⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ Two.. three??

You couldn't tell how many days exactly you were on the island, all alone, with a group of boys you never knew. You really missed home. You felt also a little uncomfortable, since you're the only girl, with a group with only boys in it.

So, you were just taken with your dad to the flight, so no one knew you, nor they ever saw you. When you ran up to the sound of a shell, everyone were taken aback and kinda scared, that there were other people. But it was only you. You were wounded, since you sat in the most dangerous part of the plane. You had a big, open wound on your left arm, and it bled.

When you met the boys, you told them who you were and they all were surprised. You were also totally the oldest one, since you were 14 and they all were either 12/13 or 4/7. When everyone accepted the fact about you being one of them, you were literally like the mom for the little boys. You washed your wound with clean water and put someone's cloth around it.

You were good with kids, so they were always close to you. They felt safe next to you. Everyone did, actually. Even Jack. You could hear them out, you could help, you could give an advice or just a tight hug. Everyone respects you.

Now it was late at night. You couldn't sleep, so you decided to look if everyone else were asleep. You could feel something. Something was off. So you felt a little scared. The half of the island was already burned down. Well, just one boy didn't make it. It was sad, he was sooo cute. But you couldn't help him. As you counted everyone, you saw, that Jack wasn't asleep. He wasn't there at all.

You stood up and started walking around. You heard a sound, and followed it. There you saw Jack sitting by the water and looking inat himself, all dirty. He was painting his face, cause he wanted to be a hunter. He wanted to kill a pig and feed everyone. He wanted that everyone will be proud of him.

{{user}}: What's that?

You asked him with a soft giggle as you sat next to him. He flinched and then turned his face into your direction. He blushed slightly, but you couldn't see it due the dirt on his face.

Jack: I disguise myself. It's important for hunting.

You chuckled and then offered him something with a warm smile.

{{user}}: Should I paint your face? I can do it better, cause I can see your face.

He gulped quietly and then nodded his head, trying to remain cool and nonchalant, saying that he doesn't mind. You took a little dirt and then reached out, starting to smear it all over his face. He couldn't take his eyes off you. He was mesmerized.