"Lord of Love" a Lord of The Flies Fanfic

Chapter 3

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The next few days were very foggy and cold, which was quite unusual, given that the weather was usually clear and warm. Oliver woke up early the next morning. Ralph was peacefully sleeping in the same spot as the previous night. Ralph's blond hair was past his eyes now, and Oliver carefully swept it back behind his ear. What am I doing? He wondered. Just then, Oliver got an idea, I'll Make a good breakfast just for Ralph! Oliver smiled and wandered into the woods to find some fresh berries for breakfast. He had a hard time figuring out without his glasses, but Oliver pushed on into the woods. Once his hands were full with fruits, he started walking to the camp again.

Oliver sat on the pale sand in the assembly spot, and arranged his food on a large leaf he found in the jungle. The pink of the sunrise reflected off the water and shimmered against the red rocks. Perfect, Oliver thought. For a final touch, he rolled a large rock from the mountain's foot nearby. Oliver smiled affectionately and sat for a moment, thinking of other things to add. Across the beach, he heard kids yelling and laughing. Oliver quickly stood up to hide, but it was already too late. A bunch of biguns from Jack's tribe had turned and were staring at him. There were three of them, faces concealed in masks of mud and clay. They glanced at each other and snickered evilly. Suddenly, they started sprinting at Oliver, picking up sand and rocks. One of the hunters threw a stone and hit him in the forearm. Oliver groaned in pain. He turned to run, purposefully away from the campsite where Ralph was still asleep. He bolted into the jungle as fast as his legs could take him, hoping to find a hiding spot in the shrubs and the trees. He stopped at the fork of a pig's run, unsure where to go. He could hear the hunters closing in on him. He instinctively dived into the bushes, it was too late to run. He saw the shadows of the biguns faintly in the light of early morning. Oliver held his breath as he stared down at the feet of the hunters. They seemed not to notice he was there, confused, they whispered to themselves and started to walk back to the fort, keeping an eye out for anything in the jungle that moves. As soon as he was safe, Oliver stumbled out of the bushes and panted heavily. He slowly started walking back to the assembly spot.

Oliver washed off in the beach water, preparing again for the nice breakfast. The spot on his arm had already turned blue. He hid it behind him as he stepped into the shelter where Ralph was still peacefully asleep, as if nothing had happened. Oliver smiled softly and tapped Ralph's arm. Ralph awoke with a quiet gasp, looked up at piggy and smiled.

"Made you something." Oliver said cheerfully.

Ralph brushed his shaggy hair back with his fingers. He immediately lit up with joy and started toward Oliver with a pleasant smile. Oliver ran his hands through Ralph's hair hoping to smooth it out. He only chuckled and shook his head, making his blonde hair fall all over his face. Ralph then noticed something on Oliver's arm. I

"What's that?" He asked inquisitively.

Oliver quickly dismissed it. "Nothing, I just stumbled in the forest and hit a rock while I was looking for..." he trailed off. "Nevermind that. I have to show you something." Oliver walked toward the area he had prepared breakfast on and suddenly stopped in his tracks. Oh No! He thought. Those hunters completely destroyed the breakfast! Oliver turned bright red. Ralph saw Oliver in a slight panic, and noticed the pile of berries and fruit sitting around a large rock. Strange, Ralph thought. Hadn't noticed that before. Then Ralph got an idea.

"Look, Olly! We can use this rock as a table and have a nice breakfast with all these fruits!"
"Huh, I guess we can!" Oliver laughed nervously and helped Ralph clean up the mess.

The sun was now almost right above them, but the fog and clouds helped hide the scorching heat. Oliver and Ralph laughed together and enjoyed their breakfast, talking and forgetting where they were.

"Sometimes.." Said Ralph

"Sometimes I wonder what is going on. At home."

The word felt like a dagger in Oliver's chest. Home? Where is home?

"Me too..." Said Oliver, slowly.

"I wonder if the war is still happening, and I wonder if my mum and dad are still waiting... waiting for me to come home. Or if they've decided that I'm gone... that it's not worth the time and energy to keep caring about me."

Oliver looked over at Ralph, then the cloudy sky.

"Sometimes I wonder if my dad even misses me." Astonished by his own words, he looked down.

"He never really liked me, or wanted me around... I was never sporty enough, skinny enough, or had enough friends. He just wanted a different kind of son. That is why I always stayed at school. He would'a liked a kid like you."

Ralph looked back at Oliver.

"None of my parents ever did like me much, so they sent me to my auntie often. She'd always say I was too delicate to be normal like other boys. I was homeschooled for a few years, then I begged my auntie to let me go to school with boys my age. She's always been too protective, and I just wanted to live my life. When I got to school, I realized why I needed to be protected. Bullied for years, I would walk in the halls and the boys would shout at me and throw pencils and school supplies. They never understood that I couldn't do anything about myself. I would try to make friends but the same thing would happen, they would laugh, call me names, and walk away. I did have a friend once, his name was George. He was the first person to think of me as an equal, to care. Then I realized he was talking behind my back. He was only my friend because it was a dare from his friends. I was tricked. So I didn't come to school, and if I did I ditched my classes, I refused to go back to that place, then the war started and we got sent off."

"Pig-" Ralph stuttered. "Oliver, I-"

"It's fine now, I got you." Oliver smiled kindly and set his hand on Ralph's head.

"Yeah..." Ralph sighed.

"I always felt kinda trapped at school. My parents were these perfect citizens, and they always expected the same for me. I always had to be the best, class president, and perfect grades and attendance. I was always busy, and I had to have twelve classes every day. I needed to always be calm and collected, and never show my feelings. I had to be friends with family friends at school, and nobody else. Never make any choice for myself, and never say no to anything my parents asked. I had 5 older brothers and 1 younger sister, who I always had to look after. My mom had died giving birth to her, so my dad never treated her right because he blamed her. She would never stand up for herself because she grew up thinking... thinking that it was truly her fault." He started to cry, talking shakily, "So I would work hours to get her food and toys, and she would sleep in my room. When the plane crashed, she had just turned seven. My house was like a military academy, and we were never really able to express ourselves. I don't know what came of her now that I'm not around... My grandma would always say that I was like my mom." Ralph's voice broke and Oliver realized that this was the first time he had seen Ralph cry. Yet, Ralph's face was completely blank as hot tears rolled down his sunburnt cheeks.

Oliver heard Ralph crying softly. It's overwhelming to be with Ralph like this, he thought. I know what will cheer him up! Oliver shifted closer to Ralph and laid his head on his shoulder. Ralph looked towards Oliver, "You're parents don't get to decide who you are... because if they won't accept you as you are, I will." Oliver curled up and started to drift off. Once Ralph was sure he was asleep, he leaned over and pecked a kiss on his cheek. Oliver, deep in his sleep, uncovered a warm, loving smile.