How I ended up running from a bear is one thing I'm not completely sure of. I mean, 5 minutes ago we had just called break on the set, and I had gone into the woods for a quick piss since my trailer was too far away. And now I find myself in this predicament. I, Peeta Mellark, Hollywood action star, and teen heart throb. Am going to die.
If I had known that there was a bear so close to the set, I would have just gone into my trailer and waited it out. But no, I took for granted that we are in the middle of the Kootneys, on a fucking mountain. Where there are bears, and cougars, and who knows what else. I didn't think they'd come so close to the damn camp.
So here I am, weaving through trees, running from a black bear with his tongue rolling out of his mouth, and a look of pure glee on his face. And he is quickly gaining. I steal a quick glance back. Not knowing how much time I have and try to spot a big tree. Bears can't climb right? My feet are flying across the forest floor, then of all things of course, I step into a hole, roll my ankle, and fall flat on my face. That's it. I'm done. I'm going to be eaten. I close my eyes and shield my face.
"Don't move." she whispers to me. And there she is, my guardian angel here to rescue me. Standing right in between me and the bear. She has a long brown braid down to the small of her back, a light brown faded jacket, earthy brown boots to her knees, and a pair of tight black pants, that cup her ass rather nicely. Which I might add, is possibly the nicest butt I have ever laid eyes on. But of course, just beyond the curve of her wonderful backside, I spot the bear again. And he's stopped. A look of confusion on his face.
"Don't look at him in the eye moron." She whispers to me, but not taking her eyes off the bear. He starts to walk up her again, a little cautiously, I might add. In a clear, calm voice, my angel starts to talk to him. "Bee, get out of here, right now. Your fun is over, now let the stupid boy go on his way." Bee? She's named this bear? What? Is he her sadistic pet? What is wrong with this devil woman?
Bee, stops his approach, and tilts his head and gives her this sad look. She lifts her arms slowly above her head, and I notice for the first time the bow in her hands. Is she going to kill him? No that's not what she's doing, she's got it above her head, making her look much bigger then she is. "Bee. Shoo." She says rather pointedly. He gives her one more sad look, and then turns around and proceeds on his way. I let out the breath I've been holding and move to stand up. But her hand comes back down and she holds it behind her. Still not looking at me, but where Bee went. "Don't move, not yet moron."
I sit and wait for several minutes, while she quietly surveys the area around us. And I notice how much my ankle is throbbing. I can already see the blackened skin beyond the cuff of my pants. The director is gonna be pissed. We're almost finished shooting. And I broke my damn ankle. I know it.
She turns rather quickly and kneels beside me. I'm suddenly drowning in the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Like pools of quicksilver, they're calm, and just spill an old soul that is filled with wisdom. But she can't be more then 17. My age. What is she doing out here?
"Are you hurt?" and I'm broken from my trance.
"Uh, yeah I think I broke my ankle." She sighs rather impatiently and rolls up the hem of my pants, which reveals a very swollen, angry purple ankle.
She stands up, and walks off. Into the bush. Is she leaving me here to die alone? What the fuck?! I'm too shocked to say anything so when she returns shortly with a sturdy looking stick, my mouth is still hanging open.
"Okay, time to stand up." She reaches out her hand for mine, which I take and am surprised by it's roughness. Most girls have sweet soft little hands. But most girls don't confront bears. I stand, and she hands me the stick. Which I immediately use for a walking stick for my shitty ankle. She climbs the tree beside us swiftly, retrieves her bag, a quiver of arrows, and jumps down beside me again. That's where she must have come from. She didn't just fall from heaven. She feel from a tree. She quickly loops her quiver, and bag across her back. Before securing her free arm around my middle, and supporting my weight. This girl is tiny. I mean, I'm not a huge guy, maybe 5' 8", but still. She's gotta be 5'3" and she's pulling all my weight on to her little frame. I can easily see down into her hunting jacket, and make out the curve of her chest. I like to think I'm a gentlemen. So I quickly avert my gaze, look to the forest as we start trudging along a little path.
"What's your name?" I ask when things start to get awkward, I don't even know where we're going.
"Katniss." She doesn't look at me, just ahead with a look of determination on her face... or is that annoyance? "how did you end up on my mountain moron?" Annoyance, definitely.
Her mountain? That doesn't make sense. We're in the middle of no where. The only place close to here is some small mining town. "Uh, I'm filming a movie. My name is Peeta Mellark." I say with a hopeful hint, that she'll recognize my name at least. She just nods in response.
"Um, Katniss. Where are we going?" We seem to have been walking for a while now, and I'm pretty sure we're heading away from my camp.
"My place, there's a storm coming in, and my place is closer then your camp. My mom can treat your ankle there as well." I look around, it's a beautiful sunny day. A couple grey clouds in the distance. How she can say a storm is coming?
That's when I spot it. A log cabin. Or log mansion I should say. The ground is no longer dirt, but a stone path leading to the house. With the trees starting to clear, I can see more of the place in detail. There's a large stone patio in front of the house. To my right I spot a large garden. It's surrounded by a tall fence. For deer I guess, and judging by the little divot by it, it goes under ground to keep rabbits out as well. There's a helicopter pad on the far side, which stands empty.
A petite blonde woman comes out the front door, followed closely by a bouncing girl with matching fair hair. Katniss smiles and waves as we get closer. Her face has a look of pure delight and with her lips spread so wide, I can't help but want to feel their softness.
"We have company," she calls out. "Rolled his ankle pretty good too." Her mother I assume, says something to the small girl who runs inside, before quickening her pace to meet us. When she does she takes the stick from my hand to support my other side. More lifting then helping me now. She doesn't say a word to Katniss or myself but just helps escort me into their home. We enter through the large door way and they walk me swiftly down a large hallway and into a fair sized room, that smells of herbs. The little one is in here already, mixing something in a bowl. There's a padded table in the middle where they sit me down. Her mother proceeds to ease off my shoe, then cut off the rest of my sock. The skin has molted out a little, it's purple and black.
"What's your name dear?" her mother asks quite suddenly after inspecting my foot.
"My name is Peeta mam. May I ask your name?"
She smiles shyly, and begins to test how much my ankle will move. "I'm Ursi Everdeen. You can call me whatever you like. Tell me when it hurts Peeta."
Katniss stands in the corner. Silent and watching before she speaks up. "Since there's a storm coming in, we can't get you back to your camp tonight. You'll have to stay here. And when my fathers back, we'll fly you into the town at the base of the mountain. You aren't going to be walking for a while. So hiking back to the camp isn't going to happen. If you want to call your friends your going to have a wait till my mother is finished with you." She turns towards the door, her braid swishing against her back before she turns back once more. "In the meantime Peeta, make yourself at home." And with that she leaves the room. I suddenly can't fathom ever being without this wild, strange girl.
I, Peeta Mellark, Hollywood action star, and teen heartthrob, am completely, and totally, twitter patted by Katniss Everdeen.
Sorry I've updated this a few times with no additions, I found a couple of really bad spelling mistakes. That really bothered me, so I changed them.
I'm not going to lie, this idea came to me in a dream about snow boarding. And Sailor Moon. I know that doesn't really make sense. But yeah..
Also, before I get any questions, I named Mrs. Everdeen, Ursi, after Uva Ursi berries, or better known as bear berries. Which are used to treat infections. I thought that was funny.
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