Punishment at its finest }} Bo x Eva

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The ground beneath seemed to move aside as I moved across it, the grains sliding over one another in a hurried rush to let me through. I smiled, my smile brighter than the early rising sun, a smile that was open, easy to read, easy to understand. Lazily I cast one last glance over my shoulder. It was beautiful, the colours that painted the sky as the young son came out to play. It was a sight that I loved, a sight that I saw everyday. A sigh that was always changing with the wind- and no matter what, no matter if it was stormy or overcast or perfect that sun rising above the ocean waves was always breathtakingly beautiful. It was a sight that I woke u each morning for, a sight that would be paint behind my eye lids for the whole day.

My feet hit the hard cement of the path foot and my conscious is brought back to the surface. I give my feet a rough shake, watching as small crystals of sand and salt rain down to the ground before taking off down the empty path. No one was really out at this time in the morning, only the lone surfers like myself- the dare devils, the people who have the guts to face the freezing cold wrath of mother nature. I loved mother nature, I loved how it was fee I loved how it was unpredictable, everything that I was not. It was everything that I could only wish for, a dream that would never come true.

Sighing I push my worried of freedom and dreams that I new were nothing more than that, dreams. I clutch my surfboard tighter as I make my way home, my free hand dusting off the last of the sand that clung to my body. I didn't live far from the beach, from my safe haven. But to me, to me the distance between us was a distance that I didn't like, I wanted to live on the waves, amongst the water, where I new I would be free for sure. I wanted to live on the shore where the sounds of the ocean of nature would sign me to sleep and snap me awake in the morning. I just wanted to be able to be part of it, away from the touch of man and surrounded by the presence of nature. Thinking of it like this made me sound like such a romantic, when really I wasn’t I was just a girl who didn't want to live like a caged animal anymore, I wanted to have control over my life, over my decisions.

I reach my house and I wander straight over to the window that would lead me into my room at the back of my house. “Why do you use the front door?” you may be asking yourselves- well let me tell you there is defiantly a reason. You see when I was younger my brother my mother and my father all use to surf, they all use to ride the waves at the break of dawn. They were my inspiration, they were what I dreamed of at night when I fell asleep. But then something terrible happened, something that caused my parents to quit surfing all together. My brother was killed, he was mauled to death by a shark, his life was taken right in front of them, right in front of the people who loved him more than anyone else in the world.

After his death my parents forbade me from even going near the ocean… but I couldn’t, I couldn't obey them. I loved the ocean and the ocean brought me closer, closer to him.

I place my hands against the stained glass and try to push it open but it doesn't budge. “What the hell?” I mumble to myself. With my hands I cup my eyes and stare into my room. I was expecting to see my coloured curtain but imagine my surprise when I come face to cafe with a beady eyed woman- one who did not look to please at all. One hand was on her hip, the other was holding up a piece of paper which had words scribbled messily not it. You disobeyed us- for how long now? how long have you been going out against our will? we lost one child, we cant lose another. Don't come home, not until you promise to give it up, don't come home until you forget, forget about surfing. We have lost Benji already, don't let us lose you too. By the time I had finish reading the letter my mother had screwed the piece of paper up into a small ball before storing from the room, tears forming in there pits of her small beady eyes.

Surprised I drop my board my knees colas ping beneath me. “What the hell is going on? She cant be serious? could she?” scrambling to my feet I run around the house to the front door where I begin to slam my palms into the harden wood. “MUM OPEN UP! THIS ISNT FUNNY! MUM!” But my peas are meet with silence. Giving up I fall to the ground again, hugging my shirt closely around me- my shirt and my bathers, thats all I had on me. I had anything else, nothing. ‘Mum come on, open up.”

Silence.

“FINE! I am going, don't elect me to come crawling home though! You said you didn't want to lose me- so this is how you treat me? Well looks like you are doing a great job!” and with that I storm down the pathway surrounded by the flourishing garden and onto the streets which by now had small groups of people milling around. What was I join to do? Sighing I walk to down the path I ha just walked up. It only takes me a few moments to each my destination and when I do I fall down into the soft sand, before pulling my knees in close and hugging the tightly. What was I going to do?

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Eva Crest

The jokes on you.

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I cannot say I am enjoying anything about today.

