Just Another Time (kittyoemily+A_Million_Arrows)

I wait apprehensively as she takes a cookie. I tap my foot, I play with my fingers. Please like it please like it. Some how I want to impress her more than my parents when I fight? I don't know why, but I do. Twirling my fingers she takes a bite. I watch in satisfactory as she smiles. I give my little crooked smile and start to feel relieved a bit. The smile makes me happy, but not as much as what she comments back. "Thank you so much, you didn't need to do any of this and yet here it is." She grabs another cookie even. I give a big toothy grin. Suddenly my shoulders feel lighter, and my back feels less tense. I can actually think around her more clearly. I realized I never reply when she said she liked my name, and decide to go off of that." Oh it was not a problem." I put my hand behind my head to scratch my neck as I get a half smile." Really It is what a someone should do for a guest, and thanks I think your name is pretty." I lean back against the couch. I honestly did think it was pretty. " You know I have not had a guest, may I say a friend over in a lot of years." I look down at my shoes then back up at her." It is nice to have someone over... you know?" My eyes start to take her image in while I wait for a reply. I forget that my parents are coming home soon, and I forget that I have parents. At the moment I just want to impress this total stranger, and I don't know why.

[occ: not a problem I hope you don't mind how short this one is I sort of have to go to bed, I figure it should be decent enough still right?]

I smile my little crooked smile as I see her blush after my compliment to her. She appreciated the compliment clearly, right? I feel a bit uncomfortable at the thought of her not and my heart starts to speed up its rate until I hear an approval with words too."Thank you." It came. My heart rate slowed back down, and I looked into her eyes. Even though my heart rate slowed down it seemed like people could hear it for miles. I got lost in this new found stranger, or friend now? eyes Lapas's eyes. She spoke again. "So do you live alone or where is the rest of your family?" I start to think about what is a proper reply back. Not much to say about my family, but if I say too little she might think I am rude. I prefer to not sound rude. My eyes focus off of hers and I sit up a bit and arch my back over my legs so that I am looking at my cris crossed fingers and my knees. " Yeah I live with my parents.." I say kind of in a lower voice than my last sentence that I spoke. " They are nice and I think they love me." I hope they love me at least, runs through my mind for the thousandth time today. " I can't complain really I mean it would have been nice to have made some friends along the way since I don't have any siblings, but you know I have to make my parents proud and be a good career, so training first then friendships later." My thoughts flowed right out of my mind. I am usually never able to get my thoughts out like that. It kind of felt good. Nice to feel comfortable around someone for once. Nice to be able to say what comes to mind, and what I want to say.

I look up from looking at my knees. " So now that I gave you my family story you must give me yours." I give a smirk. I think about her name again Lapas Lucilion. Lucilion. Lucilion. I keep running the last name through my mind. It is a sweet last and first name, but the last name is familiar. Lucioon. I continue to run it through my mind. Then I remember. I point my finger at her." You have a brother don't you!:
My voice raised a bit more than I prefer. Yes she haves one that goes to the same career academy that I go to. Of course in a younger age group, but her brother is there. Then I get interested at the thought. " Are you training to be a career?" I ask with curiosity. It would be nice to know in case we both volunteered together or were picked. I could trust this girl already Even though I only know her a little bit, I can tell she is trust worthy. A part of me knew that would be extremely stupid considering only one of us could make it out alive, and secretly I am not sure if I could kill anyone led alone someone from my district that I know, but the thought is intriguing to be like a power house. Perhaps I can volunteer this year and hopefully win. Then she could do the same thing the following year. We could be a cool powerhouse coupl.... my thoughts trail off from there. I just thought about us being a couple. I feel a bit awkward at the thought. This is why I like to think rather than talk. Good thing I was not speaking. What was I thinking probabilities of even careers coming from the same district winning twice in a row was even slim. Even if we were highly trained, not to mention the bigger problem of assuming a bigger relationship with this girl who I am not even sure if we would be considered friends yet. I stretch my hands out as they cramped up from being held in fists. I smiled at her a bit nervously. Please give a reply back, I could not stand listening to my own thoughts at the moment, and I really wanted to hear her again. Talk about her family and her career training or lack of.

[occ: Exactly no biggy posts LOL sorry I had to make that pun ]

I watch as she takes in what I said. Then I listen as she replies back."Yes I do have a brother." I myself smile at me putting two and two together, but I am also a bit let down. I really would have liked having a sibling, someone who could get me with out needing me to talk much. I grab a piece of candy as she continues to talk, and I pop it in my mouth."I use to when I was younger but I stopped." I nodded back a bit disappointed in this reply. Guess we won't be training together then. "I stopped because I didn't like what I was doing to other people. I didn't like seeing the way they would bleed and bruise after a fight. Yet don't get me wrong I know how to fight quite well my brother trains me privately from time to time so I can hold my own." It escaped my mouth before I had time to think about it." Yeah." I agreed with her. My voice was saddened even. If my parents heard that they would get mad. I mean I understood what she means it is disgusting, dirty even, but we should do it for our parents right. It will continue to be a question for myself. A question that I am not sure I will ever find the answer to. I throw the piece of candy in my mouth, I try and act like I did not just blurt out that I agreed with her. That I don't exactly love being a career. Nope if she knows then the whole district would know, not only will it make me a target if I go into the games as a career by my district partner for being a wimp, but worse, my parents won't like me anymore. Won't show some love.....

Before I knew it she changes the conversation, well granted I sort of gave her the idea when I asked her multiple questions, on multiple levels of secrecy. "As for my family well of course, my slightly younger brother who is pouring his entire life into training for the games. I also have a four year old sister who I am basically raising since my mother only married my father for his wealth and only had kids since he wanted them. So yeah basically my mother hates us and me most of all for reasons I will never know. Then lastly my father is a very wealthy man who works in the Capitol so I hardly ever see him. Unlike my mother though he does love me and my siblings but he is just never around since he is so busy with work." I nod. I see her hug her knees tighter. I can tell she wants to cry, she is ready to cry. I am not sure what I can say. A part of her life seems nice, that is having siblings that when your parents let you down, they are there for you, but the other part, the part where her mom straights out hates her, and she haves a responsibility of raising her sister, that does seem like the whole world is on her shoulders. A part of me relates a bit to that. I know my life is a bit less complicated than that, but sometimes when parents hold you to a high expectation that you can never reach, but fight so hard it tears you down. I swish my candy back and forth in my mouth before moving in closer to her. I reached my arm over slowly and wrapped it around her. I started to rub her back. " Feel free to talk, don't worry." I say it in my soft voice. A voice of a parent comforting its young. " I am willing to listen." That is very true not only am I willing but I would be glad to. I rather listen to people than talk myself. It is more natural for me to listen.

[ooc: sorry for the late responses I am preparing for the ap test to get college credit.