Bojour amigos! (lol see what i did there? I mixed French and Spanish to create um... give me a moment... Frenish!)
So here's the next chapter! thx for all the opinions on Sam, I have a couple thoughts...
Chapter 11 is a kinda short 'cause it's mostly just a little part that is needed before the next set of epic events.
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Chapter 11
Faith's POV
Days and weeks had passed. Days and weeks. Gale had left with Bianca, far away from District Twelve. Hiding somewhere in District Two. My mom and dad only spoke in whispers. Even Jack was quiet. He was never quiet. He knew something was wrong. My dad rarely smiled. He sometimes would but it would be a sad, far off smile. He spent most of his time with my mom, baking bread and decorating cookies and cakes with eerie colors and shapes. Sometimes he would be jolted back in time, back to when he was a prisoner in the Capitol. He would grip a chair or lie on the floor, shaking. It was scary. But he only stayed like that for about thirty seconds or so, and then it was over.
I was mostly worried for my mom. Her face was a ghostly white and she always looked sad and scared. My mom had always been independent and confident. Now she was like a withered flame. Just a little ash left. She cried a lot. Most of the things I asked her made her upset. I would ask her if I could try to find where Sam went, or tell the cops about Bianca. She would sadly shake her head and tell me to shut up and visit Annie or Haymitch.
Haymitch wasn't sad about the situation, just angry. Whenever I asked him about Bianca or Gale he would smash a beer bottle against a wall, sometimes against his head, and murmur something about a little bitch and a liar and that someone should just die. I found it funny at first but then I remembered I had to pick up all the broken glass pieces. I decided to stop mentioning any of the Hawthorns' to Haymitch to avoid cleaning anything up. I mostly just bought him more whiskey or cleaned up his pig sty of a house.
I hung out at Oliver's house the most. Annie was over at my house everyday helping out my mother and Peeta. She was also a bit shaken by the whole thing but not as much. Oliver didn't care what I told him or about any of the Bianca problems. He just listened to my thoughts and gave me words of comfort. He was fun to hang out with too. Whenever I was around I always noticed his face kinda glowed in a continuing happiness and his eyes seemed to light up. He had the most beautiful blue eyes. They were light and big and I sometimes counted all the shades of blue hidden in them when I talked to him. I had never really noticed his freckles before either; they dusted across the top of his cheeks and matched the shade of his shaggy dark brown hair that framed his face.
"Oliver?" I asked him. It was a warm sunny day and we were sitting in the meadow my parents always took me to when I was little.
"Yeah," he was busily sketching a picture. He always drew little comic pictures of people or things. He always loved to make people laugh and he did that through his pictures.
"You know Sam? He ran away?"
Oliver down casted his eyes and pretended to study his drawing. "Oh, yes you've told me about him,"
I took a deep breath and let out the idea that had been lingering in my mind for weeks. "If I ran away to find Sam, would you help me find him?"
Oliver dropped his pen and looked at me for a long time. His eyes weren't as glowy as they usually were. I figured it was just the sun playing with my vision. He finally answered. "Would it make you happy?"
I almost laughed. Sometimes Oliver asked the strangest questions. "Of course it would make me happy! I love Sam. If I found him we could finally be together!"
"Oh," Oliver looked at me one more time. Then he glanced away. "Okay if it'll make you happy I'll help."
I clapped my hands. "Awesome!"
He gave a small laugh. "Won't your parents be worried when you don't come home one day?"
"Oh please," I shrugged. "Everyone, even you, worry too much. I'm so much trouble to them anyway they'll be alright with me being away for, oh, maybe a few days."
Oliver shrugged. "M'kay, let's go for it!"
"Really?"
"Yeah sure. Finding Sam would make you happy and I want you to be happy."
"Okay!" I was excited and raced different plans through my head.
I watched as Oliver drew another picture with inspiration from the running away idea. He was drawing a cartoon of himself. He incorporated himself in most of his pictures. I thought it was kinda cute: the way he represented himself in a comic because I could so totally see the comic guy as Oliver. He always drew big eyes and a little face frame of hair and freckles across his nose. A big hobo bag and stick was falling on him. He looked short. Well, in real life Oliver was a little short, but not that short. I had to laugh. The picture was funny.
Oliver looked up at me, beaming. He never said so, but I knew he always loved it when people laughed at his jokes or smiled at his pictures. "Isn't it funny?" he asked.
"Yeah," I gave a sideways smile.
"Cool," He placed down his black pen. "So, what are the plans for finding Sam?"
"Um," I put my head in my hands. "Pack as much food as you can tonight and anything you think you'll need to survive.
"So, like, I should bring my toaster?"
"No!" I laughed. "Why would you need your toaster?"
He shrugged. "I always eat toast in the morning."
I rolled my eyes. "Come on, Oliver. You know what I mean."
"Right, I'm just joshin' ya."
I sighed. Sometimes his whole "funny thing" could get annoying; especially when I was trying to be serious about something.
"Anything else I need to know?"
I shook my head. "That's it. I'll meet you… here… tomorrow morning at um, how 'bout six?"
"I'll be sleeping."
"C'mon stop fooling around, this is serious! We have to find Sam!"
"Fine, fine," he folded up his sketch pad and stood up. "I should get going. See you at six." He jumped over the small fence and was gone.
I sighed, planning out my escape. I could jump out my window, it wasn't that high up. I'd need bread, definitely. And extra clothes and a jacket. Maybe medicine or something too because I had no idea what state Sam would be in when I found him. I stared up at the sky. I would find Sam and everything would be okay.
Yeah, I know, kinda short but whatev.
Another questions for you peoples to answers: Which pairing do you like better?
Sam and Faith or Oliver and Faith...
or Sam and Oliver, lol just kidding! XP