The clouds are overcast, looking down on us with grim smiles from behind grey faces. At any second, I fully expect it to start down pouring all over the district, spitting down tiny droplets of liquid ambrosia on us and flooding our streets with it, drenching our clothes and shooting right through our skin down to the bone. Shivers, chills that cracked bones and ruffled spines, that straight to the bone, mind-numbing coldness that came around every once in a while to District Four.
The waves are monstrous today. A powerful army of watery villains that, if not watched, would easily swoop over the city, take us all out with them. Maybe Than's body would come floating up. That'd certainly be something. And sometimes, when I looked out onto a vast ocean and the state it was in today, right at this very moment, I didn't have much trouble imagining a giant tidal wave just taking us all out. One mighty, thunderous roar and bam. We were gone, gone within seconds, no, hours. Days, even.

But for now, I think i'll just enjoy the candy bar i'm eating.

Rubble kicks up as I walk down the streets, feet shuffling ever so softly against the ground as I veered this way and the avoiding the small crowds that gathered and dispersed throughout the district square. "Pick your feet up, Bo" Is what Ma would say, casting a glance onto me for a split second before she realized that it couldn't, that it wouldn't affect me in the slightest now that Than was gone, and that I sure as hell wasn't gonna let it. Her and Pa got real sad sometimes, Pa bringing his hand up and down Ma's back as she sobbed into her hands. Over and over and over again. And I just sat up in my room, folding the edges of paper into a half-assed paper airplane, throwing it up before it'd fall straight down. All while they sobbed. I played, they sobbed.

The gravel road that leads through the District soon gives way to sand, black pieces as dark as coal being broken apart by the fine grains of sand. And, as soon as I reach a spot where I no longer feel the pebbles and rocks underneath my feet, I slip off my shoes, sliding them into the bag I was carrying before I continued down the beach.

It didn't take much of a keen eye to spot the girl, red hair flicking against the air as the wind pulled at it with fragile fingers, knees pulled to her chest and head tucked between them. The classic position of a person in pain, a damsel in distress, if you will. And yet, I know this girl from somewhere, have captured her face in the camera that was my memories from parties and get-togethers, from the nights where booze dropped down our throats and smiles danced across our faces and fun joined the atmosphere for an all around good time.

This was Eva Crest. The girl who's brother had been eaten by a shark.

Now that, that was an awful way to die. Kid must've been pissing himself (or, if his bottom half was even left after the shark took a bite outta him) immediately after he felt it. I know I would've been horribly afraid, been thrashing around with my arms going wild and my eyes wide with fear. See, Than? You're welcome for not feeding you to the sharks.

I cannot say exactly what called me over to this girl, as if she were a lighthouse and I was a lost ship. But I find my legs pushing off from the unstable sandy beach and forcing me towards her, wind playing with my hair and causing my eyes to squint ever so slightly. Her head is still down when I reach her, fiery hair still whipping against the wind. Although spring is rearing it's head, the warmth of summer had not yet accompanied it, and it's bitch sister had done a great job taking her place. Today was one of those days, where it was just warm enough until a wind picked up and you were shivering almost immediately. It was even worse if you were near the water. And lo and behold Eva has decided to sit by the water, in nothing but a thin t-shirt and bathing suit bottom.

I prod her shoulder with the other candy bar I bought, still in it's wrapper as it bumps against her frame. Her head lifts and a grin dances across my face, chocolate bar still pointed at her shoulder. "Uh- hey... You didn't look too happy... Want some?" I offer the candy bar to her, still holding it out before I speak again, starting the sentence off with an infamous voice crack and a blush. "You're Eva Crest, right? I'm Bo, Bo Sun. I think we've met before, maybe?".

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All my life I had worked hard to hide the fact that I escaped each morning to find freedom by surfing the ocean waves. For so long now I have known nothing different. It was my life, my morning routine. The ocean was what made me happy, the ocean is what connected me to my brother. Why couldn't she understand? Why did she understand that by surfing the waves that my brother loved I was reliving his life, reliving his memory? I wanted her to understand, I wanted nothing more than for her to understand and for her to return to the ocean and ride the waves like she used to. It would make him happy, I knew it would make him happy. Each morning, when me and Benji were both too young to ride the waves, we would walk down to the beach hand in hand and we would watch, watch as mother and father rode the waves like professionals. I would watch my mother had stream out behind her, her face spilt in a heart warming smile. I wanted to see that smile again, that smile she had for the ocean, for everything it gave her.

