Title: Bicker, Bicker, Brother, Sister
Oneshot Number: Two (2/10)
Premise: Abe and Ree are unique, but they still fight like all siblings do.
Why I liked it: Because, what sibling fights aren't fun to write?
This oneshot is dedicated to I-Live-Outside-The-Box, who came up with this oneshot idea. Thanks for reading You Love Me. Enjoy! I hope you like it.
-Homey :)
Disclaimer: The Hunger Games belongs, along with Peeta (:P) to Suzanne Collins. WHY CAN'T PEETA BE MIIIINE?
©HomeschoolGirl 2012, or at least this actual post is. The characters, not so much. But anyway, please don't use this as your own. Thanks!
The PMS Fight
"I don't like your girlfriend."
The voice came from behind Abe. He slowly turned around to find Ree standing there, arms folded across her chest, chin raised in the air.
"And your point is?" He asked after a moment.
She marched forward. "I want you to break up with her."
He laughed. "No thanks. Just because you're a college-girl now doesn't mean you get everything you want."
She glared. "I don't get everything I want. I'm failing one of my classes!"
"Boo-hoo. Now go, please. I'm trying to skin this stupid rabbit."
"I hate skinning stupid rabbits!"
"Well, I love skinning stupid rabbits. But I need to be able to concentrate."
Ree forced a laugh. "That's murderous! Are you going to be a murderer when you grow up?" Okay, that sounded lame-even to her.
Abe looked at her incredulously. "What?"
"N-nothing. But I don't like your girlfriend!"
"How?" He turned to his sister. "You haven't even met her yet!"
"Because I saw her picture and she looked mean!"
"What? She's the nicest person ever!"
"I WANT YOU TO BREAK UP WITH HER!"
Ree was being totally irrational now. She had tears in her eyes. Abe scoffed.
"What are you? On your period or something?"
She blinked. Her face fell. He gagged.
"Oh. Right."
"Humph." She turned on her heel and spun away.
Abe went back to skinning his stupid rabbit.
The Child's Fight
Ree loved her Sarah Sunshine doll. She was so pretty. Her plastic skin was blemish-free, her lips were perfectly curved, and her eyes were an endless blue. She had dozens of outfits and could talk and say "Momma!" Grandpa Haymitch had spoiled her with it on her last birthday.
So, as you can imagine, she was a little worried when Sarah Sunshine wasn't on her bed one morning like she usually was. Ree charged downstairs, hollering for Katniss, who appeared with a frying pan in her hand.
"Mommy! My Sarah Sunshine doll is missing."
"It's not missing," Katniss said, quick to dismiss. She waved the pan around in her hand. "I can't get this stupid thing-" Suddenly, the handle snapped in half-the cast iron handle which was virtually unbreakable-and the pan thudded to the ground, right on top of Katniss's foot.
She cursed under her breath. "God, I think I just broke my foot!"
Ree burst into tears. "Sarah Sunshine is missing and nobody cares!" She turned on her heel and thudded up the stairs.
Peeta had to take Katniss to the district hospital, so Haymitch came over to watch after Ree and Abe. He found the little girl tearing through her room like a tornado.
She looked up at him as he entered, wiping snot off her face with the back of her hand. "Sarah Sunshine is gone. Gone! I've checked everywhere. Under my bed, in my closet, in daddy's and mommy's closet-" She stopped to hold up a box of what appeared to be pills. "I found this! Are they strawberry? I want one."
"Ree!" Haymitch exclaimed. "You didn't take one, did you?"
"No!" She studied the box. At seven, she was just beginning to read. "Buh-erth. Con-trooool. Puh-ills?" She looked back up at Haymitch. "What do these do?"
He made a face. "I'll tell you in six years, okay?"
"Promise?"
"Promise."
She tossed the box aside. "Good. Now you can help me find Sarah Sunshine!" She leaped up happily and went to grab his hand. "You're good at that kind of thing."
He followed her around the house, searching every conceivable nook and cranny for that blasted doll, yet it eluded them. Finally, Haymitch called it quits, much to Ree's tearful disappointment.
"She's lost," she wailed as he carried her downstairs. "She's probably scared and hurt and-"
"She's a doll, Ree. She's fine."
She fixed him with a determined glare, looking so much like Katniss he had to pause for a minute. "She's more than just a doll Haymitch! You, of all people, should know that." Well, he did know that Ree was Katniss reincarnated, even though she was alive. Or maybe not. That hit to the foot looked pretty painful.
"Ree, sweetie," he said, sitting her down on the couch. "She'll turn up."
