//I've decided to just publish the rest of this one heh...
Simon gave a look of concern, knowing it probably hurt to get hit in the face like that. He didnt want things to continue like this, it wasn't healthy for anyone, it'll just cause irreversible damage.
"Dont be.." He smiled, feeling sympathetic for the other boy. The dark haired boy never understood violence, it was just a way to push people around.
"I'd love to." Simon said, voice chiming with excitement. He felt a blush spread across his face when Roger grabbed his hand, he didnt know why his face heated up, it just did.
He nodded to Roger, leading them both to a spot where he usually went for fruits, or anything else he could fine. His mood was lit up the whole time, he felt amazing despite what he just witnessed. Was he coming apart too?
Roger walked with him, a small smile on his face the whole time. He felt closer to Simon for some weird reason. Nothing had changed between them as far as he could tell though...
"You know one thing I do miss about home is the food,"He laughed sitting on the jungle floor."My mom would make this grilled cheese for lunch like every day and it was so good,"Roger exclaimed thinking back to easier times. How long had they been here? At least a few weeks or so...
"Did your mom ever make anything like that?"He asked looking up at the clear sky."My dad couldn't cook to save his life,"Roger chuckled sweeping a clump of hair out of his face."I've never really heard anything about your family before. I mean we never really talked at school before, but still..."He exclaimed curiously.
Simon stopped, eyeing the fruit that was above them. The tall tree where the fruit hung was much too big for even both of them to reach, so climbing would have to be an option.
He listens to Roger talking, enjoying the feeling of being connected like this with one another. "Grilles cheese is good I heard." he smiled, remembering when he was told about the foods he hasnt had before, that he always wanted to try.
"My mom made...just normal things. The food itself was good, and she always wanted me to eat it." Simon laughed a little, something he usually never did. He knew that this is what Roger needed, a compelling conversation. "I usually dont talk about my family because they're pretty boring." he said, not wanting to talk of his past with Roger. For Simon, this island felt a lot safer than home ver did. All he could think about now was school, the hell he went through because of him being shy.
"You've never had a grilled cheese? That's so upsetting Simon if we ever get off of here I'll make you one,"He exclaimed with a hopeful smile. Even though the lingering fear that they may never be saved hung heavy in his thoughts...
"My family's pretty boring too I guess. I still miss them though...I bet my little brothers glad I'm gone. I was kind of a jerk to him,"He laughed a little watching Simon eyeing the tree."I'm glad he isn't stuck here either though we probably wouldn't have killed on another by now...We would fight a lot,"He exclaimed putting his head in his hands. Roger enjoyed being the older sibling. He could hold all the power...
He didn't really need the title, it just made him feel good knowing deep down he could fight Jack or Ralph. Roger could easily kill someone like Simon or Piggy or the little boys. Not that he would it just gave him a sense of...content knowing that he could. He shouldn't see things that way, but he did. He knew he had to really be careful now especially around Simon...He didn't want to break him for god sake...
"Okay, thanks. That's awfully nice of you," Simon exclaimed , still smiling. It was times like these where he felt really close to Roger, almost like their friendship could last a long time with some effort.
"Sibling fights are common." he giggled, taking a seat on the green ground. Once he found out Roger had a younger sibling, it makes sense why hes sometimes controlling, he had power over someone else before. Not that it surprised him, but it kinda put things into perspective for him, wondering what it would feel like to have that power over someone else.
Simon scooted over until his and Roger's knees were touching, enjoying the closeness. He didnt know why, but he felt something for the other boy, was it...Affection? A crush? Maybe both, but he wasn't sure. He enjoyed the time they spent together, especially now. Wishing it would last longer, but night was always an issue.
The dark haired boy has yet to hurt anyone on the island, even for survival he was a wimp, but hurting someone came with guilt. Guilt didnt feel right to Simon, he didnt want to feel it at all. So all he does is be nice, and try to avoid it. What he cant get rid of though, is selfishness. He wanted Roger all to himself, which was selfish, but it's how he felt.
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