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Your actions that speak louder °♡

"Ralph! You can't keep runn'in from me forever!"

"Leave me alone!"

        Jack was right on Ralph's tracks down the wooden stairs. Earlier during brunch Jack started
up a conversation with Ralph.

One thing led to another, Jack pressed the wrong button and Ralph yelled at the ginger and stormed off, which also set Jack off.

"Why won't you just let me talk!" Jack stood on the last step while Ralph had his back turned to him with crossed arms.

"Every time I've tried to talk to you, you just walk away from me. I've tried to be patient with you! Why can't you be patient with me to talk!"

Ralph whipped his head around with utter shock. A smile appeared with it.

"Patient? PATIENT?!" He laughed aloud, taking Jack by surprise.

"You think I haven't been patient with you?! That's all I've been to you! On that hell island all you talked about were hunting! All the slacking you did!" Ralph stepped forward.

"And you think all the shit you pulled back there that I wasn't patient with?! The payment I get is being chocked by smoke and your tribe hunting me" Ralph shouted, now a foot away from Jack.

"You really are a meathead." He leaned in, spoke in a lower tone yet sternly.

The slightly taller teen swallowed a lump in his throat, not liking being yelled at and the distance between them. Jack wrinkled his freckled nose with a slight snarl, the rivalry still there.

"Well I'm sorry I was trying to...! Fix this somehow!"

Ralph cackled at him as if this was all some game. "What is there to fix."

The corner of Jack's eye twitched trying to restrain himself from launching himself at the blonde teen in front of him.

"How about you just go hunt a bloody pig since that's the only thing you think about." Ralph hissed at him.

Jack leaned in, the tips of there noses touch, trying to intimidate him.

The ginger murmured under his breath. "And you should go be concerned over one."  Jealousy laced over his voice. Rather then me..

His emerald eyes glowered at the icy blue eyes inches from him. Those eyes were almost intoxicating to the teen, to many emotions to fit them.

The warm breath against his fair skin seem to simmer the anger and frustration out. His gaze softened in the slightest, the freckled one noticed.

A smirk painted his face making him feel vulnerable. The blonde stood still, not backing off.

A hand tenderly slid to his sensitive neck. Warmth radiated off that hand, heating Ralph's neck.

Small circles rubbed into the sun kissed skin. Tingling sensations taunted his neck, making his fine hair stand on end.

That hand then tightened it's grip, slicing pain following it.

Cold air hit the wound with warm blood flowing down. Ralph grasped his neck, gasping for air. He seemed to be chocking but, not on his blood.