Turning Tables

I Will

A rock tumbled down after Jeremiah. The shining blue black stone had the obvious break in it, showing the point where it had taken the stress. I picked it up and pointed it out to him. He was laughing harder than he had in weeks.
"You're an absolute idiot Jer." I pulled him up, grabbing onto his sleeve, while he still laughed, running his hand over the bruises beginning to form on his leg. A slip five metres down a smooth asphalt wall was enough to hurt. He leant against the wall and recovered. When he could finally breathe again he pushed his sandy brown hair out of his sapphire eyes.
"On the morning of the reaping and all." He was crying as a result of an uncomfortable ratio of pain and laughter. We sat down on the hard bedrock, staring up at the opposite wall of the abandoned quarry, where the sun was just touching the top of the rock, polishing the black to a shining blue.
We both sighed.
"You're right." He smiled. The cavern echoed. This made him grin even wider.
"Not that right!" He yelled, earning himself a cheeky reply of "that right that right that right that right" from the walls.
"I'm always right," I smiled.
"It's beautiful."
We sat in silence again.
"For you," Jeremiah began to sing,
"Not now," I laughed.
"There will be no more crying," he continued.
I gave in.
"For you, the sun will be shining,"
And together, "cause I feel that when I'm with you, it's alright."
Jeremiah's bit, "I know it's right."
"And the song birds are singing, like they know the score,"
"And I love you," we let it echo, "I love you I love you"
"Like never before."
The last note faded and we both laughed. It was an extremely old song- a before the first revolution song. It was our song.
It was worth the climb down the shaft, just to eat the few crackers we'd packed, to sing, and to watch the sun rise against the quarry wall.
"Worried?" I asked him, as he sat quietly. He grimaced without looking down. Jeremiah had three little sisters. Two were up for reaping today.
"Yeah." He sighed.
I hugged him quickly, then stood up to launch a pickaxe up about ten metres. It dug securely into the wall, and I clambered up to it. I stood on a small ledge, and threw the pickaxe and rope up another little way. We both ascended slowly, laughing every now and then, trying to calm ourselves for the reaping. 

We reached the corner of the street where I turned off. Jeremy turned to me. I could see the pain in his eyes, so I hugged him. He wasn't scared for himself. He was scared for Ruby and even more scared for Indigo. It was Ruby' third reaping and Indigo's first. Next year was his youngest sisters first as well.
"Tell Indie and Ruby that I wish them good luck." I whisper for no reason in particular. He whispered back into my hair, "I will."