The Games We Play

Chapter 9: Talking

)) Co-written by: @AuzzeeGirl ((

Willow's POV:

      After the reaping, we went to the training room to get our costumes and then after I was about to go out, my mom comes in.

     "You look beautiful honey," she said sadly.

     "Mom, what do you need?," I respond.

     "I want to give this to you," she says, taking off her mockingjay pin and starts to pin it into my dress.

     "No I can't take this. It's special to you," I say, stopping her from pinning it further on me.

      "Willow you're very special to me. You deserve something else special to me. You deserve much better than this," Mom says.

      "Okay," I nod while she finishes putting the mockingjay pin on my dress.

      "Sooo..... you and Finn are thing now," my mom says smiling.

      "You saw that?" I whine, blushing.

Finn's Pov:

    "So... you and Willow are together?" Mum says, mischievously.

     "Mum..." I whine. "Come on. Everyone saw, 'the kiss'." She says to get my attention.

      "Alright, alright. I honestly don't really know where we stand," I say truthfully.

      "Okay. But do you love her?" Mum asks, seriously.

     "Yes mum. I've had a thing for her since the first time we met," I say, going back to that day.

      Mum nods and smiles. "I love you." She says. "I love you too." I say back. "I'm gonna go. I have-" she hesitates,"people to talk to." She says.

      "Okay," I respond.

Jamaica's POV:

     My dress was totally outstanding. Wow, when did outstanding become a word in my vocabulary?

     I guess I spend to much time with the poet-riddled Rye. So much like his father.

    On the topic of Rye he made the parade fun for once.

     We pranked the district 3 girl, with Rye 'flirting' with her, distracting her while I stole some sugar cubes from the horses chariot and put them into her pockets.

     Hopefully, after Rye's confrontation, her hands are sweaty, so when she puts her hands into her pockets, her hands become gross and sticky.

                     A classic Mason prank tributed to Finnick Odair.

      I can see mom looking down on me smirking because of the move I made.

     Speaking of mom here she comes now.

     "Hey mom," I say.

     "Hey, brainless" She says, shoving me to the ground with my dress on. I grab her leg and pull her down next to me. Smack her playfully on her face.

      "Hey," she yells loudly.

      "That's what you get for messing up my dress."  I say, defensively.    

      "Okay. I LOVE your dress. You have a way better stylist than I ever had." She says like she's a Capitol person.

      I laugh.

      "So I see, you pulled the Mason sugar cube classic prank on 3." My mom says mischievously, winking at me.

      "Yup. I was bored and Rye just happened to be a top-notch flirt, so I hired him for the job." I say like a boss.

      "Ooh, looks like someone has a little crush on Rye,"Mom says, giggling like a mad person.

      "At least he's ALIVE!" I retort, sarcastically.

      "Touché." Mom says, sounding defeated.

Rye's POV:

    This suit so tight. If the Hunger Games don't kill me this suit will.

     "Hey kid," someone said sneakily from behind me.

      I whip around and see my father.

     "Dad, you almost gave me a freaking heart attack." I shouted, grateful that it wasn't someone else.

     He laughs.

     "I saw you met up with Jamaica..." He says, grinning like a crazy serial killer.

     "I helped her with a prank for 3. It was hilarious!" I say, ignoring the look on his face.

     "If you say so... Don't take off your suit yet. You have to go to an interview with Ceasar Flickerman. Also, all your friends and the other tributes will be there." He says.

    Dang it! I still have to wear the stupid suit. Unless a get a new one.

      "Hey dad?" I say.

      "Yeah?" He says back.

      "Can I get a new suit? This one is too tight." I ask.

      "Sorry. You can't. Effie said that the stylists worked their tailfeathers off just to get your outfits ready in time." He says.

      I nod and frown.

      I wonder if any one else's clothes were too tight.

      Maica's dress looked nice and flowing so hers probably isn't. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

     "Oh my gosh, did I say that out loud." I ask while blushing.

     "What?" He responds.

     "Thank goodness," I sigh.

     My dad gives me the 'what the heck is going on in your little mind' look.

     I give him the 'don't be a know-it-all' look.

     "What?" I say defensively.

     "I'm just thinking about how much you've grown," he says sadly and proudly.

     I go over and hug him. "You're an amazing father," I say lovingly.

     "And you're an awesome son," he says back.

     We just stand there and hug for a long time.

     A tear runs down my father's cheek.

     Millions of tears roll down my face.

                                    I'm going to miss these moments...