If only she would listen to me. But she was scared and to be honest I couldn't blame her. Of course she would be scared she had lost her son at the hand sod the ocean. But if she could just pick up her board again, she would feel him, she would feel his presence, his smile, his enthusiasm. I knew she would because I felt it, I felt him with me each step of the way. If only she would listen to me.

It takes me a few moments to realise that tears had formed and were beginning to spill down my speckled cheeks. Hastily I wipe them away with the back of my hand. I hated that I cried, I thought I had finished crying, how many tears had I shed for him? How many years had it been? Sighing I wis away the last of the tears that represented him and his absence. No more tears, he wouldn't want me to cry anymore, he would want me to smile and laugh to remember hi and his cheerful times and thats what I was going to do. Resting my head on my arms once again I watch as the ocean pulses non stop in front of me. I watched as the waves crash onto the sandy shore only for moments before it is dragged out once again only to repeat the cycle. How many times had I sat on this shore to watch as my family owned the ocean? So many that I couldn’t remember. But how long ago had been the last time I had seen all of them racing along the throaty surface? To long ago to remember.

Sighing I cast the though into the back of my mind, thinking about the issue wasn't going to solve it. If only she would listen to me.

"Uh- hey... You didn't look too happy... Want some?” A voice behind me comments followed by a gentle prod on my shoulder. I look up to see a boy in front of me. But it wasn't just any boy that I would see on the street I new this face. I tilt my head to the side slightly trying to nil his appearance to a name. Who was the boy, he was no stranger, I had meet him before. The boy grins at m and instantly his name strikes me hard and fast. Bo. "You're Eva Crest, right? I'm Bo, Bo Sun. I think we've met before, maybe?”. Bo Sun, thats right the brother f that guy Than, the one who had died his body never found. Must of been hard or him, I could have sworn that the two of them had been close.

Than. I remember Than. Than had been a friend of mine and it really did hurt when I found out that he had passed. So this wash just his brother than, this Bo was his twin. I remember when I used to go to parties with these boys, we would get so drunk that in the morning we wouldn't even be able to remember what happened. Smiling I take the bar from his hand, mumbling a thanks. “Yeah, I am Eva Crest. And I do know you, I knew your brother a bit more, but we used to go to parties together… They were good times… We didn't have much to worry about back then, ay?” My voice grows distant as I recall the memories. “Not that I remember much of them,” I laugh, spreading my legs out in front of me, my fingers pull open the bars wrapper, “I never knew when to stop.

“So what are you doing out here so early in the morning? Its a bit cold, isn't it?”

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Eva Crest

The jokes on you.

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She turns, cheeks shaded red with dried and wiped tears and for the first time since Than was alive I feel awkward.

A gut wrenching feeling, organs being ripped from inside your stomach and torn into shreds. My eyes drop and the grin that had danced across my face falters and dies, dropping to a frown as I stare at the girl.

She has been around for my whole life and yet I have never mumbled her name, never cast my eyes onto her and not once have I let the thought of her swing through my mind. She has been in the same friend group as Than me, attended the same parties as me, been five feet away from me walking down the street and I have never bothered to collect her memory and store it in a jar inside of my head.

And yet here she was, Eva Crest.

Eva Crest.

The bar is wrenched from my hand and her name assaults my mind with broken memories. Than, Than had mentioned this girl before. His tongue had flicked this girl's name at my ears and he had smiled while he'd said it. Yes, I remember. I remember.

Memories swirling and sculpting until I can picture myself sitting on my bed, white ceiling staring down at me and sweat making it's slow route down my forehead. Than sit's on the ground opposite me, legs crossed and body relaxed and that same, flashy grin perched on his face.

"So, like, i'm talking to this girl..."

My eyes dart to the side and I stare at him out of the corner of my eyes, brow slightly furrowed before I sit up.

"...who?"

"Eva Crest."

"And that is?" My body shifts up, legs swinging off the bed as I stare at my brother. He's on the ground, setting up a game of chess for us to play. Fingers laced around the king, because that's what he was, a king. His other hand moves a pawn out of the way for the King to be put in the right spot. And there I am, the pawn. The weakest.

