I have such big plans for this story, but I struggle with execution as a writer. I've had this story in my head for about two years now, and I just want to get it out and get it out well. I think that it is probably my best thought-out plotlines and I can actually she myself doing it justice. I just have to be patient and believe in myself,and not be such as a goddamn perfectionist. Your reviews also help (hint hint).
This chapter is kinda short because I was supposed to write a section from Flinch, Glimmer or Chen's perspective, but I didn't. Sorry.
He didn't like being alone. So, naturally, he was happy that he had the other two around. He still didn't know their names.
"I just realized something." He announced, hoping to catch their attention. However, he didn't know if he managed to achieve or not since neither of them responded in any way. Ignoring this, he went on.
"We don't know each other name" Marvel could have swore he heard a sigh from one of them, he thinks the other boy.
Still silence. "Seriously?" Marvel questioned. "We're pretty much naked and sharing a sleeping bag, the least we can do is exchange names."
This was no doubt awkward and they were making it even more awkward by being aloof and stuck-up.
"My name's Marvel." He started off, hoping to prompt them into saying their name.
"Katniss." The girl murmured, almost so low that he didn't - wouldn't - have heard it if he was directly behind her.
After another minute of silence, the other boy spoke, "Cato."
Marvel sighed. "See. That wasn't so hard was it."
"Can you stop talking now?" the boy - Cato - murmured.
Marvel half turned his head to glare at the boy, but realized that the restricted space prevented him from even turning to see the boy. He simply rolled his eyes before making his body still and closing his eyes.
"I don't know how to swim."
She stared at the blonde boy. Peter? Peeta? Whatever?-
"What?" He asked. "Twelve isn't known for its abundance of water, you know."
"You're from 12?" She couldn't help but ask.
"Yeah. We didn't get to really introduce ourselves, did we?" She could almost pick up that he was teasing her. "You're not from 12."
She raised an eyebrow. Did she look like she was from twelve? She knew that she was far from even the top ten attractive girls in Two, but did she really look that bad.
He didn't look like he was from 12. Although, he too would be far way from attractive in 2. Actually, she would coin him as an average boy in 2. The blond hair, blue eyes and muscles.
"Where are you from?" he asked as if he was actually expecting an answer.
She shook her head. "You go south. I go north."
She didn't like baggage, and that is what he is becoming to him. She liked to do things her own way. She was a loner. A trait she took pride in. She didn't need people around her. She didn't like people around her, especially when they were useless to her.
She thought about it. He could be useful in certain things like protection from things that might be difficult for her to handle, such as large animals and it would be convenient to have an extra set of eyes around to keep watch so she could have more sleep, but on the down side he couldn't swim, he was a naïve idiot, who would slow her down from actually finding a way back home, plus he wasn't even from 2 (so conflict of interest,there), and she worked better alone. So dumping him sooner than later seemed like a good plan for her.
"What?" he asked as if he was confused.
She rolled her eyes. "Where are my knives?"
He stood in silence. She took a step towards him.
"I don't have them."
She almost saw red or rather starting to see red, but she tried to keep calm.
Before she got the chance to say anything or rather shout at him, he tried to explain, " If you didn't notice, I was quite busy running from a forest fire and helping you escaping a forest fire after you tried to strangle me!"
"I'm going to kill you."
"You know, you say that a lot, but can't seem to follow through with it."
"Oh, believe me. It's not lack of trying." She kicked her feet in the same, causing a pile of sand to fly in his direction.
He turned his face away to escape the sand flying in his face, leaving Clove the perfect opportunity to leap at him.
They were rolling in the sand. She was on top of him, hands grappling the sand only to fling it in his face. But she was light, and despite not seeing a thing, Peeta rolled her from off him so that he was pushing her into the sand. She threshing around making it hard for him to hold on to her.
He underestimated her strength and was surprised when she kneed him in the stomach and kicked him off her landing him in the water. She took a second to split sand out of her mouth before crawling over to him and pushing his face into the wet sand.
The water was shallow at first, but as they pushed and rolled each other, they got deeper into the water. Clove used this to her advantage and tried repeatedly to push his head into the water, but he was stronger than her and managed to rise from her push momentarily.
In the heat of their scrabble, his hands brushed aginst her arms and she couldn't help but giggle.
A weakness of hers: she was very ticklish. Though, no body got close enough to or even dare to find out about this weakness.
He either purposefully or unconsciously - she wasn't sure - start tickling her arms. Although she tried her hardest to keep pushing his head down, soon enough she was in a fit of giggles focusing on trying to push his hands from her arms, but he kept on.
"Stop." She laughed, as she tried to escape his arms, and flash water in his face as a tactic to get him to stop. When she did get way, it took her a minute to realize that they were both laughing heavily while playfully flashing water in each other direction.
When she realized, she stopped immediately, and as the last flash of his water hit her in the face, his smile slowly swept from his face and they stood there serious, and awkwardly staring at each other as if the last few minutes didn't happen.
She scowled at him, before walking through the water back to the sand.
