Hunger Games (DNF)

Part 1, Chapter 14: needing sleep

I'm sorry for tonights chapters.

Dream is gonna get a lot of hate and I am sorry...
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George POV.
The next morning.

Last night I had fallen asleep cold, I distinctly remember that but when I woke up, I was warm. I thought maybe Clay had given me another blanket, or moved me closer to the fire but when I opened my eyes it was something different. The top half of my body was off the ground, my head and chest were resting on something else.

Before I could even guess as to where I might be and what I might be sleeping on, Clay answered the question. “Morning George, how did you sleep?” the blond asked.
My eyes widened and immediately darted up to see Clay looming over me, and a wave of bright red blush covered my face as I realised what was happening. I was resting with my head laying on his lap.

“Well George, how did you sleep?” he asked again, seeming to take enjoyment in how my face was turning a different colour.
“I was sleeping fine, until you moved me onto your lap,” I spat accusingly. It was a dumb idea to act like this in front of him seeing as he had a weapon or could just snap my neck with his hands. Plus, I should probably be nicer after he stopped me from bleeding to death yesterday.

“Uh-huh,” Clay’s shining eyes were full of disbelief, “what time did you stop sleeping ‘fine’ then?” he asked.
I took a minute trying to guess what time it would have been before answering with, “after midnight.”

He stood up and gave me a coy smirk as he moved over to the fire to toast some bread that had been in his pack. “I’m not accusing you of being a liar George, but you were shaking quite badly until I came and sat with you. After that you slept quietly, until you woke up and decided to cause a problem.”

“Shut up.” I mumbled, turning away from him so he couldn’t see how flustered I was. Unfortunately, Clay saw and chuckled. He left the bread where it was and moved over to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
“You are cute when you blush,” he stated nonchalantly which made my face burn even brighter.

Was he flirtatious by nature? I mean he couldn’t have actually meant it when he said I was cute so it had to be some sort of joke or something.
Or maybe it’s just people from District 4, I knew that they can get quite flirty with each other based on the way some tributes act before the games.

But I accepted the compliment he gave me and I moved over to the fire to help him toast the loaf of bread. Once it was done we snapped the bread in half and began to eat it. I made sure that Clay got the bigger half and he easily noticed but ignored it.

Clay POV.

I shouldn’t be falling in love with George. In a few days one of us, or both of us, would be dead, but I couldn’t help it. George was just so cute. So undeniably cute and I couldn’t do anything but feel myself liking him more and more with every second he spends with me.

We sat down in front of the fire and George halved the bread, but I noticed he gave me a lot more than he got. Although I tried not to acknowledge it.

The two of us were sitting in silence as we watched the water flowing in the river, and every fish that went past George would watch curiously. He found it interesting when I told him about them and asked a lot of questions.

It couldn't have been any later than 10am when I let out a loud yawn, and rubbed my eyes tiredly. George looked over to me with slight worry.
"If you want, you could sleep. I'll stay up and watch for any other tributes." George offered.

I nodded, wanting desperately to get a few hours of sleep and George passed me the blanket.
"If you see some tributes and can't handle them then wake me up." I instructed, and George nodded in response.
"I'll be fine." He reassured me, followed by a loud yawn that put mine to shame.

He was still clearly tired, and I knew he needed sleep as badly as I did.
"George, can you come here for a minute?" I asked, and the brunette did so.
"What's up Clay?"
I didn’t say anything, instead just grabbing him by the waist and pulling him down on top of me. “Clay! What the fuck let go of me!” George growled as he squirmed.

“George. Stay. You are still tired and need sleep.” I told him in a stern tone, leaving no room for negotiation.
“I’m fine,” George said unconvincingly, “you need to sleep more than I do.”
“Just sleep.” I instructed, moving one hand from his waist up to his mouth to cover it so he’d stop complaining.

The brunette attempted to squirm for a few minutes before giving up and laying back. I waited a few more minutes before moving my hand from covering his mouth to running through his hair. “Good boy Georgie. I know you’re tired, just sleep.” I mumbled for him before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I am sorry to be mean but you need it.”

His cheeks tinted red from the pet name and the kiss but his eyes fluttered shut and my hand moved back down to his waist. After a minute George let out quiet slow breaths, signalling he’d fallen back asleep. My eyes shut after a few minutes. The blanket had been adjusted to cover both of our bodies.

Our bodies were both submerged in some shrubbery and the fire was out. Nothing much could draw our attention.

Darryl POV.

Karl and Alex both seemed very cuddly with each other this morning, I noticed as I stood watching for any other tributes. Alex was leaning against the wall of the small cave with Karl curled up on his lap, and his head on Alex’s shoulder.

Alex was barely awake and eating a small piece of the only loaf of bread we had. I knew we’d need a lot of food and water if we wanted to last till tomorrow, so I gave Alex a smile and told him I was going for a walk.

He only nodded as Karl shifted in his sleep. As I was walking out I saw his hand running through the other’s hair, Karl seemed barely awake too and I heard Alex trying to coax him back to sleep.

With a deep breath of the cool morning air, I began walking downhill and to the river, hoping I could get water and maybe find some edible berries for us to eat. I thought over what I had learned in training, George and I had never trained with weapons, instead favouring survival skills. Such as how to identify edible plants and berries, or how to make a fishhook.

When I reached the river bed I stayed hidden in some shrubs in the treeline for a few minutes to make sure that none of the other tributes were nearby, but the area was deserted. I made my way to the water and knelt down, cupping my hands and getting some water to drink. Feeling refreshed I stood up, and grabbed the bottle of water that I’d brought down with me and filled it up with water.

After that, I began walking along the riverbed, looking for anything that could be used as food both in the water and in the forest. I grabbed berries, and some fruit, but nothing major enough to feed me, Karl, and Alex for a while. It was probably midday when I gave up and was about to turn back, however I saw something on the other side of the river which caught my attention.

The remnants of a campfire. I narrowed my eyes as I looked over at it and saw a pair of people asleep over there, one of whom I recognised as George. A smile appeared on my face as I saw him, thankful that he was still alive, and I waded into the water, hopefully he’d give me some food.

I didn’t pay attention to who he was laying with but decided to ignore it, in hindsight maybe I shouldn’t have.
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1428 words.

The Hunger Games make people go insane. And I am sorry for this but it furthers the story.