"Dude, legit, you've seen her at least a million times. She comes out with us to parties, walks with me in the hallways. You seriously don't remember, do you?"

Apparently, in my life of inferiority and insignificance, I had failed to take in the all too fucking important detail of who my brother was trying to hook up with. "No, sorry I don't fucking remember her." With a roll of the eyes i'm off the bed, making my way towards the door with as much pride and confidence as I can muster.

"Agh, come on Bo. We have a game to pla-"

The slam of a door ends the discussion.

And yet here she was, that girl i'd listened to Than rave about however many months ago. How many months ago was that? I don't remember. Cause it was one of those memories. Y'know, the ones that aren't that important, so you kinda just shove it way way back in your mind and let it wallow in it's own pool of unimportance and self-pity. Hey, kinda like how I felt before Than died. But something about her struck me like it'd struck Than all too long ago. Maybe it was the red-hair, desperately attaching to wind currents before dropping, going on to repeat the process again. Or, maybe it was the freckles that scattered themselves across her face, copying the stars in the night sky. Or even the grey eyes, so plain but hopelessly captivating and pulling me into 'em.

Whatever it is, i'm as caught as the fish Than used to reel in when we'd go fishing.

“Yeah, I am Eva Crest. And I do know you, I knew your brother a bit more, but we used to go to parties together… They were good times… We didn't have much to worry about back then, ay?” Her words are bliss, filled with a happiness thats only contradicted by the lines left by the tears that ran down her face, past her cheeks and off the cliff of her chin. Eva Crest. There it was, that name. It's almost like she hadn't said it, it's like Than's voice was in my head again, his body hunched over a chess game that he was bound to win because he was just that good, just that much better than me. I have to strike back a chuckle as she speaks, talkin' all about how she only knew Than "a bit" more. Sweetie, i'd seen you two chattin' up a storm all those times. A bit more was a bit of an understatement.

Her words are true, though. Well, at least to her. I remember those parties, red solo cups filled with alcohol to levels our stomachs had no hope of handling. Trash bags, screaming girls and blasting music. The stench of the ocean only paralleled by the odor of vomit coming from the bathroom, where that guy that no one wanted at the party had left the contents of his stomach all over the toilet bowl again. Maybe she didn't have a lot to worry about. Oh, i'm sure she didn't. I know Than didn't, what with all the fun he was havin' back then. It's a shame I couldn't join him. But I had my own worries.

“Not that I remember much of them,”

And there it was, the casual comment saying that she really had no fuckin' clue who I was. The effects of alcohol makin' it's way through your blood stream and erasing all the good memories you had of that night and replacing it with one killer headache. There it was. Maybe she didn't remember, but hell, I did. I can't remember how many times I would pretend to bring cup to lip, alcohol to throat before stopping it at my lips and sending it bak into the cup. It never did anything for me, that cup full of beer or that shot of vodka. It didn't make me laugh and smile, didn't make me happy and it sure as hell didn't make the night any better for me. No, I did all that myself. I guess those parties were sort of like a pre-acting class in preparation for what i'd have to act out after I killed Than, and although I didn't know it yet all those fake stumbles, laughs and giggles forced up from the back of my mind. They really just made me a better actor. Weird.

"Heh, yeah. I wish we could go back to those times, y'know? I'd kill to go back to one of those parties, even if it meant an equally killer headache."
Lie.

I plop down right next to her, feet digging into the sand and one knee pulled up close to my chest, my other leg sprawled out on the sand. I grin, all however-many-there-are of my teeth showing just like Than did. Just like Than used to do.

“So what are you doing out here so early in the morning? Its a bit cold, isn't it?” My eyebrow shoots up, grin still perched on my face but my mind encased in thought. Well, what was I doing out here this early? Buying stuff from the District Square? No, the emptiness of my hands would show otherwise. Enjoying the beach? I sure as hell wasn't doing that. Walking around the District with the thought of how much better life was now circling around in my head?

Bingo.

"Eh, just reminiscing." My words are as cool as I can make them, cooler than the breeze that just swept through the District and knocked my teeth together in a quick shiver. "Y'know, I could ask you the same thing, Mrs. I'm-in-only-a-bikini-and-tanktop." I say it with a quick laugh, smiling at her before shaking my head slightly, dropping my gaze before bringing it back up again to meet her eyes.

