Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Flies or any of its characters...(but I wish I do).

(A/N): Hey guys! As you can probably guess, this is my first fanfiction I have ever published on this website, but I recently watched Project X and since the main three characters reminded me so much of Ralph, Piggy, and Jack, I couldn't help writing this little spinoff, so to say. I would appreciate reading and reviewing, but if you want to critique, please feel free! I mainly came on this site to learn better ways to write, and I figured there would be polite people on this website, so..don't let me down!

I don't know if there will be slash or not, depends on what route this story goes, but so far I have no plans to have anyone pair up with anyone. Doesn't mean I don't support the couples (I support all LoTF couples), just means not for this particular story.

Please enjoy, read and review, got chance and luck! See ya :)

It was almost six in the morning, and the first thing a certain fat boy could do when he woke up was reach absentmindedly for his inhaler, which was on the left side of his bed. May 26th. It was a Thursday, the second to last day before school got out, the last two days of any high schooling the fat boy had left, and even though he was number one in his class, he still felt that nothing truly spectacular happened this year.

A young plump woman entered the fat boy's room, wearing an apron with some pancake mix on it and some syrup stains covering her chubby arms.
"Good morning, Piggy! Time to wake up and start the day! Also, remember to feed Morris before you leave!"

Piggy, the fat boy, sighed before lazily rolling out of bed and grunting as he landed. He was thankful his stomach could massage falls such as those, one of the main advantages of being fat.

"Mother, I always feed Morris. Get father to do it, won't you?" His thick British accent was muffled by the carpet floor, and the fat boy's mother could only assume that what he said were words of acceptance, so she left.

Needless to say, things that morning were not really going the way Piggy wanted to. He had to put on his clothes, wash his face, eat breakfast, feed his pet hog named Morris, and get his school stuff together before barely having enough time to catch the bus. The bus driver's name, , gave him a particular look of something between discomfort and confusion. Piggy knows he always looks like that, partly because of the fact that was raised in an eerie cowshed in the northern parts of Alabama (he heard it from Jack telling Roger in Algebra class), and because of the fact that he rode this bus for the previous seven years and the driver still barely knows he exists. Mr. Woodshaw only sighed before opening his mouth.

"Say, kid, isn't this your last couple of days here? Try to get to the bus quicker next time as a graduation gift or something, okay?" The bus driver only laughed before having to cough shortly afterwards. He always has to do that.

Piggy never thought that he would get to school that morning, since the day seemed to be lasting forever already, but when he did he went to his locker to put some stuff away and noticed that Ralph, along with some girls from different grades, were huddled on the opposite sides of the lockers. The young blonde quarterback showed his bright smile, and the dimples on his cheeks made the girls around him swoon. They were the popular girls, of course, so it only made sense to Piggy as to why they would hang out with Ralph, the most popular boy at school.

Piggy hated the quarterback with a sheer passion, and it wasn't hard to figure out why. Ralph was beautiful, he had many friends, his grades were pretty good, and he was a superstar of the high school's sports records, normally participating in every sport he could get his hands on. To the high school, Ralph was practically a god, and Piggy only a mere peasant.

"Like I would really care what the school thinks of me, though. The only thing that matters to me is my intelligence, nothing else." The fat boy muttered, his breath smelling like blueberry pancakes and chocolate milk.

"Ralph! Tell us about that one guy from the team at last night's game!" A young brunette cheerleader said while letting her hands trail up Ralph's bulging biceps. If there was another thing that Piggy noticed about Ralph, it was the fact that he was probably the most muscular guy in his grade, if not the entire school. The blonde smiled again before laughing.

