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4. Things Are Not Really As They Seem

Ren's PoV

Jonas the lame-ass just had to ruin things. He just had to turn the radio thing-y on the radio. Argh, he was the true idiot with all his logical facts and-

"Reginald, will you shut up about me being a lame-ass. I know I'm lame, you don't have to rub it in. Stop pacing, you're giving me a headache and try ranting when we're not stuck in a cave alone together." Jonas tapped his fingers on the rock beside him as he sat, leaning onto another rock.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, sooooooorrrrrrryy, Jo-ass!" I snapped. "How about you try having a fine life, until some logical maniac comes along and ruins everything. I thought you'd be quite cool, but nope, you're too logical. Like-like Alexander Hamilton from Hamilton, too logical for any damn man to understand. Ah, I said that wrong, but whatever." I shrugged.

Jonas looked puzzled. "Alexander Hamilton," he repeated. "I thought you were failing in history, how do you know about him?"

I laughed loudly. "Alexander Hamilton. He's the basturd, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the carribean by providence, impoverished, in squalor, grew up to be a hero and a scholar. The ten dollar, founding father without a-"

"Did you create a song just to remember that stuff?" He looked even more puzzled.

I gasped, putting my hand over my heart. "Do you not know Hamilton!? The musical!?!?"

He shook his head in dismay, sighing. "Why would there be a musical about Alexander Hamilton?"

I kept myself from fainting, my hand to my forehead and other trying to cover Jonas' face from my sight. "How do you not know of the best musical in world history!? I am definitely showing you the songs once we get off this forsaken island."

Jonas huffed, looking to the side. "Well, it should be better than you trying to rap."

"Hey!"

"Cut the crap out, Reginald. You know it's true." He just loved to push my buttons.

"My name is Ren, not Reginald, Jonas!" I crossed my arms, glaring again.

He shrugged and got up, putting his hands on his hips.

"You look so gay with that stance," I commented, grinning up at him. I walked over to him, patted his back, then started to the fork that I took a left in.

Jonas followed quickly behind me, muttering something I couldn't understand. Was that another language? He sighed and said, "Hey, Reginald-"

"Ren," I corrected.

"-Do you really think your bad at kissing?"

I paused, heat coming to my cheeks. "Uh, I was being sarcastic mostly, but I've never really kissed something before, so.. Yeah, to me, I'm a bad kisser."

"I thought you have kissed Nona at least once."

I shrugged. "On the cheek, yeah. But if she doesn't want me to kiss kiss her, then I won't."

Jonas started to stay something. "Well, that-" he stopped, looking down. "That is actually a really nice thing to do...."

"Yeah, well. I'm a nice person, unlike you." I glared at him with a smirk.

"Yeah, well. You ruined the moment. Entirely."

"Thank you~"

"Thank you?"

"You are welcome." I grin at him and he rolls his eyes.

Jonas shook his head and trudged ahead, done with me. He started running and I quickly followed, not liking the fact we might lose each other. Not that I like being with him, of course.

I plundged into him when he stopped and I asked, "What the hell?"

He didn't respond, but just walked forward. eyes centered on one thing. "Things are not really as they seem," he murmured, voice a bit too weird to be his own, yet it still is his own.

"J-Jo-Jonas??" I asked, a bit scared at what was happening. I put my hand on his shoulder and his body was as tense as my guitar back home. I pulled him back so I could see what happened to him.

Something was different about him. His eyes: were red. His face was confused, but when he spoke again, his voice was harsh. "Things are not really as they seem."

I backed away, frightened by this change. "Jonas, what-what happened!?"

Jonas' head lowered, brows furrowed before he looked back at me and I scambled to the wall, breath being ragid. "Things. Are. Not. Really. As. They. Seem."

His eyes widened and I sucked in what air I could, holding it there. Maybe I could choke own my air in my lungs and die before Jonas could rip me to pieces. He fell to his knees and then he flew up.

"Things are not really as they seem," he repeated for the fourth time in a row, more harsher and louder. His mouth opened wide as I gaped even more than ever, more than his and his was wide. The red glow came from his mouth now and the incoherent screaming.

The red glow became too bright for me to see and I covered me eyes. Once it cleared, I looked around. Jonas was unconscious on the floor, spawled around it, or I thought he was. I saw another blurry figure, running towards me.

"Ren! Jonas!" Someone yelled before everything went black.

• • •

So. That very well. Would that be, um.. Ren x Jonas right here? Would that be bad if I do that? To me, Ren is Lance McClain and Jonas and Keith Kogane, recently joining because of the main character and him are now step-siblings (hint, hint, Takashi Shirogane.). So... Haha. Well then.

I'll let you decide. If someone decides to read this, that is....

Well. All-ye, All-ye- All are free. Farwell.

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