"So, miss. What are ya doing out here on this cool morning?"

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OOC- It's really not okay how long this took me. I'm sorry ;.;

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EVACREST

It had not seemed like all that long ago when I had sat in the same friends group as this guys- but for that whole time I had barely heard anything come from hi mouth, or I barely knew a thing about him. When we went to parties I was more involved with Than then I was with this kid- this kid to me was a mystery. I wandered if he expected me to know more about him, I wandered if he expected me to remember his name when it was so clear that I had close to forgotten it. Usually someone might find that awkward, awkward that you knew so little about a person who intact wasn't really that distant from you. But because I am who I am and that is Eva crest, I manage to push all that to the back of my mind and look at the boy through new eyes.

I pull the wrapper away from the bar and hold the food in my hand. I observe it for a mere few moments before taking a test bite out of the conner. How long had it been since I had eaten something? Last night I had come hime from being out late and had just allowed myself to collapse straight onto the couch. I hadn't eaten. And then this morning I had thought about nothing more than just getting out onto the surf where I could feel free for a just a few hours. I hadn't eaten. Usually I would eat once I got home… but because of my situation I hadn't been able to eat. Screw you, mum I think as a burst of flavour begs to dance over my taste buds.

Smiling I take another- more greedy- bite of the bar a small rumble sneaking past the guard of my stomach. Bo drops down beside me, one knee pulled to his chest the other laying lazily out in front of him. He looked comfortable and somehow that made me feel a little at ease. I hadn't noticed earlier, but I do now, about how tense I had been cuddled up in a small ball. Maybe mum kicking me out had had a bigger impact on me than I had first thought.

A grin splits his face at my words and his eyebrows shoot up. I cant help but think just how beautiful his face is. It is like a sculpture in a ay that everything seems to have been cared out with an air of perfection. From his straight white teeth to the gently flick of his dark fringe. My head tilts to the side slightly as I study the boy in beside me. My question seemed to have sent him off deep into thought as he tried to construct an answer and I began to wander what was really going on in his head, because I could see the gears working as his mind flicked though variety of answers. "Eh, just reminiscing.” he concludes.

A spark of curiosity began to burn in my chest. I have always been a curious girl and Bo’s short answer has made me want to know what he was really doing because something about his short answer made me question whether he was telling the truth or not. But despite my bunting desire to ask more I keep my lips sealed. I wasn't to sure how he would react and right now offend someone was the last thing that I wanted to do. "Y'know, I could ask you the same thing, Mrs. I’m-in-only-a-bikini-and-tanktop." He counters and this time when I look at him it is my turn to grin, the spark that had begun to burn in my chest extinguishing as Bo smoothly changed the subject from him to me.

He gives a small bark of laughter before shaking his head at me- a smile still plastered to his thin lips. I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell him why I was out here in nothing but my bathers and a thin shirt. I wasn't sure if he needed to know, o if I wanted to open up to him, or to anyone. "So, miss. What are ya doing out here on this cool morning?” This time he asks more openly and I cant stop the words from spilling from my lips in an endless flow.

“Well you see my mum is against me surfing; she has forbidden me to do it- like no, you don't even understand how against it she is. But despite that I still do it. For so long now I have been sneaking out of the house to go surfing, because if I don't go early in the morning than I will never get the chance too. But tis morning, when I tried to sneak back into the house I came home to locked windows and door and an angry mother. She had locked me out of the house and told me not to bother coming back if I was going to continue surfing… so I left.” While I was speaking my hands had begun to play idly with the and, picking up small handful be bore letting it go showering though my fingers back to where it belongs. My eyes are no longer alight, and my smile is hidden from view. I couldn't give up surfing, because, unlike her, by surfing I was able to connect to him, connect to my brother. Frustratedly I throw the handful of sand in my hand at the group, my hand clashing with the sand roughly.

“So thats why I am here on this cool morning. Cause I have no where else to go- not until mum changes her mind,” I don't look at Bo. I look at my feet, my hands still clenched in the sand.

