//Why Me???

[Steffenee]

Bella looked at him for a moment more still thinking of something to say. She was sitting on her legs her hands up in her jacket sleeves to keep warm. In district four it was normal for it to get a little cold, but not this cold; it made it nearly impossible for the fishermen to catch any fish when it was as cold as it was right then. She didn’t mind it though, surprisingly enough she was actually enjoying herself in the freezing cold when it looked like the sky could break open at any time and rain would start pouring down on them. That was the one thing that made Bella nervous about tonight, it was the rain. If it started pelting the half frozen drops there was no way she would be able to make it home. She wouldn’t be able to walk through that in just her jacket. It was cold enough for rain to be half frozen but not quite snow, and that was the time she was worried about, rain she could deal with, snow she could deal with, but not a mix of the two.

When he asked her name it took her a moment to get herself out of her thoughts enough to actually answer the question that he had asked. ”Bella Rose” She replied not sure what else to say, it was nice to meet him, but not in the current situation that they are in—in the freezing cold, after he had just been crying, and before that had yelled at her for running into him. She wasn’t exactly sure what to say after that. She was so useless at conversations with people she didn’t know, she was useless at conversations in general actually. She raked her brain for something, anything she could say to get the conversation moving. The last time she did that however he had taken it the wrong way. She thought about it for a moment longer before deciding it was best she say something else, ”It’s nice to meet you, Stallion” She said quietly, she figured she should probably ask his name, but then again, she already knew who he was so she didn’t see the point. She had nothing else to say and for some odd reason it made her smile and laugh a little.

”I’m sorry, I’m so worthless at making conversation” She hoped it would lighten the mood just a little. She was worthless at making conversation; it was hard for her to think of anything to say, not just around him, but around anyone. She wasn’t a very social person and most times just hung around her house in silence unless she was talking to her father. At school she had a select few friends that she would actually talk to and not pretend to like. Social interactions had never been her strong suit, she never really saw the point in making new friends or having a lot of social interaction as a child which, in turn, made her awkward at it as a teenager. She shifted so she was sitting on the ground and not her legs anymore, she didn’t know why she decided to sit on the cold ground instead of her legs, her only thought towards that might be that her legs were falling asleep and she would actually like to be able to walk home.

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[kiah]

At first Stallion wasn’t sure why he wanted to know the girls name. I mean what was the point? He was most likely just gonna hurt her. Scare her away. But he knew if he did that it would probably hurt him more than it would her. She has been the only person to stand up to him. Put her foot down. No one, no one had ever tried that before. Even though she had been scared she had not backed down, she had stood up to him, and she had beaten her fear. But he wanted to know. He just felt a pulling urge, even though he knew he would hurt her. He hoped she wouldn’t be too scared to tell him.

“Bella Rose” she said. The name matched her. Bella Rose, she was sweet like a rose, it came off her in waves, and Bella it was a short and fun name. She seemed lost for words. Like she wasn’t sure what was to be said next. After all this time, she seemed just to be able to make conversation, when really she was just as clueless as him. Well in a different way. Or maybe she was just too scared to start a conversation. To scared that she might say something to offend Stallion and things wouldn’t turn out to well. And she might be correct. Stallion could see how carefully she thought. She thought about her reply. This is when Stallion realised how beautiful she was.

The moonlight shone on her, giving Stallion the illusion that she was an angle, the light that spread around her, making her glow softly. Her blonde, a soft white, a white that shimmered with the movement of her head. Her eyes sparkled, with innocence, sweetness. They were mystical pools, pools stallion wanted to explored. He wasn’t sure where all these urges had come from. But there must have been and invisible magnetism that drew him to her, it sort of frustrated him, not being able to control these feeling that rose up in him, he wasn’t used to it, he wasn’t used to anything that he had been through tonight.

Then she spoke again, her voice floating through the dark streets around them, ”It’s nice to meet you, Stallion” she said, laughing lightly as she said it. It didn’t surprise Stallion that she knew his name, well who didn’t? he was the person parents would tell there naughty children about;
“Look if you don’t behave! Stallion will get you! You don’t want that, he’s a mean man! He’ll skin you alive!”
“yes mommy” the child would reply eyes wide in fear.

Stallion was a night mare. He didn’t want to be known like this any longer, he wanted to be the good guy, but that wasn’t going to happen. Not while he lived here. Here in district 4.
”I’m sorry, I’m so worthless at making conversation” her voice brought him out of his bitter thoughts.

“well that makes two of us.” He said trying to make a joke. He never joked around. So he wasn’t sure how it worked but he thought he had the general concept, but he tried, then he remembers what he had seen people do after they told a joke, he smile. The smiled must have looked as award as it felt. And it felt very awkward. “Umm yeah that’s all I’ve got” he said with a sigh dropping the smile. He really was useless.

[Steffenee]

Bella smiled some when he said he was worthless at conversation too. It was funny to her because if they were both worthless at conversation what were they suppose to say to each other and how were they to talk to each other. It just made her smile a little to think about. How else was she suppose to get to know him if they didn’t talk to each other? She thought about asking if he wanted to come back to the store where it wouldn’t be nearly as cold, but if her father woke up and saw them down in the store alone together late at night he would think the worst. And maybe even her worst wasn’t what he would actually think, maybe he would think another, different kind of worse that would only get him in trouble until she could talk to her parents about them being friends.

She wondered if it was as awkward for him as it was for her, because at the moment she was feeling pretty awkward with nothing to say. She continually raked her brain for something but every time she came up blank. The only things she knew about him was what she had heard through rumors and from people talking badly of him, which she assumed was what everyone thought of him. She didn’t think that anymore, actually she wasn’t even really afraid of him anymore, he was a good person and she knew it and she believed that he wouldn’t hurt her. Now if only she could get everyone else to think that too her work would be complete. After a moment she slowly stood up to get off of the cold ground and waited for him to do the same. She wasn’t about to sit there all night and let herself get sick because she wanted to talk to a boy that she maybe kind of really liked. She ran her fingers through her hair to comb it down before she smiled at him some.

”So what to do now with the streets to ourselves?” She asked him honestly. The streets were still deserted and would be for another hour or so before the fishermen would get up and her father would get up to be able to open shop before most people were awake unless you were a fisherman. Her father liked to focus around the people who would be out late and up early. The Fisherman. Sometimes she didn’t mind waking up early but as for right now she was kind of hesitant about having to be up at five or six to open shop because she had been out so late and because she had been in this ordeal. She wasn’t really worrying about it at that moment though more so she was trying to start a conversation with a complete stranger that she only knew because of his bad reputation and she completely put that out of her mind not wanting to have that making her judge him. She didn’t like people judging her and she knew he probably wouldn’t want people to judge him.

She still had no idea what to say to him. It was hard for her to even think with the numbing feeling spreading through her with this cold. She rubbed her arms some with her hands and tried to warm up her arms and her fingers. It was so unseasonably warm where they were right now. It had to be close to zero out at that moment which meant that at any moment the sky could start pouring ice chunks down on them.

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