Chapter Twelve: A Flash Mob Fight

(Artemis-Rose's PoV)

I gave Bucky a hug and his arm slid around my waist. "Oh, I know! Let's celebrate two consecutive wins with a flash mob!" Everyone looked at me as if I was crazy. I gave them a cheeky grin.

"Why?"

"Because it reminds me of the tower and I miss home."

"Okay. I understand that you miss home, but why a flash mob?"

"Cause at least one person breaks out randomly into song at least once a week. So it would be a bit of home."

"You are crazy, you know that Doll?"

"Yes and quite proud of it. Besides, if I didn't do spontaneous and odd things like that, who would?"

Bucky broke out into a laugh. Then he, Hermione and Draco (with his arm around her waist) all said: "NO!"

"C'mon! It's fun. And it would be nice to have a bit of home because I woke up this morning and remembered that we are stuck in a goddamned game that we are only trying and erring to get out of!"

I totally forgot that I would be extra moody this week. Opps. Bucky sighed.

"It is not going to get us out you know." My extreme moodiness turned on at that point. My blood started to boil and this is what happened:

"I know but it would be nice because I am scared that we will never get home! I can't keep holding my feelings in and if I need to do that it hurts. I am not like you! I can't shut them off and be almost like a robot!"

"Uh oh..." Hermione said. I, realizing my mistake, tried to leave so I can clear my head. That plan worked and I ran down the hall. The look I saw in Bucky's eyes killed me. I hurt him. Finding my way to a lake, I laid down at the bank.

"I am so STUPID!" I screamed and got up and started punching a tree trunk. I punched it for hours sobbing. Finally, I was too tired and my fists were bloody. All the stress from the start of school year caught up to me. The unfairness of my biological brother thinking everything would okay between us. Everyone thinking I am a Potter and comparing me to my entire biological family. Needing to lead everyone through this game. The fact that everything here is real to us, all the pain. My PMS kicked in. The whole flash mob was more about remembering good times with my family than anything else. We have been here for three days. I can't do this. And then I hurt Bucky. I want to tell him that I am sorry, but my pride won't let me. He probably hates me.

I felt two arms give me a squeeze. "I don't hate you, Doll. I should have considered why you asked instead of what you asked." I looked up to see Bucky staring at me.

"Was I speaking aloud?" I ask with blush tinting my cheeks.

"Yep."

"How much did you hear?"

"All of it. Now why didn't you just say something?"

"I didn't want to look weak..."

"So, instead, you come outside, scream, proceed to hit a tree for two hours at least, brutally hurt your hands, cry, scream some more, and don't even notice me listening to the whole thing?"

I nodded sheepishly. He snorts. "It seemed like a good way to let some steam out at the time."

"Steam from three months ago to now?"

"Yeah."

"Next time just talk to me. Alright?"

"Yeah." My voice sounds the way I feel. Tired. Done.

"Let's clean you up and then we can do the flash mob if you still want to."

"No, can we just watch a movie?"

"Sure. Now time to clean you up."

"Bucky?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

*A/N: Just a filler chapter. I realized that I had a perfect relationship for Bucky and Artemis-Rose and they had no problems. Well sadly life is not like that, so here is a problem. The fact that Artemis-Rose tends to hold stuff in. The flash mob was a metaphor for that problem because it's something that reminds her of her family. Weird and confusing, I know, just bare with me on it. Well, until next time!