Foxface attempted to cover her lips, trying not to show the smile on her face. She forced her eyes to remain expressionless. Her fingers, though, were her saving grace. How does the Capitol expect me to give a solemn photo shoot when the photographer is the brother they stole from me two years ago?!
Finnick sniffed, leaning into his mother as much as possible. He felt her warm, slender fingers brush through his hair. He liked that. It made him feel better, knowing that she was touching him with such a loving gesture.
“Are you feeling better now, Finn?” She asked.
He sighed and nodded, “I guess. But I don’t wanna go outside again. Not today, at least…”
She smiled, “Okay, big guy. The other kids might miss you though.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t want to see Thomas ever again. And I know he’s still out there with them!”
“But if you stay in here and hide from Thomas, he’ll keep picking on you. Finnick, you really ought to march back out there and show him that his words don’t bother you anymore.”
“But they do!” Finnick groaned.
His mother winked, “Then make Thomas think they don’t. After a while, he’ll probably stop using them, because you won’t react to them anymore.”
Finnick nodded and slid off her lap, “Okay, mama, if you say so. But if he keeps up I’m coming straight home!”
“Okay, Finnick, okay,” his mother laughed, watching her son run back down the front path.
Marvel stood in Clove’s doorway awkwardly, “You’re mother told me to come up and get you… cause you weren’t listening to her…”
Clove blushed, “Oh, sorry, I just let time get away from me. I haven’t even picked out what I want to wear on our date.”
“What’s wrong with what you have on? You look splendid.”
The girl smiled and shrugged, “I wanted to look special, I guess.”
The boy took a step into Clove’s bedroom, “You are special. Really special. And pretty.” Then, he wrapped her in a hug. And the hug morphed into the most beautiful first kiss Clove could have ever imagined.
Johanna touched the water and smile. It trickled past her fingertips quickly. She sighed. On the outside, she was serene and resolute. On the inside, the girl was mentally preparing herself to enter into the arena and fight to the death.
Johanna never knew that these moments were the ones that gave the Capitol the idea to torture her with water.