"So, I had this one guy pinned up before the game, right? He was begging me for mercy, saying he could even convince the rest of his team to let us having the winning touchdown, but I knew better, so I told him that regardless of what I did to him, we were going to get the winning touchdown anyway. The guy started crying, and whatever, so I eventually had to let him go so he wouldn't be too embarrassed. Afterwards, we got prepared for the game." The arrogant smirk reflecting off of Ralph's tannish face made Piggy want a boulder to fall on top of him and make him fall off a cliff, or something. Unrealistic, he knew, but he still felt that way. The same girl who asked the question only giggled in that annoying way preppy girls do, and the rest of the girls talked their faces off for the rest of the time Piggy was at his locker.

He closed his locker before heading over to World History, his first class, and sat down next to a boy that had been his only friend for the past...well, all of Piggy's life, basically.
"Morning, Simon."

The younger brunette boy, slim and delicate in appearance, stopped scribbling random drawings in his black composition book and looked at his fat friend with a startled expression. Simon was always very timid, and he got scared pretty easily.

"Now, don't faint or anything. I wouldn't want to have to take you to the nurse's office again." Piggy said, pulling out his binder and retrieving the final document of his graduation speech. The fat boy had used this period for the previous one and a half weeks just preparing for it, so he wanted it to be perfect. Plus, since the fact that this was the last week of school, it was mainly a blow-off week for everyone, so work didn't even really matter.

Simon glanced at the document with an interested look in his light brown eyes. When something fascinated the younger boy, it was awfully hard to distract him from anything else. Piggy noticed this and handed Simon the paper.

"Aren't you nervous at all for the speech? If I were you, I would be." The brunette started, skimming over the paragraphs with much eagerness. Simon's rank within his class was somewhere in the lower thirties, there being only around a hundred in his grade, but this didn't really matter to him. The only thing that really mattered to Simon was his artwork and those weird nature videos he keeps in his basement. Piggy once remembered a time he spent the night at Simon's place before, and they watched one of the videos out of sheer boredom. It was ludicrous, especially the part where the monarch butterfly was eaten by the carnivorous warthog, afterwards having the warthog being very sick and dying from the poison of the butterfly itself.

"Poor warthog..." Piggy trailed off, staring at a random cardboard on the side of the classroom with a picture of Garfield on it.
"Piggy? You, um, you okay?" The stuttering, quiet voice of the fat boy's friend broke into Piggy's concentration of the seemingly beautiful cardboard picture, and Piggy could only look at him with an empty gaze.
"Huh?"

Simon only playfully rolled his eyes before opening his composition book and continuing to his drawings while handing Piggy his paper back.

Piggy had no idea why Simon would be weirded out by his random blank moments, considering that Simon was known to be one of the weirdest and battiest kids in school. 'He's so batty he sees talking pig heads in his sleep, and he imagines us landing on an island and revolting to cannibalism...he's quite crazy, sometimes.' The fat boy thought as his mind went back to the paper he held in his hands. He really appreciated the fact that Simon had been with him for so long, so he wouldn't feel lonely, but there were things about the younger boy that Piggy couldn't really understand, like some of his weird dreams.
Piggy and Simon had actually been friends since the beginning of the elementary years, when they were young and didn't really understand too much about life and its hardships. The fat boy also remembered that they began knowing each other because of one peanut butter sandwich, a pastry that will forever be a reminder of that one special lunch period...

