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A Unexpected Conversation
As I got accustomed to the size of my room, seriously my entire house could fit in here, I decided to go and take a shower before it was time to eat. Luckily I had paid somewhat attention as the Capitol person gave me a tour of the room and showed me what all of the various buttons could do. Well I paid attention to the important details. Such as, one button let me order anything I could ever want into a mouth piece thingy, and it would appear in front of me in a matter of seconds. I also paid attention to how to operate these big black boxes, which I found out were called speakers, that would allow me to play music, and I listened when he explained what the various buttons did and how they operated the bathroom. I pressed the button that would allow me to create a shower, which was like a very warm rain. As I stepped out there was a noise, and my hair was blown dry and detangled in an instance. I was under the impression that by now the Capitol was just showing off all of their fancy equipment as they laughed at me. Ha, they probably think, look at all this amazing stuff that you didn't even know existed! You'll be able to enjoy all of these wonderful things! But wait, there's a catch, you get to enjoy these things, only by going off to die! Despicable. I was broken out of my thoughts by a loud knock on the door. Wondering who it could possibly be I wrapped my robe tighter around myself and opened the door slightly. I caught a glance of red hair, before I was being pushed past and the person entered my room. Hurriedly I close the door and turn to face the one and only Chloe Beale.
xxx Chloe POV xxx
I don't know what it was that drove me toward Beca's door after I had taken a quick shower and picked out a green top with a black skirt to wear. I don't know why I basically barged into her room as soon as she opened the door. And I sure as hell no explanation to answer the confused look that she was giving me to tell her why I just did what I did. So I said the first thing that came to my mind.
"I um I was wondering if you needed help with the closet, picking out clothes in that thing can be tricky, with all of the switches and buttons and stuff.." I trailed off realizing that I was rambling and that I should probably give Beca the chance to answer my question first. I notice that she was staring at me like I had two heads, and felt a blush creep up onto my cheeks. Just before I decided to crack and say something again Beca decided to save me the trouble.
"That is really thoughtful of you Chloe, thanks." It was then that Chloe realized that this was the second time that she had heard the younger girl speak. The first was earlier that very same day, when she had spoken her name for the world to know that she was District Twelves female tribute. This time though the words were aimed directly at her, something she had been whishing for since she first laid eyes on the small girl.
"No problem Beca. Why don't you just tell me what colors you like to wear and I'll try my best to pick something out for you?"
"Um, ok, well I usually wear dark colors, black or dark grey, sometimes blue..." she trailed off looking at the floor.
So I set to work, drawing up all of the blue, grey, and black shirts. I looked through the blue ones, not wanting Beca to wear a dark color. For some reason I found myself choosing a silky short shelve shirt that really would bring out the color of her eyes. Then I chose black skinny jeans, and a leather jacket, also some black ankle boots with a silver zipper on them. Beca went to the bathroom and quickly got changed. Chloe was fine with waiting for her and was really glad that she had, when she saw Beca in the outfit. Damn, how am I supposed to go through this dinner without staring at this beautiful girl! She looks so sexy with that jacket, ugg curse my keen fashion sense! I whish that I could just reach out and...
"CHLOE!" She was brought back to reality by the sound of Beca's voice.
"Hmm? What is it Beca?"
"Dude I have been trying to get your attention for like the past five minutes," she huffed.
"Oh I'm sorry Becs! I guess I just got lost in my own thoughts!"
"Becs?"
I blushed. I had not meant to let the nickname that I had given her in my thoughts slip out.
" Oh! I'm sorry I didn't mean-"
"No, no that's ok. It's just that usually only Jesse, and Stacie call me that."
"Jesse and Stacie?"
"Yeah there my best friends. I don't know how I would survive without them," The brunette was smiling as she said this and I loved her smile so I decided that it was safe to ask her more questions about them, my curiosity always getting the best of me.
"How long have you known them for?"
"Practically my whole life. Our parents are friends, and back in first grade we had all been assigned to sit at the same table. It's funny that we became such good friends, because I had never really liked either of them before then, and they hadn't like me as well."
"You guys hunt together right?"
Beca looked at me in surprise. "Yeah, yeah we do. Before my mother died, my father was teaching us how to hunt. He made his own weapons, but knew not to sell them. One day, we all found out that we were really good at using certain things. Stacie really liked the cross-bow, which are very hard to make, but my father managed to do so and made her two. A small one, and then a full sized one for when she was older. He taught her how to restring it and everything."
"Jesse had fallen in love with a regular bow. He could shoot at something 150 feet away and would always hit his target. My dad taught hime how to make new arrows for himself and Stacie, and also made him a full size bow. I on the other hand really liked the hunting knives that he made. He used the scrap metal from the pick axes and stuff and made me a whole set." she shrugged.
"Beca that's really-"
"Chop Chop, It Is time to eat!" came the infuriating voice of none other than Effie Trinket. I growled but decided to stay calm.
"Come on, Becs. If we're not out there she will drag us out, I have witnessed this happen and I would hate for it to happen to you."
Beca smirked. "I would like to see her try Beale." But she followed me out of the room anyways.
"This conversation is not over right?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Nope, I still have to ask you things too, I have to get to know the person who is holding my life in their hands." She smirked again before taking a seat at the dinner table.
I simply grinned while sitting down across from her, not letting her notice that my blood had chilled at the fact.
All I knew was that I would do anything in my power to bring this girl home, if only to be able to wipe that smirk off of her face.