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My body is draped out across the sand, tiny bits of the stuff wriggling their way in between my toes and fingers before collapsing back into the kingdom of sandy bits they call home. My eyes stare at the side of her face, tongue in cheek waiting for a response. I let my arms hang limp, resting them on the sand and without even realizing it my other leg, the one that started off tucked into my chest falls flat to the ground too. It is a relaxing position, a stark contrast to Eva's balled up posture.

But I am tense.

At least, mentally.

My question hangs in the air, pulling at Eva's mind as she searches for an answer. That, I can see. I can see her forming an answer in her head, I can see her eyes squint ever so slightly as she formulates an answer. But that is not all I see. I see curiosity, the little devil-thing making it's way through her head and showing on her face. I can sense it coming, the question that signals that she doesn't believe a word I had just said.

Perhaps I had let my guard down. After all, after nearly two years of your brother being on the bottom of the ocean, and everyone coming to terms with that, it is not very often that someone actually questions you about it. And when they did (which, was not very often) it was not in a place as bare as this, where the only things besides Eva and I were the seashells and sand. Lots, and lots of sand.

I can sense it coming.

"What were you really doing?"

I nearly panic.

But at the last moment, it fades. The curiosity, the questioning, everything dances off her face and I allow myself to mentally relax. What was that saying? I really dodged a bullet? Right, that. Or, if Than were here, a hammer to the head.

She grins, and I smile right back at her, partially because I am relieved that I have evaded her questions and partially because her smile actually strikes something in me, chords deep down somewhere in my mind- or heart, or whatever. I nearly part my lips and let a compliment slip out, words hovering on the edge of my tongue.

But before I can, a tidal wave of words crashes into my ears.

It is subtle, at first. A slight voice change, a wavering of the eyes, the twitch of a finger. But as her story progresses and builds, one word on top of another, it is clear that this is a sore subject. The smile fades, and her head once again turns away from me, snapping the string of beauty that had just connected us with a single head turn. Her hand gathers sand, eyes looking down at the world of dirt beneath our bodies instead of at me. She does not smile, she does not move, she does not look happy anymore.

And for one selfish reason or another, I want her to look happy again.

"Hey..." I tap on her shoulder, forcing a slight, sympathetic grin onto my face. "What did that Soap guy say from the Games? Chin up? Yeah, chin up." Perhaps it is too far, but as she turns towards me I reach out and push her chin up ever so slightly with my fingers, smiling at her with as much kindness and happiness as I can muster. I allow a slight frown, thinking of what sympathetic words I can pump into her ears. "I don't know why your Mother is so against you surfing- I mean, we do live right near the ocean." I laugh slightly, gazing out into the crashing waves. It is cool today, wind knocking at our bones and making our teeth chatter.

It seems like there is a part of this story missing. A blank puzzle piece, if you could call it that. And for a few mere moments I nearly pry, parts of me wanting to crack open the vault of this story just like I cracked Than's skull and find out just why her Ma was so against her surfing.

But I bite my tongue, and shake my head slightly.

She has no where to go. And pushed forth by a mix of her beauty and my own manners, I speak up.

"Honestly, your Mom sounds like a total bitch, 'scuse my language. But, i'm sure as hell not gonna let you sit out here in nothing but a shirt and bikini bottom- not with these winds, at least." I spring up, shaking off the sand that desperately clung to my behind and legs quickly before offering her my hand.

"C'mon, let's get you some clothes, hm?"

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Why had I told him all that?It was unlike me to burden other people with my problems, so why had I just let it all out? He must think I looked needy and weak, pathetic really. Sighing inwardly I try to concentrate on the feeling of the sand being clenched between my fingers, my mind flying about what I said and what Bo might think of me. I didn't want him to think badly of me, I didn't want him to see my as desperate, or even as a spoilt brat- cause you could definitely take my story that way. You could see it as a girl who was just being petty over a small issue- he didn't know the real bitty details, he only knew what I told him and thinking bak it had sounded childish and immature.

I close my eyes for a moment and listen to the crashing of the ocean against the sure, collecting my thoughts and calming the emotions that surged within me. I don't want to look at Bo, scared of what I might see, or what I might say to make the situation worse, so I just clench my fists into balls squeezing the sand tight. “Hey..." The sound of Bo’s voice brings me back to the surface, as well as his gentle touch to my shoulder. I turn to face him to see a sympathetic smile on his face. Maybe he doesn't think so low of me then. Or maybe the smile is just for show, so he can slap a few words at me get up and leave, thinking just how much of a waste of time this conversation had been. "What did that Soap guy say from the Games? Chin up? Yeah, chin up.” At first his words about Soap and the games confuse me, but after a moment I understand, he was trying to comfort me. And I was pleasantly surprised by his kindness. Then he reached out with a hand, his cold finger reaching under my chin and gently lifting it up slightly. He smiles at me and I find myself smiling back, a small smile, one that barely reached my eyes, but a smile never the less.

