:| A Little Something There |: {Cato}
Aug 30, 2015 15:53:40 GMT -5
Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Aug 30, 2015 15:53:40 GMT -5
MICAH BRIDGES
A silly grin was plastered on my face as I watched the pie-eating contest. Alex Summers? Eating? And actually trying to eat as many pies as he can? I knew Alex long enough to know that it must have killed him inside with each bite of the pie, but maybe the prize would be worth it. Or maybe it would be completely useless to him and his cause. Either way, each pie he went through made me want to laugh even more and at the same time feel concern because there was no way his stomach could handle all of that. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he did end up throwing up the whole 8 and some pies.
Yet somewhere in the hilarity, the rumble of my stomach wished I was up there next to him, stuffing my face with the admittedly delicious-looking pies. Being hungry wasn’t something new, but now that Ekky was starting to grow as well, I became more conscious of how much he had to eat while worrying about my own body as well. Alex had done a great job in keeping me alive; my stealing had done the job for my family. Even as I stood there, I contemplated the different ways I could swipe a few pies from their noses. I didn’t want to steal—if I had the money, I would have paid for all of it—but my fingers started twitching automatically as I tried to see where they would take the remaining pies.
No, it wouldn’t do. First, I was going to have to give Alex a hard time and by the time that was over, who knew where the pies went or who else had taken them? Letting out a sigh, I walked over to find Alex until I found the other tall, weedy guy. It was crazy how little he took care of himself, and yet I could see he had been starting to fill out a bit. I didn’t know who or what was the cause of it, but I had a feeling it happened after the 69th Games. I had never seen Alex so frustrated and worried, which was saying a lot as he seemed to worry about everyone in the District 7 slums all the time. I knew how close he was to Wyatt, but I didn’t realize how much of an impact Wyatt had on him. Sure, Alex was sadder now, but at least he was looking after himself one—or eight—pie at a time.
Despite how sobering that thought was, the grin didn’t leave my face as I walked up and punched him lightly in the arm. “So now you’re an expert pie eater, huh?” I teased, knowing full well that it was probably the first time he ate so much. My eyes wandered lazily to where the pie-eating contest had been. “I don’t blame ya, though. Those pies looked so good, I would be on them with no hesitation.” My grin had become a smirk as I nodded in another direction and telling him, “C’mon, let’s get moving before I’m tempted to start stealing.”