"Hey! Give me back my sandwich, you thieves!"
A chubby short boy reached out stubbornly where a redhead when a face full of freckles was, holding out a rather delicious looking peanut butter sandwich teasingly. The cafeteria stool was rocking back and forth as the boy's fat thighs kept making it move.
"Oh, you want this back? I don't know...looks awfully tasty," the thief replied, looking at it now with complete appetite and a ravenous gaze. His light blue eyes looked back at the other boy as the ginger eagerly opened the package.
"No! Please, I don't have money to buy cafeteria food, and that's the only thing I have!" Knowing he was in defeat, he watched as the sandwich slid from the package into the other boy's bony hands. There was no hope for a second chance, the fat boy had lost. A chuckle came from the redhead.
"You really think you can keep food away from me, fatty? You already need to lose a couple pounds, might as well let the other people have it." Pushing his fingers into the creamy peanut butter, the redhead finally was ready to eat the sandwich. His mouth opened, with the sandwich coming closer and closer to its death.
"Um...excuse me? That isn't yours, Jack. Give it back to the boy."
A random, yet slightly quiet voice came from behind the redhead, the name apparently being Jack, and the fat boy moved to get a closer look at who it belonged to.
A littler boy, who was very slim and had very rosy cheeks, gave a determined look to Jack as he reached for the sandwich and managed to catch a half of it successfully, due to the redhead's shock of the outburst itself. Jack could only laugh afterwards.
"Simon? You want to stand up to me? Ha, very funny, now c'mon, give it back."
'"No, Jack. You constantly steal people's food during lunch, and honestly, I am quite sick of it." The young boy, whose name was Simon, had to swallow his own spit out of fear before continuing. "If it means you will stop stealing this boy's lunch, I will sacrifice my own lunch for you."
"No!" The fat boy cried, knowing that the nice little boy didn't need to sacrifice so much for him, a boy he barely knew. Simon gave a hopeful smile to the fat boy as the redhead seemed to look deep in thought. It seemed as though he was considering Simon's offer, and after a couple of seconds of silence, the redhead smirked.
"Very well. Your lunch, everyday, or else you will have to speak to my good ol' friend, Roger."
The fat boy looked at another slim figure that was slightly behind Jack with a carnivorous smirk planted on his face, with his longish black hair covering a good majority of his forehead. The boy himself looked almost sinfully evil, and it sent fearful vibes throughout the fat boy's body. Simon gulped again and nodded reluctantly, and while Jack gave the fat boy back the rest of his sandwich, Simon raised his brown paper sack in complete defeat as the redhead snatched it greedily. With Jack and Roger leaving, content with their food, the fat boy watched as Simon walked over to where he was.
"Sorry, we never really got to introduce ourselves. My name is Simon, what's yours?"
The fat boy will never forget that warm smile that came off of the littler boy during the first day of meeting, and the fat boy declared his name Piggy. As the days went by, Piggy secretly brought food to both him and Simon, somewhere Jack and Roger would never try looking, and the two boys have been friends since.

Piggy smiled as the memory brought up good feelings, and he honestly couldn't imagine how he would have gotten through the past years of school without Simon by his side. Simon and him were like bread and butter, and Simon was the only person that really understood Piggy without mimicking him or making fun of the way he looked. The fat boy was truly grateful.

Unfortunately, a loud crash of a door slam came to the Piggy and Simon's attention as a couple of boys walked into the room. The teacher was sound asleep, so she didn't even wake up due to the sound. Piggy glanced up in surprise as two auburn haired twins with bright hazel eyes came up to where the other two boys were.
"Hullo, Piggy! Hullo Simon! Beautiful day isn't it? Might look-,"
"-like rain!" The other twin finished the other brother's sentence, and they smiled from ear to ear.

Sam and Eric, commonly referred to as Samneric in school terms, were the only pair of twins in the entire district. They looked exactly the same, talked exactly the same, but they honestly had rather different personalities as far as twins go. Sam was more responsible than Eric was in general, whether it be homework or anything personal, and Eric was slightly more outgoing than Sam, although they both were quite outgoing already. Piggy was more apathetic towards Samneric, only really considering them as acquaintances rather than friends, but he knew that Simon and Samneric had been good friends since a couple of years ago. Simon could be friends with anyone, if he really wanted to, since his personality was so..pure, so to say.

Simon smiled at the twins. "Yes, rain is very beautiful isn't it?" The brunette beamed happily as he drew several raindrops on a blank sheet of paper in his book. Piggy looked at the boys with a confused look on his face.

"How is rain beautiful? It's rain. I figured you would say it would be sunny, or something more...rational." The fat boy smiled as his favorite word crossed his lips, and the bell signaling a new class period went off. The four boys walked out of the classroom with their stuff as Sam skipped in some weird way and Eric walked faster than his brother.

