Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I write for fun and because I love Hayffie. The 1998's The Parent Trap isn't mine as well as The Hunger Games Trilogy. I just thought that the two combined together would make an awesome story.
A/N: I usually post in my Tumblr account but I think there are a lot of Hayffie shippers in FanFiction too so I'll also post my stories here.
For my Tumblr followers who found me in Fanfiction, I've been away in Tumblr for so long and now I'm back! As promised, this is a snippet for my new story, "When Twins Collide", that I MIGHT publish this weekend. "When Twins Collide" is a Hayffie version of The Parent Trap (1998) and this short one – shot is an introduction of one of the twins. Ladies and gentlemen, here you go! ;)
Meet Little Miss Abernathy
It was the first day of summer. The summer breeze smelled like the sweet ripe plums and melons outside in the backyard. Though it was still so early in the morning, the sun rays beamed through the white curtains of the Abernathy household. The house was eerily quiet aside from the slight clanking of the utensils on the tray that she was balancing on one hand while her other hand silently turned the knob of her father's door.
She blew air through her lips in relief when she finally got inside without making any sounds to startle her father into waking up and without dropping anything from the tray. She managed to avoid the creaky floorboards and put the tray on his father's right bedside table.
He was sleeping on his belly with both of his hands on his sides. The left side of his face was flat on the mattress so he was facing her. The blankets were pushed below his legs and beads of sweat covered his face and back. She figured that he had a bad night again.
She stealthily pulled the knife underneath the pillow and opened the drawer of the bedside table to put it there. The bed dipped slightly when she sat. She pushed his dirty blonde hair away from his face and whispered in his ear, "Daddy, wake up." Her voice was as sweet as honey. She only nudged his shoulder slightly so he wouldn't think that she was a threat.
She learned to wake her father like this when she was four years old. Her father was in the middle of a nightmare when she jumped on the bed to wake him up. It was a bad memory for her. He didn't hurt her, almost did, but he scared her enough to the point that she became very cautious whenever she woke him up.
He blinked his eyes slowly and looked at her. In the hazy line between the dream world and the real world, he thought he was looking at her mother. She looked like her mother as she grew older except for her dirty blonde hair. Though she only got the hair color from him, her hair was wavy just like her mother's and her eyes had the same shade of blue too. He wondered if her sister looked exactly like her.
His thoughts drift away when his daughter spoke, "Dad," at least she grinned like him. "I made you breakfast," she pulled the tray from the table. He lifted himself up and brushed off his tangled hair to look at what she prepared for him.
She put the tray on his lap. He raised an eyebrow and rubbed his chin. He squinted when he looked at her, "Okay, what do you want?" He only received special treatments like this when she wanted something big that he might say no to just like that horse of hers that she got when she was seven. He knew what she was going to ask him. He saw the letter from Seven the other day.
She raised her hands in defense. Her tone sounded hurt when she said, "Hey! I made breakfast out of the goodness of my heart, Daddy." She said sassily and crossed her arms to add an effect.
He knew it was just an act so he just shrugged his shoulders and took a waffle. "Okay, if you say so." He bit the waffle and the tiny crumbs fell on the white linen sheets. She eyed the crumbs. He knew that it irked her to see the mess that he made. She was a bit obsessive compulsive when it comes to neatness and orderliness just like her mother but she moves and talks like his father.
He finished the waffle in just a few bites. "You're waffles taste better," it was a great compliment for her considering that the only food that she can make was waffles. The last time she made some, it was a bit burnt.
He poured some honey over the next one and took a bite without using the fork and knife. "Mmm," he nodded, "definitely better than the last."He bit again and spoke even when his mouth was full, "I could've let you join that summer camp thingy if you asked, but…" he shrugged.
Her eyes widened and her lips parted. She was shocked that he knew that but then again, she had been asking for him to let her join the camp ever since Finnick told her about it when he went there three summers ago. The camp had a minimum age requirement and now that she was ten, she can finally go there.
She schooled her expression quickly and waved her hand off, "Oh dad, the summer camp!" she clasped her hands. "I'm glad that you remembered." She bit her lip. "Aunt Jo sent me the brochure a few days ago and I was thinking that I could join now since I'm already ten. And you said that I couldn't go there before because I was too young and the minimum age requirement was ten years old and now, I'm ten Dad! They would definitely let me in and beside, Aunt is there to look out for me and Nick. It's going to be awesome, Dad!" she rambled on and on about what Finnick told her. She knew that if she kept talking, her father will get irritated and annoyed and then, he'll give her what she wanted.
He rolled his eyes. He regret that he brought her to Four all those years ago when Finnick came home from the camp. He raised a hand to stop her rambling, "Okay stop right there, princess." She paused in the middle of telling him about the bonfire and smores. "I haven't told you that I will let you go there," he reminded her.
She pouted. "But you said I could go, Daddy. I'm ten already," she whined and reminded him for the umpteenth time that she was already ten. "You promised."
"Well, I also didn't tell you that you can't go," She looked puzzled for awhile. "But if you ask –"
"CanIgotothesummercampDaddy?" she quickly cut him off and asked him in one breathe.
He rolled his eyes, "Isn't that why there's the breakfast in bed?" He pointed all the stuff in the tray.
She squealed and jumped up to hug him. "Woah, you're gonna waste all these stuff if 'ya keep your arms around me like that." The tray was still on his lap, in the middle of the father and daughter embrace.
She rolled her eyes, "But you love it when I hug you." She grinned.
He sighed. "That I do, sweetheart," he ruffled her messy dark curls.
She pulled away, "Ooooh getting soft now, aren't we?" She teased. Intimate father and daughter moments like this didn't last long in this household. It was either he teases her or vice versa.
He returned to his breakfast and pointed her with his glass of freshly made orange juice, "Careful sweetheart, I might take that camp thingy back." He warned her and sipped the citrus drink. "Let your old man have his breakfast in silence."
She walked away to get out of the room but she turned and wrinkled her nose, "No you won't," she answered about the summer camp, "old softie," she challenged. She got out of the room before her father threw the pillow at her.
What do you think about our little Miss Abernathy? Please tell me your thoughts! :D
.Elle.