Won and Sold (Finnick Odair Love Story)

Chapter Sixteen

A/n hello! I haven't updated in a while because lists of things are happening at home, my brother died for example (seems ironic as 'Bohemians' brother also died) and I went into an extreme time of depression, (like it has been extremely hard for me to even get out of bed in the mornings, or be home alone because I'm scared of what I'll do to myself) that I am still trying to get over, so if you're going to give me shit for not updating then you can leave my story, I'm not making you stay.
But I would like to say a HUGE thank you!! The views are absolutely huge and its out of this world crazy! Thank you so much! (Sorry for how short this is, I've got writers block when it comes to this story)

Chapter sixteen.

Bohemian.

Ugh, mornings.

Today is the day that I get to watch that giant television screen and cry internally.
My other tribute, with the red hair and the fox face with cool green eyes, is still alive.
I'm not sure if she's alive by default for what because she's good, but she's staying away from the group and she's not killed anyone as of right now.
Hm, here's food for thought, if your brother died would you be sitting around crying, or would you be doing active things, like maybe exercise your pain away?

Sirbia walked into the room, "Hey, it seems like I haven't seen you in a week. How are you?"

Of course, being nice because I'm in a time of mourning.

"I'm as good as I can be," I said.

She paused, "Aren't you going to ask how I am?"

I shrugged, smiling at her "I don't really care at the moment."

She laughed it off, like I was joking around.
I'm not though.
I really could not care less at the moment.

"I love when you act like you hate me." she said, playing with my hair.

I'm literally not acting.
Seriously.

I think I dozed off at one point, mid conversation about body hair.

She shook me awake, "Anyway, does Finnick have any gross body hair?"

"What?" I asked, confused.

"I know you've had sex with him, is it big? How long did he last?" She squealed "You must tell! This gossip is important to know!"

I gasped "How did you find out?"

"I didn't, you just told me." She smirked, "Now, come on Bohemian, please I am begging you!"

I shook my head "Why in the world do you want to know so bad? Its not like it's any of your business that his genitalia is huge."

She giggled, "Is it really? How many inches?"

I giggled "Do you think I wiped out a measuring tape and said 'wait I have to know before we do this'? Cause I think that might be frowned upon, honey."

"Ugh, ask him to measure. Oh wait! I could ask Grey to measure it, say he's making spea-"

"Sirbia no! That's not something you do! It's really creepy! Please, please do not do that!" I exclaimed, grabbing her shoulders gently "It's not politically correct, and it's his penis, not Grey's so why are you worried about it?"

She shrugged, "A girl can dream."