dont i feel speacial! this is the thirteenth chapter :) i have been sick alllll day, and had nothing to do, so guess what... this is the product of a computer, and a sick person... did you know that there is a phobia of the number thirteen! so if you are afraid of the number thirteen and have Triskaidekaphobia! that is a true phobia :) and for that reason, i didnt make this chapter super impacting for anything... but i still suggest you read it...
"a- a career?" he jumped up, sounding really really excited. Particularly, it scared me the way his eyes lit up.
"yeah!" I shied away, trying to disappear into the blankets.
"that's a BRILLIANT idea! You and dodge should team up, he can have your back while you maneuver your way into their little posy! Lets go talk to him!" he grabbed my arm and tried to drag me into the other room, but I put a hand to the side of my nose and tugged back on his arm.
" victor! i HATE that boy, he is a monster, and no! I look horrible!" it was true, my face was red and splotchy, my nose was running and my hair was a mess.
"oh…okay," he stopped pulling, and stood there, letting my arm fall down again, but his face didn't have a scratch of disappointment on it. he crawled on top of me and sat there, pinning me to the bed. I didn't care though, I just smiled up at him, glad to see he actually had a plan.
"this is going to work for us! We are going to get you into the careers and then you'll survive! I promise you this!" he bent and gave me a kiss, a long one. I didn't disagree, he was SUCH a good kisser it was hard to pull away once he got you in his grasp. But the truth is, each kiss felt like the first with him. I love him, I truly do.
"hey victor, we still need to talk about- WOAH what did I just walk into?" victor got off me and turned to dodge who was standing in the doorway, looking as if he walked in on a illegal drug trade or something.
"oh… um- nothing! We were just um-…" victor looked lost for words, and I threw the blanket over my face because I knew It was growing red.
"well, when should we talk?" he abrubtly changed the subject, no doubt he still had that expression over his stupid face, no doubt he has kissed a girl, or even slept with one or two before, while im to shy to do ANYTHING! intimate or normal, i cannot.
"maybe when we get to the capitol, with corduroy out there blabbing his mouth off I don't think any of us will get a word in edgewise." I peeked out of the blanket to see both of them just standing there. victor had his hip jutted out in a "manly" position, while dodge srossed his arms over his broad chest and leaned against the wall silently. he was staring at me, which made my lips purse and i came out of the blanket fully.
"yeah, he hasn't shut up since you left, I think because you won two years ago and your-" he eyed me, which made me frown, "-love life- is in the games this year, he knows who everyones going to want to come home."
"yes, but if you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly a body builder. You have muscles and they usually go for the guys to bid on anyway. I'm screwed."
"yeah but you have brains? So victor strongly stresses, but your also fairly good looking, unlike me!"
I laughed a little, which caught him off guard, "fairly pretty? Try not at all-"
"don't put yourself down royal," victor made a calming motion with his hands and I settled back into the pillow, realizing just then that I had sat up menacingly, i had a handful of bedsheets, and a scowl implanted onto my sour face.
"yeah, lets just talk in the capitol. And by the way royal-" he said slowly, eyeing me once more quietly, "you are probably getting out of that arena… with your boyfriend at the control, i doubt i'll ever find a way out." he turned and sauntered out the door smugly, making me frown once more. Victor saw me and laughed.
"can you ever smile around that man?"
"man? More like mouse… don't get me started victor, I could name four thousand things I don't like about that guy and why I do not trust him."
"you'd better trust him, you two are allies." I gaped.
"but victor!-"
"no buts…," he started to turn away, but looked over his shoulder and continued, "well…as long as it isn't your cute one," I stuck my tongue out at him childishly and laughed, collapsing into the pillows as if they were clouds. He turned and looked at me happily, proudly, as if I wasn't going into the hunger games.
"well, I think I better go back out there…" well alright then, huh? Appearently he thinks I'm all better and calm, truth is I'm anything but. I could break down again at any moment, I'm just trying to hold it together as best as I can.