"I don't know why your Mother is so against you surfing- I mean, we do live right near the ocean.” He says with a light laugh. If only you really knew, I think to myself. If he really did know would he understand? Would he understand her reasoning and be on her side? I thought about telling him, but I dont, I bite my tongue. What if he didn't understand. I would want him to, just like I want my mother too. But I knew that she would never understand, because she gave up surfing because of him, so why would she understand that surfing was a way of connecting to him? Sometimes I just wanted to shake some sense into her and force her to get on her board and ride the waves… But I knew that that would never happen. She couldn't bring herself to do it, to face the thing that had taken away her only son- and I guess in some ways I understand her reasoning I really do… but I also knew that this was not what he would have wanted.

"Honestly, your Mom sounds like a total bitch, 'scuse my language.” His words seem harsh at first, but I understand where he is coming from, Mum did sound like a total bitch, kicking her daughter from the house cause she was doing something she loved. If only he knew the whole story, I think once again “But, i'm sure as hell not gonna let you sit out here in nothing but a shirt and bikini bottom- not with these winds, at least.” Jumping to his feet he wipes his body clean of sand, I look up at him curiously, wondering what he had in mind. For a moment I thought he was getting up to leave, and I felt something close to disappointment tug at the strings of my heart. Then he offers me his hand, "C'mon, let's get you some clothes, hm?” A weird sense of relief fills me. I look from his hand to his face and back too his hand. oh, what the hell, not lie I had anything else do to, and I was cold.

Summoning a smile, I dust the sand from my hands before I take his hand in mine and climb to my feet, using my free hand to wipe off the sand that clung to the skin on the back of my legs. “Are you sure?” I ask him, tilting my head to the side slightly, “You really don't have to do this, I am fine. Mum will be over it soon and I can go get clothes, just need to hang out here for another few hours.” But as I say it a strong breeze buffets our bodies and goose bumps begin to form over my skin. “I am only a little bit cold,” I add hastily, covering up the fact that I was actually freezing by smiling widely at him, pushing my fiery hair behind my ears, stopping it from blowing across my face. “Really,” I add more to convince myself than anyone else.

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The first thing I am met with as we stand up is a question. "Are you sure?". Well, was I sure? I sure thought I was, because whenever I looked at her i'd get this weird, tingly like feeling down in the bottom of my stomach, like little butterflies bouncin' around down there, knocking against my innards and making me feel all weird sort of ways. It was sort of like how I felt when Than was alive, on that boat with him, the times towards the end of his life. 'Cept, that feeling was different. It wasn't composed of butterflies in my stomach, paper wings riding wind currents and knocking around inside me. That feeling, the one when i'd look at Than was like a bubbling, like all that stomach acid the teachers in school always talk about was suddenly pumped with carbonation, bubbles making their way up my stomach and with each pop my face would grow redder and redder, fingers would clench into fists, veins poppin' out and making themselves known all of a sudden.

It's weird, how feelings work like that.

And before I can respond she fires another statement at me, somethin' about her Ma and how the bitch'll cool down after a couple hours. I almost laugh, slit lips curlin' upwards with whitened teeth shown slightly. But instead my head cocks to the side, a strip of black hair falling down and eyes looking all over her face before settling on her eyes.

This girl ain't nothing peculiar, and although I hate to admit it i'd probably not notice her if it were any day but today. Sure, the orange hair that sprouts from her head is captivating, and she is a pretty fine girl, but that's just it, lots of girls in this district are pretty, beautiful even, and chances are with the stuff they wear, all short and skimpy lookin' (although what she's wearing right now is pretty short as well, but I guess it doesn't count), i'm more likely to notice them than her.