"Rain is beautiful. It makes sleeping more enjoyable, and -"
"- it helps with getting through the day if your day is sorrowful." Sam finished with a happy laugh.
Piggy, although still confused, could only accept that the twins thought this way. Simon, who was already smiling before, could only smile brighter as the boys went to Pre-Calculus next.

Although the beginning of his day began rather slowly, the day began to speed up rather quickly and before anyone knew it, the lunch bell rang. Piggy and Simon left their Health class (a class in which Piggy found most utterly uncomfortable) and began to walk down the halls towards their lockers.

"Simon, you can go ahead and go to the cafeteria, if you want. I am going to the restroom really fast, then I will meet you at our normal seats."

The smaller boy nodded as he put his things away, grabbed the lunch Piggy packed for him, and walked off. Piggy could only sigh as he opened his own locker to grab his own lunch, but something felt rather..weird. It felt as though someone was actually breathing down his neck, and it made the fat boy very uncomfortable.

"Hello Piggy. Long time, no see. Come with me." A voice abruptly cut through Piggy's train of thought and without an explanation a stranger shut the locker door and placed a bag over Piggy's face. The stranger wrapped his arm around Piggy's neck, not too tightly but hard enough to hold, and dragged the fatty up and down the hallways, completely ignoring Piggy's occasional muffles and attempts to call for help. Sweat began to start forming on Piggy's forehead from the humidity of the bag itself and the feeling of fear consuming him whole. Where was this stranger taking him, exactly?

After a minute or so of constant dragging, Piggy felt the stranger stop pulling and open a door, apparently using a key to do it. Once the door was opened, the stranger pushed Piggy into the room, turned the light switch on, and removed the bag from Piggy's face. Piggy opened his eyes to see that he was, in fact, in the janitor's closet. The room itself was very small, but honestly Piggy couldn't really concentrate due to the fact that Ralph, the popular athlete with the, 'oh so brilliant smile' was in the room as well. Piggy quickly turned around to find the one person he didn't want to see besides Ralph. The red hair, dark freckles, and icy blue eyes completely gave the fat boy the chills, a look only Jack Merridew could give. The redhead smirked before saying anything.

"Well, well, well. I thought it would be a whole lot harder to get you in here, fatty...I guess I was wrong." Jack threw the bag on the ground and Ralph sighed impatiently.

"Listen, Merridew, I have to get back to lunch. My friends and I were talking about the game on TV last night, and if I don't go back -."

"Shut up! This party is going to be the greatest thing that ever happened to you, to me, and hell, maybe fat-so over here, and all you can think about is going back to lunch?! Would you rather go back to your gay friends and only wonder what would actually happen if we did this, or actually do it and become world-wide celebrities?"

Ralph's dark blue eyes pierced through Jack's like a sharpened knife.

"Jack, how do you even know if this is going to work? I have heard about the parties you pull, and frankly, none of them seem to impress me. Either you better be damn serious about this, or I am getting out of here."

"I am, just shut up, dammit. Let me speak to Mr. Bacon over here first." Jack hissed before turning around and looking at Piggy directly in the eyes.

"So, Ralph and I are throwing this sick end-of-the-year party over at his house, but the problem is we want to set up music stands, electronic gaming areas, all the cool electronic shit that people have when they throw awesome, hell-blowing parties. We know you're the dork that managed to get number one in our class, so we figured you must have some knowledge when it comes to plugging this crap up. We'll pay for plugging in everything, but you better work your ass on making it perfect! We already got all the information on regarding what beer to buy, crack to get, ecstasy, shit like that, and I got connections to people all over the town. We're going invite hot girls, invite the coolest DJs, it's going to be fucking awesome. You in?"

Piggy had to think to get all this information into the thick noggin of his. It was only until a while after he accepted the offer that he realized what exactly he got himself into.