped back.

"You're not going to?" she asked. Jack shrugged.

"I've got a chick for a roommate," he said. "Do you honestly think I'm in a rush to shoo you out?" She thought about this a moment.

"Oh," Roslyn said simply. "Well, might as well then." Jack gave her a confused look.

"Might as well wha-" before he could finish, the girl formerly known as Roger grabbed his face in her hands and planted one on him. It was a very brief kiss, but according to Jack, it was three seconds of pure awesome. Roslyn may or may not say the same, because Roslyn is much more highly sophisticated than her roommate. She pulled back quickly and smirked at him.

"See you in class Merridew," she called back from the door in her boy voice before walking out.

Present

"No chance in hell I'm letting them in on this," Jack said, practically growling. Roslyn laughed.

"Aw, Jacky," she said, walking over and straddling his lap. "You never did like sharing your toys did you?" She grabbed the ends of his hair and tugged them back roughly so that his mouth flew open and he was looking up at him. She took her opportunity and kissed him, biting his lip as she did. Jack gasped and pushed her back slightly.

"Jeez Rossy," he practically exclaimed, wiping the blood away from his lip. "Stop using your canines if you're going to do that!" She just giggled sweetly.

"But where's the fun in that?" she asked. She wiped some of his blood away with her index finger and stuck it in her mouth. Jack shook his head at her, laughing a little in spite of himself. Then he caught sight of how thin and ragged her shirt had become and looked at her chest with pointed disapproval.

"I can see your bandages through your shirt," he said. "You need to cover up better, the boys might notice." Roslyn just shrugged and unbuttoned Jack's shirt.

"We'll switch then," she said. "Yours is still fine right?" She pulled Jack's button down off him and then pulled hers off. Jack looked away and tried not to blush as she replaced her shirt with his. She noticed this reaction and grinned. Then she grabbed his chin, her nails digging into his skin, and made him look her in the eyes again. "Better?" He smiled against the irritating pain in his jaw.

"Much," he said, swatting her hand away and kissing her. She smiled as she climbed off his lap and lay down beside him, trying not to make any biting remarks as his arm settled around her waist. "So," he said into her hair, remembering a question he'd meant to ask earlier. "Fatty got on your nerves faster than usual. Is it that time of the month again?" Roslyn snorted.

"You wish."

"Why do I wish for you to be a violent, irritable little bitch?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. She laughed.

"Because I'm horny as fuck during it," she replied.

"You're always horny as fuck," he reminded her. She shrugged.

"Oh so true." The two lay there silently for a while, and yet again Jack was about to fall asleep when she interrupted him with slight horror in her voice. "Jack?"

"Hm?" he murmured, being careful not to snap at her and risk her wrath.

"It was supposed to be a week ago." His eyes snapped open and all he could manage to mutter was, "Oh shit."

Well, there would be no sleeping for him now.

That...was odd. Not weird, odd. All my other stories are weird and spazzy and come from my general craziness. This. This just kind of happened. And now it's out here for the world to see. I'm not really sure what to think of this, but I thought it was an interesting idea so here it is. I hope you all liked it, please review and please respond to my poll!