"You actually like this sh*t?!" Zaiden asks bewildered as the opening credits start rolling.

"Well its better than that other sh*t! Like, I don't know, the top shelf!"

His gaze turns to that very shelf before he turns beet red. "You think I actually watch that?! You think I'm that hormonal?!"

I shrug. "You're a pubecent teen, of course you would."

He pinches the bridge of his nose and groans. "You and your big words will be the death of me."

I laugh. "Can we just watch the movie? I quite like it." I pout hoping that will make him cave.

"Fine. But you can't sit on the couch like that." I take my feet of the couch as he says this. "No, I mean come here."

He grabs my waist and pulls me closer towards him.

My back now resting on the chest, I reach for the remote and start playing the movie.

+++

When the movie ends its hard to read Zaiden's expression. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, its fine." He shakes his head as if trying to shake away any bad thoughts.

"Zaiden, I'm your mate, tell me right now or you'll be sleeping on the couch." I threaten.

"You want to know? That horse looks like Kat."

Cha-ching!

'What?'

He's right on the money. And it means he loves us. Well me.

'.... right....'

"Spirit? Really?" He nods.

"He looks so much like her."

"Oh." He hugs me tighter and buries his head in my hair. "Are you sniffing me?"

He sighs contently. "Maybe."

"It was a yes or no question."

I hear him inhale deeply. "So what if I am?"

"Well, it is kinda what pedofiles do..."

"But pedos do it because they're creepy."

"And you're not?"

"No, I'm not doing it because I'm creepy."

"Then why are you doing it?"

"Because it turns me on." I stiffen.

'Did he just say that?'

His scent turns me on too.

'Kat! You're just as bad!'

"It what?"

"You heard me, kitten."

Simple nickname, so much more meaning.

"I think I did, but I just want to test if I'm going deaf or not, so humor me."

He chuckles his deep throaty chuckle. "Alright kitten, it turns me on." His hands grip tighter on my hips. "Are you going deaf?"

I shake my head.

"Are you mute?"

Are we mute?! Has he not heard us talking.

"No." I simply answer.

"Good. I want to hear you screaming my name."

Oh god. Oh god Alisa! You where right! He's hormonal! Way too hormonal!

"Calm down tiger, I hardly know you."

"I don't care." He leans closer and kisses my neck.

"Well, I do." I say pushing him off and crossing my arms. He pouts. "Don't you dare give me puppy dog eyes!"

He flashes that smirk of his and pushes his dark hair up with one hand. "That's really to bad, my eyes kind of are puppy eyes. Or once were anyhow."

I groan frustratedly. "I hate you!"

"I hate you too, kitten." He jokes.

"Well if you hate me that much you can sleep on the couch."

His smile drops. "Alisa, I was joking. Of course I don't hate you, I-"

I cut him off with my laughter. "I can't believe you actually fell for that!"

"That's not far Alisa! I thought I was going to be kicked out of my own room!"

"Oh, but Zaiden, my dear, its not just yours anymore. Half of it's mine." He rolls his eyes.

"Speaking of what's mine and what's yours, that's my shirt."

"So?"

"Well I'm just pointing out that I never looked that good in it."

"Hun, you never look this good in anything." I tease.

He shrugs. "If I looked like you then I'd have all the guys dropping at my feet, I don't want that know so I?"

"I don't have any guys bowing down to kiss the earth I walk on, and even if I did, I wouldn't want them."

"And why's that?" He flirts.

"I've got all I need right here." I lean in and press my lips to his.

Our lips fit together like pieces of a puzzle. Mine against his. His against mine. Moving in sync. This is where I belong.

"Ewww! Geez guys! Alisa only got here yesterday! I don't need a niece or nephew already!"

Mica.

"What do you want Mica?" Zaiden groans.

"Blake wanted you." She informs him.

Once again he groans. "I'll be back." He pecks my lips before walking out of the room. Mica trailing behind him holding in laughter.

+++

After wandering around for a few minutes I come across a door labeled in cursive writing. Library.

Upon entering the room I see what seems like hundreds and hundreds of books.

Paper backs, hard covers, originals. Thousands of them.

Oh my beauties!

Feeling as overwhelmed as I am, I head for what I seem to know best.

The Hunger Games.

Suzanne Collins definitely did the wrong thing in my opinion. She ruined my brain, so now I associate nearly everything wit the trilogy.

Running my fingers along the books -like they often do in movies- I stop my fingers at the third book. Mockingjay.

I grip the book and pull it from its place on the shelf.

Flicking through the book, I look for the page I last remember reading to.

"Ah-ha!" I say in joy as I find page 144.

144 happens to be the page where Katniss sings The Hanging Tree.

Me, being, well me, I decide to sing the song outloud.

"Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say who murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would they be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree." I continue to sing the other three verses.

It wasn't until I had finished singing the enitrity of the song that I hear it.

"You have an amazing voice Ms. Adams."

~~~~~~~~~

Ohhh... Who is it?

That first bit, with the making out and all that was so awkward for me to right. I have no clue about that stuff. I'm thirteen (fourteen in like 24 days!)!

I don't own The Hunger Games, nor the song The Hanging Tree, I also don't own Katniss (she's more than just a piece in my game (ohhhh! Yes I did!)). These all belong the amazing (slightly murderous) Suzanne Collins.

Today's a the 29th of Feb. I actually know someone who's birthday it is today, so that sucks for them as they technically turned 16 today but if they had have been born on the 28th the would be around 60 I think.

Lol, that ^^^ was random.

-TheDivergentGames_75

29/02/2016