Author's Note: Remember how I said that this was a oneshot? Well, I lied. It's a twoshot.

Disclaimer: I don't own Roger, Maurice, or Lord of the Flies.

Chapter Two

After that awkward phone call, Roger told his mother that he was going to Maurice's house Saturday. He had said he would ask her, but then again, Roger never asked for anything, just demanded them and those who dared to challenge his demands faced the wrath of angry Roger. So his mother usually complied to his needs, especially since he tended to throw things when not given what he wanted.

When Saturday finally came along, Roger thought this over one last time. Maurice was annoying, hyper, and a bit weird. But there was something…endearing to all that. And he supposed that they were friends. And maybe Maurice had gotten less annoying. When he stepped out of the car, he was nearly knocked into the street by a blur of brown hair and blue eyes throwing itself on him.

Maurice had not lost his love of touching things, and had hugged Roger so hard that he was beginning to wonder if he was going to pass out from loss of air. "Maurice, get off me," he grunted.

"Hi, Roger!"

Roger's mother stared. "Um, I'll pick you up at five, Roger." Roger blushed and began to try and wriggle out of Maurice's grip. His mother sensed that this was a good moment to leave, and stepped into her car. Maurice's face was still buried in Roger's chest.

"Could you please let go of me? I think my mom thinks I'm gay now."

Maurice had a very difficult time not making a snide remark about how she might be right, but instead said, "Sorry. I was just excited to see you!"

"I can tell."

He finally let Roger go from his vice-like grip and just settled for grabbing his hand and dragging him inside. "My parents aren't home. We can do whatever we want!"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Like I said on the phone, I dunno. Want some food? We've got lots of food." Maurice's house was gigantic and had lots of staircases. The first floor was mostly made up of a gigantic foyer and a dining room, filled with lots of breakable objects. Frankly, Roger had no idea how all of them were still in one piece. Maurice seemed like the type of person who would break everything.

When they got into the kitchen, Maurice didn't even ask what Roger wanted and headed for a giant bowl of candy. "Isn't that a bit unhealthy?"

"So?"

"Do you want to end up looking like Piggy by the time you're twenty?"

Maurice smiled. "Everyone says I eat a lot but I never gain weight."

Another thing to add to Roger's list of annoying qualities Maurice had. Those types of people really annoyed him. Somehow Maurice had manifested into everything that got under his skin. "That's just unnatural."

Maurice, who was still quite short compared to Roger, hopped up onto the counter and began eating chocolate. He looked like he could have been in a commercial, he just looked so innocent and happy and...cute? No. Maurice was not cute at all. Roger wrinkled his nose and tried to think about something disgusting to purge that thought from his mind. Simon's corpse in the ocean. Piggy's brains on a rock. Ah, that was better. "You okay? You look like you're going to hurl."

"Good."

"How is that good?"

"Nevermind."

"Anyways, want a chocolate?" Maurice put on his big, dumb smile and didn't even wait for Roger to answer, just shoved it into his hands.

"No, I'm fine."

"They're really good," said Maurice in a sing-song voice, almost teasing him.

"Ok, fine." He ate the chocolate, if only to shut Maurice up. It was good. "Certainly tastes better than all that pig we ate on the island."

"I'm pretty sure I got food poisoning from that. I vomited like the whole ride back." Roger grimaced, recalling how many times Maurice had stuck his head over the side of the boat and he'd heard unpleasant noises coming from his mouth. Somewhere in the ocean, fish were choking from that.

"Don't remind me."

"I can't help that get seasick easily!" Maurice said defensively, popping another chocolate in his mouth. "Want to go up and eat this in my room?"

"Sure." Maurice dragged him up about four flights of stairs. "How many stairs does your house have?"

"A lot."

"I can see that."

"My room's on the top floor!" Roger was not entirely sure why this was a good thing. That meant that Maurice had to walk down four flights of stairs just to get breakfast. The smaller boy seemed unusually lively, though, he was running up the stairs like a mountain goat.

Finally, they reached Maurice's room. It was surprisingly bare, just a twin bed and a television, with a wardrobe and a bookshelf on one wall. There weren't any posters or anything on the walls. Roger had always expected that he'd have a room totally covered in promotional posters or something. "Seems kinda bare."

"I haven't redecorated in awhile." Maurice smiled apologetically and flopped on his bed, which was far too big for him and probably could have fit at least four people on it. Roger sat down on it. "Is yours all super decorated or something?"

He had to admit that it wasn't. "No. Mine is a lot smaller, too."

Maurice blushed. "I'm not sure why my bedroom is so big."

"Your bed is gigantic."

"Then why are you sitting all the way on the edge of it?"

Roger rolled his eyes. "Isn't that how you normally sit on someone else's bed?"

Maurice got up from his panther-like position on the bed and went to sit next to Roger. As usual, he was uncomfortably close. Roger moved over, and Maurice kept moving over to keep the same distance between them, until he had finally pushed Roger almost next to the headboard. "Can you stop moving?"

"Nope!" Maurice said.

Roger sighed. "I've forgotten how annoying you are."

Maurice looked slightly hurt. "Really? Did you miss me at least a little?" Roger gave some thought to it. There was something endearing about Maurice, even though he was irritating. And he was nice, at least, and even though he had the brain of the five-year-old, somewhat fun to talk to.

Roger, who almost never smiled, did just that. "No, I didn't. I missed you a lot." Maurice's face lit up, and he leaned towards Roger as though he was going to hug him again, and Roger unfortunately couldn't lean back and get away. And maybe just for once, he didn't really want. And Maurice did something entirely unexpected.

He kissed Roger.

Roger, who was annoyed by everything he did and always wore black. Roger, who had thrown stones at little boys. Roger, who had smashed sandcastles with him.

Maurice pulled back and after a few minutes of awkward silence. Finally, Roger broke it by saying, "Well, my mom will definitely think I'm gay now."

"Maybe she's right." Maurice put on a stupid, lovesick smile, and for once, Roger didn't mind it.

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That ends this twoshot :D Hope you enjoyed!