Well, she did. Forty-five minutes later, when Ree went to use the bathroom. She screamed for Haymitch and he came charging in, her own personal Superman.
"Look!" She wailed, pointing to the toilet. "Just look!"
Sarah Sunshine had been shoved in the bowl, along with most of her outfits. The toilet had obviously been flushed, as the only part of her that showed was her head. The rest was trying to travel down the pipes. A pair of designer, Sarah-Sunshine jeans floated around and around. Ree yanked them out before Haymitch could stop her. They were sopping wet with toilet water.
They went to work, retrieving piece after piece of clothing from the toilet, and finally Sarah Sunshine herself. They cleaned all the pieces, laid them outside to dry, and then waited. But, no matter how dry Sarah Sunshine got, she just wouldn't work. Her voice box was broken.
Suddenly, pressing the button repeatedly on her back, it dawned on Ree who was behind this…this massacre of a doll and her innocent clothes. Her own brother! Abe!
She turned and sprinted into the house, quickly locating her brother on the couch, watching some stupid educational TV show. She tackled him to the ground. Quickly, they became a tangle of fists and slaps and yells. Haymitch separated them as best he could, but it was difficult. Ree strained against him, toward a terrified Abe.
"You put Sarah Sunshine in the toilet!" She accused, face red with anger.
Abe looked a Haymitch. He nodded. Abe sighed. "Okay, I did."
"Why?" Now Ree just looked hurt.
Abe glared. "Because the damn thing never shuts up!"
Mind you, he was five. Five. Haymitch knew whom he'd gotten that little gem of a word from. Katniss.
"Both of you, to bed," Haymitch commanded after a moment. The two kids slunk off with slightly injured sniffs. But they listened. Thank goodness.
Katniss returned that night, declared her foot broken, and plopped down onto the couch.
"So…" She said, turning to Haymitch. "How did it go?"
He forced a smile. "Just wonderful, Katniss. Just wonderful."
Jealous Fight
Abe got a fish one day, for no apparent reason other than he wanted a fish. Katniss caught it outside for him and bought it home. Thus, Ree decided she had to have one, too.
"You hate fish," Katniss reminded her when she asked.
"No I don't! I love fish!"
"You told me just last week, 'Oh my god, I don't know how Abe can want a fish. I hate them!' So yes, you hate them."
"That was before-"
"He got them?" Katniss finished.
Ree glared.
She turned to her daughter. "Let Abe have this to himself. You're thirteen, plenty old enough to…act your age."
Okay, so both of them sucked when it came to words.
"But. I. Want. One."
"Then go catch one yourself, Ree!"
She stomped off, a dramatic mess of tears.
Katniss sighed.
Over the next few days, tension built, until finally came the long-dreaded fight.
"YOU GET EVERYTHING YOU WANT!"
Katniss was woken from her nap (she took one every day) by Ree's screeching. She quickly got to her feet and hurried up the stairs.
"No, I don't," Abe answered quietly, the rational one.
"Yes you do! Always! Always always always!" Ree stomped her foot. "And I'm tired of it, Abe!"
"Well, then go get a fish. What do I care?" He turned back to feeding said animal.
"No! I don't want one!"
He turned back to her. "Then what're we fighting about?"
"I DON'T KNOW BUT I'M MAD SO I WANT TO FIGHT!" Ree's eyes lit up as she looked at her fists. "I know! Let's fight!"
Abe wrinkled his nose. "No thanks."
But it was too late. Ree was already charging toward him. She let out a war cry. Katniss watched with slightly bemused eyes.
Ree pinned Abe against the wall, laughing hysterically. "I win!"
Abe shrugged her off. "Not yet." With that said, he bent over, wrapped his arms around his sister's legs, and quickly tugged her down. She hit the floor with a painful thud. He moved to pin her down.
She wriggled under him. "Oh my god! Since when are you strong?"
Abe laughed. "I'm dad's son, you dummy."
"Yeah, but I'm mom's daughter!"
She sat up and caught Abe around the neck, using her weight to push him down. He rolled and pinned her under him again.
She shook her head in disbelief. "Dude. You're like, strong."
Abe stood up, holding his hand out to her. "Let's not fight anymore, okay?"
"Okay." Ree stood up and dusted her hands off happily. "Hey, can I feed your fish?"
Abe handed the container over. Together, the two siblings watched as the fish gobbled up his flakes.
Katniss smiled. She knew she'd probably always remember this fight. For the first time in the history of her children's relationship, it had ended on a happy note.
She turned around and headed back downstairs, unnoticed by her kids who were getting a long as brother and sister should.
