Jack Merridew stood before a row of choir boys behind him. Two rows , his second head standing a few feet from his side with the second row behind. Infront of the two of you was a few littluns and a couple of older kids that weren’t a member of the choir , but instead regular members of the private school that had just so happened to boarded the plane. Somehow , after a massive plane crash forcing a bunch of British boys to stay stranded on a random uninhabited island , their first thought was all the lack of authority…or , should I say adults.

“ So. . .you’re telling me there’s no adults? Not the man with the trumpet , or even the pilot? “

Jack asked , raising a brow as his hand went to adjust his choir cap , his messy ginger hair curling around it as he grinned. His blue eyes shimmered as he looked toward you devilishly.

“ Theres no adults. You know what that means , don’t you? “

Merridew asked , a smug smirk plastered on his freckles face. The hot sun burning his pale skin but in a sensational way. He should probably remove his cloak , as the non choir kids were already stripped to their trousers.

The beach was hot now , who knows what it’ll be like once moon hits.