"Marvie! Stop it!" She giggled.
Her blonde hair that were once in curls, have now turned into knots.
"Never. Never in a million years, Glimmer."
The two young children were tickling the lives out of each other.
They were waiting for their parents to return.
He stood up.
"Marvie? What's the matter?"
She interlocked her hand in his.
"Nothing."
"Hey. Will you promise me something?"
He smiled.
"Of course, what is it."
She put her hands behind her back.
She smiled and started swaying back a forth.
"Promise me we'll be friends forever, Marvie."
She help out her pinkie.
He pulled his pinkie and twisted it with hers.
"Promise."
11 years later.
"Marvel! Marvie. Come on! You have to wake up."
She slid in his bed.
"How did you get into my room." He said.
He slid up and started to rub his eyes.
"Marvel, we've been best friends for eleven years. And you're seriously asking that?"
I laughed.
"Would you get off my bed?"
She looked at me.
"Why?"
"Because I want to get dressed. Seriously. We have to go to training."
"Marvie..."
"I don't care. Get out."
She stood up.
And stomped out.
"I love you, Glimmer!" He yelled.
Before she shut the door, she smiled.
"Marvel! Will you please come here?" Peach said.
Peach was a very well built man.
Made fun of all his life because of his name.
But he shut everyone up when he won the Hunger Games 19 years ago.
"What do you need, sir?"
"Me and the other trainers have decided."
"Decided what?"
"You're going to be the one to volunteer this year."
Marvel started to beam.
Little did he know what would happen next.
"So, you need to train a little harder for the next month, alright?"
Marvel nodded.
Peach walked off.
Training for the day had concluded.
Glimmer found her best friend.
"What's up, Marv?"
He smiled.
"Let's just go home."
How ironic was it that the two best friends were next door neighbors.
The seventeen year old lead his sixteen year old best friend friend through the door of his house.
They sat at the table.
"So, Marvie, what did Peach tell you?"
He smiled.
"I have been chosen to volunteer this year."
She squealed.
"This is a huge honor, Marv!"
She got out of her chair.
He stepped out of his.
"I know."
She wrapped her arms around him.
He did the same.
He nodded.
Then she looked up.
"You alright, Marv?"
He was alright.
But right then and there, something clicked inside of him.
Once he felt her touch.
With this news.
Something...
Something was different inside of him.
He needed her.
Not only as his best friend.
But something, someone more.
"Yeah. I'm fine."
He released the hug.
"Marv..."
She grabbed his hand.
That was it.
He took control of it.
He leaned down and placed his lips on hers.
They broke apart only after a few seconds.
She slapped him.
Then she got on her tippy toes and kissed him.
"Glimmer!" He shouted through the open door.
He heard the click clack of heels.
She stood in front of him in a white dress.
It was a sundress.
She was wearing silver heels.
"Marvel, will you help me. I think the zipper is stuck."
He laughed.
"What is so funny?"
"The dress. The first time we met was because of your zipper breaking."
She started laughing as well.
"Will you just help me?"
After he zipped the dress, she grabbed his hand.
"Nervous?"
"A little."
She squeezed his hand.
"Don't be."
She kissed him lightly on the lips.
He never let go of her hand as they headed out the door.
When they reached the corner, where the Reaping happens, she spoke to him.
"Everything is going to be alright, Marvie."
She held out her pinkie.
"I promise."
He accepted the pinkie swear.
In Distract One, the men go first.
To see who is more powerful.
Everyone settled down to where they were standing.
Peach was choosing the names this year.
"Alright, men, let's see who's going."
He put his hand in the over-sized jar.
"Jack Johnston."
A little twelve year old started kicking and screaming.
Marvel jolted out of his spot.
"I VOLUNTEER! I volunteer as tribute to save this little boy's life."
Jack smiled at Marvel.
Marvel started to climb up to the stage.
Peach moved the microphone from his face to talk to Marvel.
"Well done." he whispered.
"Okay, ladies." he said.
Once again he put his hand in the jar.
"Glimmer..Glimmer Aaron."