Gone Fishing! - [Cameo, Jack, Anatra and Marree]

Gone Kissing Fishing!

Tyren Orca - District Two - Eighteen

You know, I've never actually been properly hungover. Now, it really does taste like a bitter pill that a doctor gave me. I'm laying here, eyes closed tight with a dull disruption to tent telling me that I'm alone. Alone? Where are the others? Great, they've just got up and left without me. I don't blame them, I must have done some pretty wild things last night. My memory is like a static television right now, half of it I don't even believe to be true, the rest is a blur. A buzz, or maybe even just noise that I can't quite make out. Amnesia like these only comes from injury, so I must have done something drastically bad to my body now. I can feel it, rumbling in my stomach as though I've went far too overboard. I've never thrown up, to my knowledge, from alcohol. I can briefly remember doing so last night, thankfully I feel as though it was the only time this weekend that I'd be doing something so horrid.

For some reason, I'm not wearing any clothes besides my boxers. A polite blue, if I have to give details. I'll be honest, I don't usually sleep like this. I must have been too warm, or something. Now, I've awoken shivering like a leaf because it's that cold, my skin exposed to the elements despite the tent to cover me from the wind. We didn't bring a heater, and I think that was a mistake, if there was any to be drawn from all of this. Where are Max and Matthew? I'm questioning myself, my eyes opening as I rise to a seated position, looking around the emptiness of the tent. It truly is empty, and there'd be no other appropriate word for it.

What I feel like I need right now is a good catch-up with my friends. Maybe even get to know them a bit more. I'm sick and tired of all of the drama, I just want to sit down by the TV and kick back to a relaxation that's only achievable around friends. Recently, we've been clinging onto our realities, and I believe that in order to do that we have to differentiate. I've never sat down with any of these guys and just chilled, except maybe Matthew that one time that Max and I fell asleep on the couch watching the Games with him. That was it though, nothing else. Obviously Max is somebody who's done that kind of thing with me and other family members... Now that I think of it, I do come to realize now that perhaps inviting more people would have been good. A nice large group would make things less complicated, in my opinion. I should have invited Alex, Tara and Alba, Mark, Jasen... Hell I could even invite Adina. My friends could have invited more people too, but Kyanite only chose Vy, who subsequently brought along Brook. I would have loved to have brought Tyler. It would have been so much better. I could easily head out and get him, but I feel that it may be a bit too much for him to stay overnight. He's older than Brooklyn, I think, but that doesn't make him stronger and I'm far too protective to see him upset and homesick. I'm surprised with how well Brooklyn is taking the new surroundings. The cold? If I'm shivering, what is she? Is she alright? I don't know, but I do care.

I get dressed, slipping on my shorts and my t-shirt that I seem to fit into, slim. I want to go out on a nice walk, or something. I think that's where Max would be around this time - just walking. It's a sentimental thought, to just walk in the woods, but he's probably scouting out a nice route to take us on. We'll all need some recuperation from the alcohol, even Gala I'd assume. I put my sunglasses on to hide my bloodshot eye, that I can already feel and don't need to see it in the mirror, if I even packed one - I doubt it. My hair is short enough not to need any stupid tending to. In the mornings it shows that subtle curl that it could have if I ever let it grow... I won't ever be. I can't be done with having hair similar to Matthew's, not that I'd ever tell him that, of course. I undo the zip of the tent and step out. I feel like a vampire as the sun beams into my skin that isn't pale surprisingly. In fact, I think all that staying up last night helped me catch some valuable sun. Vitamin D, the best thing on the planet in my opinion.

I see those around the campfire, and I'm not at all reluctant to head on over there, but I really do need to go into the woods for a moment.

When I return, like I planned - a minute or so later - I reintroduce myself to the group, who seem to be making something to eat. "Enough for me?" I say with some enthusiasm to counter the knots in my belly.