I guess, in a weird sort of way it's how she acts that's got me all tangled up inside, stomach feeling like it's about to explode and the calm and cool personality that adorns my composure on the daily feeling like it's about to crumble, and my mouth all curled into a smile, me lookin' like some big goofball. It's the way she's so reserved and quiet and the way she tries to make it seem alright, like she ain't cold and suffering from these winds and the ocean currents, like she's alright and everything even though her body motions (and I guess the goosebumps on her skin) make it very clear she isn't. She tries to reassure me with a false statement, though the wind intercepts her with chilled words, a shiver going down my spine and goosebumps (just like hers) poppin' up all on my skin. And just as she's about to keep on reassuring me that she could sit out here all alone, wind nipping at her skin and the ocean taunting her with every lapping wave, I flash a smile, shaking my head and grabbing her hand (gently, of course). And as I lace digits with digits I pull her away from the beach, sand falling off our bodies as we make our way off of the place. I flash smiles at her, let my hair fall down in front of my face before I let words fall from my mouth, a delicate kindness laced into them.

"Nuh-uh, no way i'm just gonna let ya sit there. Hell, i'm freezing and i'm fully clothed."

The houses of District Four greet us with un wavered confidence, the slow transition from the poorer parts of the District to the richer part making itself known through each house. At one point or another, I untwisted my hand from hers, letting it fall to my side, my words keeping awkwardness from slipping in between us.

"I have some clothes back at my house, if that's alright with you." I say, brushing hair out of my face and glancing at her, grinning before looking back towards the approaching spectacle that was the Sun household. "Best part about it is we don't have to use the window to get in, ha." The sentence escapes my mouth before I can even think of how it might deal a severe blow to her emotions, especially after what happened with her Ma.

Shit.

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Sometimes when i look out into the ocean I feel like I am riding the wind, far far away from the actual place where I stand. Sometimes I which that it wasn't just a feeling and I wish I was actually out there, so far away that the shore to the sea would not be in reach, even after hours of swimming. I often wondered what was out there, past what I could see, past what anyone could see. I knew that the ocean itself was another world, you just had to dip your head beneath the water to see the new life which had formed on the ocean bed. It was one which was different from the life you lived as houses were not made of stone but formed from the animals surroundings. Coral and seaweed and sand contracted houses and homes and life was different. Was it dominated by rules and regulations? In the sea weren't the creatures free? Only needing to worry about the creatures who lurked were bigger and hungry…

There was no much in this life which governed ones actions, not allowing a person to flourish to there full abilities, holding them back.

There was so much holding me back, so many rules, so many people saying you cant, saying that this and that is not allowed.

We should be able to make our own decisions, we should not have to always look over our shoulder, the huge city that was the Capitol standing tall and above us all watching our every move.

I guess that was why I was the person I am today. Always going against my parents and doing things that would get me in trouble because I didn't want those bounders so when Bo grabbed my hand and pulled me away rom the sandy shore and into the building which created our home I didn't refuse. I followed because yet again I was doing something that my parents would not be very pleased with. They hated the way I acted, they hated that I was girl who was not tameable when to be honest, all the had to do was understand me. Often they would have to pick me up from the station where the Peacekeepers held people over night for doing something wrong. I would be punished in there and when my parents come the next morning they to would give me the cold shoulder before bearing their teeth and sinking them into my skin, words of disappointment and anger slicing through my skin.

You would think that would make me stop, but it doesn't because they didn't understand why I did it.

Bo’s hand slipping from my own brings me back to the surface. I look at him from the corner of my eye, arms hanging limply at my side, my hair falling across my face. "I have some clothes back at my house, if that's alright with you.” His voice has an accent, one that was similar to the way his brother used to speak. It was not often that I heard this sort of accent, one that seemed to cut off some words at the end. "Best part about it is we don't have to use the window to get in, ha." He cuts his sentence off quickly with a quick glance in my direction. But I laugh slightly, my mind traveling back to the many times that I had sneaked through my bedroom window just to get back in the house. Maybe things will be different now, now since I have been caught, I sigh momentarily, pushing mum to the back of my mind. 

"Well thats a bonus," my lips pull back to reveal a perfect line of teeth, my eyes gaze meeting his own. "I think I have climbed through my fair share of windows for a while," I frown. "Not others peoples windows," I correct myself, shaking my head quickly, but still smiling. "I tend to use the door, or something more spontaneous with than windows."