Smoke rings (Open for everyone)

Oscar watched her as she leaned into her touch, her skin seemed warm to him, compared to him. Her eyes were clear, he could tell that she was innocent when it came to drugs, her eyes were too wide and innocent, although, when it came to something else, her gaze was dangerous, and he could tell she wouldn’t give up on what she wanted. Mind you, he had seen her staggering around with some of her friends before, looking suspiciously wiped. Had she been… lying? What a weird thing to lie about. His eyebrows pulled together slightly as he thought about it, then his expression softened as he realised he was exactly the same. He could tell that she wasn’t here for the drugs, and she defiantly wasn’t a peace keeper. So all was good so far.

He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth as it was near to burning his lips, and dropped it on the ground, stepping on it with his shoes. He was lucky that he managed to get ones that didn’t actually burn up at the slightest touch of a flame. The last ones he had owned had gone up in a flash after he had left them too close to a fire one rainy night. He wasn’t too sure on the name ‘pup.’ Was it some sort of nick name she gave everyone? ’Well, it depends what sort we’re talking about.’ He answered with a grin, looking up at her as she leant on the bench.

He listened intently to what she had to say.’Ah, but my version of lost may be different to yours, mine is a blissful escape.’ He watched her lips as she spoke, by now he knew what she was on about, it was obvious, plus she had just told him, so even a blind man would be able to know. He raised an eyebrow, touching her cheek gently. ‘Should’ve guessed why you were here.’ He chuckled softly. ‘Name’s Oscar. How ‘bout yours?’ He asked.

For a split second, he believed that she was going to kiss him, but she was only teasing. A wash of unexpected disappointment flushed through him as he realised she wasn’t going to. As she stroked his cheek with her thumb, the warmth from her hands seemed to flow into him, making him realise how cold he was before, how stupid he was for being out here for so long with little more than a long sleeved shirt to keep away the chill. He now knew that it was one of the worst mistakes he could of made, he possibly could of died after being here a little longer, however unlikely that was. He met her gaze levelly as she opened her eyes. They watched each other for a moment before she smiled again. He seemed to be drawn to her, he didn’t want to escape, to go back to loneliness. All these thoughts were currently his teenage mind talking, running out of control.

As she tugged on his pale hand, he knew that she wanted him to stand up, so he did. He felt alost disorientated, standing up again, he had been sitting down for quite a while, just taking drugs and smoking when he felt like it. No one was going to come after him after all. It was a miracle in itself that she had spotted him as he had been hidden in the alcove, out of reach of human sight. It seemed that she had been looking for someone. Anyone. And he had been the one which had been found.

He let her lead him around the streets, he asked where they were going, since he wasn’t sure himself, he kept seeing glances of places he knew, but didn’t put a name to it.

He was losing the circulation in his hands, he could tell. The familiar tell tale signs of pins and needle’s were shooting up and down his arm at intervals, every time they changed direction. But he wasn’t going to tell her, he liked the warmth of her hand in his freezing cold one. They began to pass into the richer parts of town, places where Oscar hadn’t been in a long time, well, it had been a long time since he had paid attention to it. He had stood here at the reaping, just like every other person his age. Waiting for his name to be called, waiting to hear his fate. That had to be only day where he hadn’t taken any drugs at all, he had been completely sober, his nervousness taking over any other emotion which had been present in his mind at the time.

The area she lived in was nice. Really nice. Better than where he lived in the suburbs of the district. Back there it was a nightmare to get a decent nights sleep without hearing the wail of a person or child, pleading for something which they were most likely never going to get. Although, it was home. He had lived there since he was a young boy, scraping his knees on the cobbled and dusty streets in the summer as he ran around with his friends, pretending to be hovercrafts, like the one’s they saw flying over the rooftops. Many memories lived on those streets, the first time he kissed a girl. She was in his year at school and he had always had admired her, so, when the chance came around, he took it. The next year she was chosen to be put in the hunger games. And she never returned. The first time he took drugs also lived there, not a happy memory, but he could remember the comfort it bought him, how he felt safe in the knowledge that nothing could hurt him, although these were brought on by the hallucinations. There was also the time he got dragged away to the peacekeepers cells. Ready to be whipped.

He drove away these thoughts by watching her closely as she led him around the remaining streets until they stopped outside her house. It was pretty amazing, to say the least. He wondered if her parents owned one of the factories or something, maybe he knew them? He hoped not, as eh kenw that some parents didn’t like their daughters having men in the house, whatever their intentions were. He didn’t look at the pictures of the tributes that loomed over them, like people awaiting their execution. As Avette took out the keys, Oscar could see that her family liked to have security, as the door at his house was open most of the time, due to the lock being broken on it.

As they stepped inside, Oscar took in the details, how clean it was. He felt like he wasn’t welcome here, but he ignored that, listening to her. He glanced sideways at the living room. In a way, he was afraid to leave her, although he wasn’t sure why he had these emotions. ‘What if I don’t want to?’ He replied, putting the same amount of seduction into his voice as she had done. He leant back on the wall slightly , tapping his fingers as he had done so before on the bench. ‘And to answer your question. Yes.’ He smiled slightly, this game she seemed to be playing was dangerous, but where was the fun in living your life safely?