"is that okay?" a tear rolled down my cheek as a reply, and he made an "ohhhhh," noise as if I was the cutest thing in the world.
"I'm going to go then…unless you say something…" I sunk deeper into the blanket, putting on a sad face and trying to convince him to stay without saying words. He turned to leave, obviously not getting the hint. Once we was gone, I stared at the door for a while waiting for him to come back through it. I know he isn't going to, so I stared at the ceiling for a long time, feeling the bumps of the train as it hurtled down the tracks. By now, we should be nearing the capitol and I wont get enough sleep to look normal when I step off the train. So I let myself slip into sleep once again, but I'm still scared that I'll have dreams like that again.
"she's beautiful guys…" came a voice in a room to my right. I was in a hallway, walking down it slowly and cautiously, thinking anything could jump out at me at any moment.
"thanks gizz," came a tiered voice from the same room. Smiling, I ran into it and found people crowded around a bed. I immediately saw victor from behind. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet happily, as if he was a joyous five year old once more.
Curious, I moved forward and looked over gizz's shoulder. A girl sat there, leaning against the bed frame tieredly, holding a small bundle. I smiled to myself, knowing what the bundle was.
"can I hold her royal?" I gasped. That's me? And I have…a baby? Is this my future? No duh victor is the father, he just sat down and gave her a huge kiss on the side of her face.
"what are you going to name her?" emmla asked next to gizz, and that was the first time I noticed she was actually there. it didnt suprise me that her stomach was once again swollen with another child. i knew from the begginging that they were going to have a large family. judging by the age of everyone, this was royal's...mine? hers? ours?... and victor's first child. there is an air of happiness that could only mean this was the first one.
"I'm thinking something musical, you know? Unless victor wants something like…bob…for a girl…and yes I know he would name a kid bob," everyone laughed at the lame joke, but I guess that the future royal was really tiered from pushing that thing out of her. how women do it... knowing that i will one day scares me, but you know, a million and five people have probably done it before, so it isnt impossible.
"whoah! Who is she?" everyone turned in my direction, my eyes widened to twice their normal size and I backed away.
"hey! She's me!" royal from the bed said, struggling to get up, but victor placed a hand on her chest and lowered her down once more.
Victor smiled a little, his eyebrow furrowing into a tricky close-knit mess of scary threat. I ran out the door and down the hall into a kitchen. There was a door headed outside, so I walked up to it swiftly, looking behind me every few seconds. Suddenly victor came barreling down the hallway, a smirk settled on his lips. Gasping, I backed up into a table and knocked down a chair. i felt really stupid for not dashing out the door though.
"no! no don't- be scared!" he held out his hands and smiled at me to calm me down. I straightened up but didn't walk towards him.
"your royal…from when we were 18…" he whispered, a look of awe came onto his face, the way his eyes were set, the way he looked out into the distance at nothing in perticular showed he was lost in those old and dreadfull days.
"yeah, and your victor, from whenever…now…"
"yeah." He laughed a little, doing the hand rubbing your neck thing he always does when he's nervous. "I'll never forget beautiful you were, not possible…" he said it so the silence didnt become awkward, i knew it from the moment his lips parted.
"I'm not that pretty…"
"really royal? As modest as you are now? People never change… so whats going on in your time period?"
"I'm on the train, going to the hunger games…" his eyes widened and he frowned.
"the hunger games…. I remember that day clearly, the day you were reaped, you cried your eyes out on the train, we tried to talk strategy but you were to tiered and stuff…oh, well, it looks like I'm waking you up now," he looked up, and suddenly…
I was back in my bed, and someone was holding my hand.
"you were dreaming again weren't you?" he asked soothingly, touching my face.
"...for how long?" i self conciously asked.
"about an hour since I came in, I don't know how long before that," he smiled, making me laugh.
"what was your dream about? It must have been a good one, you didn't start to cry or thrash…" for a while, I stared out the window on the wall next to the bed, tucking the blankets under my chin and trying to disappear.
