Warning: Ralger (or Ralph/Roger).

The name is deluding you into thinking inappropriate stuff, I suggest you should think again.

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Ralph's eyes shot open at the scream of a littlun. As a reflex, he got up and tried to leave his shelter as silently as possible so that Piggy and Simon, who were sleeping peacefully inside could have their rest. He approached the shelter where the sound came from and tapped on the screaming littlun's shoulder. It was Percival. The boy woke up, rubbed his eyes with his hand and looked at Ralph.

"You were screaming. What happened?" This question had became Ralph's routine.

"I had a nightmare, of the beastie." The boy whimpered, then, his eyes were filled with tears. "Ralph, I'm scared, will it come to get me?"

"No it won't, I guess." Ralph whispered the last part, then hushed the boy to sleep. He silently stood up, not anymore feeling the desire to sleep. He turned his heels and walked to the direction of the jungle.

The woods were especially quiet at night. Outside, the waves were crashing into the shore. Somewhere close to Ralph's ears, cicadas were crying. He tried to watch his feet, but in the dark, it was no use. The soil was surprisingly soft now that he had time to actually feel it. Ralph could hear his own footsteps, and when he stepped on a twig, breaking it, he jumped. The thoughts of the beast annoyed him. He knew there were no beasts, but he just could not prove it, even to himself. He heard a plopping sound coming from somewhere in the jungle. He jumped at that, too. Ralph looked around, trying to make out the figures that were the trees and the creepers in the dark. He followed the plopping noise through the jungle. At one point, it sounded more vivid, at another, it was faint. And at some points, Ralph bumped into a tree. The noise led him to a clearing where there was a small pond with a small frog jumping around, and some rocks and pebbles lied piling on top of each other, and Roger.

The dark-haired boy was throwing small rocks and pebbles on the water. They skipped on the surface for about three to four times before falling into the water, creating a "plop". Roger's head was bobbing up and down slightly, his dark gray eyes with dark circles underneath them were close to shutting a few times, but when they did shut, they suddenly opened again. Ralph emerged from behind a tree, his feet stepped on the noisy dry leaves and broken twigs, alarming Roger. Despite having shown no signs of harm, Ralph's sudden appearance made Roger jump. The black-haired boy stared at him, his eyes opening wide and his shoulder slightly shivered. Clearly, he was panicking. Ralph stopped and stood still. He put both his hands up, signaling that he meant no harm. The blonde slowly moved towards the pond and sat on the opposite side to Roger. The other boy stared at him, as if he was waiting for him to start the conversation first.

Ralph stared at his toes. In this part of the jungle, the sounds of the cicadas and the waves were especially faint. The moon above draped a curtain of cold light on the two sleepless boy figures next to the pond. Running a hand through his fair hair, Ralph then moved his gaze to the jungle in front of him. The jungle at night was far different from the morning. The wind blowing through it was a little more pleasant, and cooler too. At night, there was not as much noise as in the morning. There was only the faint cry of cicadas and the sound of the waves rushing to the beach. In the morning, there was the wave's noise, and the sound of the children screaming, and the frequent cries of seagulls, and the shouts and chants of Jack and his hunters, and the arguments, and– Ralph concluded that it was much more peaceful at night. Then, he saw two thin and pale legs approaching him. The other boy knelt before Ralph and took his hands out of his mouth. Now that Ralph had realized he had been biting his nails, his cheeks went crimson. He noticed the intense gaze that was Roger's was still fixated on him. The thin lips parted a little and Roger's voice was small, raspy, and almost unrecognizable.

"Don't bite your nails. It's–" His eyes tried to find something else to focus into beside Ralph and his brain was trying to search for the right word in the mess that was his memory. He finally settled on a word "–bad."

Ralph's cheeks were still red and oddly warm. Roger's breath tickled his face. He felt weird.