"you don't have to tell me…" his hand went to my leg and he rubbed it soothingly, silently telling me that its okay.
"thanks victor," I whispered, barely audibly, but he nodded anyways, focusing his gray eyes on mine.
"royal… do you ever want kids?" the suddenness of the question startled me so much, I fell off the bed with a hard plop on the floor, "royal!" victor helped me up, and I rubbed my head, feeling the pain throb through my head of the impact.
"I'm fine victor, just a little…out of sorts I guess," victor frowned at me, observing my features quietly.
"no, seriously, whats up?" now it was my turn to frown, I looked away, not daring to meet his gaze.
"royal?" he grabbed my hands, holding them up so I was close to him.
"if I have a baby, then they could be reaped into the hunger games! What would happen then? I couldn't bare to loose another thing in my life… but yes," I smiled as his eyes widened in hope, "I have always wanted a baby…always have, and always will…" we drew into eachother's arms, holding one another close and not wanting to be the first to let go.
"how much father until the capitol?"
"about a half hour. I came in here to wake you up for dinner, but you looked peaceful for once, and I didn't want to ruin it…" no, I realized, I never am calm or peaceful. My throught clenched up, and I felt the unwelcomed pressure behind my eyes come again.
"you are never peaceful, and all I want, is for you to be happy instead of sad…" tears leaked down my cheeks and my lips tugged downward into an unstoppable frown.
"your right…I am never peaceful," I chocked, feeling the presence of despair circle around me like smoke.
Victor scooted away from me and held me at arms length, taking me in. I couldn't bear to look at the pity that shone on his face brightly. I don't want to be pittied, I want to be treated like an equal that everyone found strong and clever, but so far, even if there hasn't been any camera's… I haven't built up my image enough. So I bit my lip, tucked in my chin, and wiped my tears hastily with the back of my hand.
"no…not really…just paranoid, and you cant help it. a lot of influential things happen to you," he looked me up and down feverishly, "out of all people, huh?"
"your right," I whispered, and I hurt to admit it.
"just lay down…" the bed lay there, all warm and comforting, as if begging me to enter it and sleep soundly for once.
Victor told me to lie down softly, opening the blankets and offered me a hand. I took it gratefully, feeling him squeeze mine back felt comfortable and right.
"come on," he whispered, motioning to the bed with his free hand. I eyed the bed carefully, "we'll only snuggle a little," the way he said snuggle made me laugh, so I did as he said, laying down on the bed. Closing my eyes was once a treat, but now, it felt as if I was going to drown in blackness so i kept them open, just to make sure everything wasnt a black hole…
I felt victor's hands around me, and suddenly, his weight was on me, I gasped, stiffening once he dug his lips into my neck. My breath came in shallow bursts, I couldn't move, I was paralyzed with fear.
"what's wrong?" he pulled his face away and looked reproachfully at my face.
"i-…i-I don't know…" that was the truth, suddenly I had froze up, like someone with massive stage fright being pushed onto stage to be an understudy for the main character they didnt practice for.
"well…I wasn't doing anything," closing my eyes made it all go away for a moment, but when I opened them again…the situation hit me once more.
"I know you weren't…" the way he pressed me onto the bed made me shiver slightly.
"but what's wrong then?" his arms worked around me, and he placed his head on my shoulder, "tell me royal, come on…"
"I don't know, you just startled me a little I guess."
"well I'm just glad that I didn't squash you or anything, I mean, I probably got a hundred pounds on you."
Laughing, I continued, "yeah, probably victor..." we laughed together for a few minutes, and by then, my eyelids were drooping silently.
"go to sleep princess," he gave a low chuckle as he rolled off me and snuggled up against me. I turned sleepily to him and wrapped my arms tightly around his middle. He did the same for me, and we started to fall asleep holding each other.
"royal clearwater, your different than anyone and everyone, your smarter than the average bear," i had to giggle a little at that, "and thats why i fell in love with you..." i shivered as his warm breath touched my ear.
"either way im dangerous...huh?"
"yeah, if only looks could kill..."
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