A/N: THIS IS A ONE-SHOT. A high-larious one-shot. Leggo.
Disclaimer: Nigga, I don't own shit. Yolo.
YOLO Has No Meaning To Me Anymore
Before I could shout out a warning, Peeta was shot backwards. Finnick and Mags were knocked to the ground.
I rushed over to where Peeta lies, unmoving and limp, vines all around him. "Peeta?" I smell singed hair. I shake him. He doesn't respond, so I shake him harder. Then even harder after no noise or movement. "Peeta!" I check to see if he's breathing. He's not. I search for a heart beat. There isn't one.
Silence.
I slapp him. "Peeta!" Another slap, another hopeless cry.
Finnick pushes me out of the way. "Let me." He checks Peeta for a pulse. Then he pinches his nose so it's closed.
"No!" I shout, trying to get Finnick to stop, thinking he was trying to make sure Peeta was dead.
Finnick just shoves me backwards. That little shit.
I pull out my arrows, aiming at the District 4 tribute. Although, I faulter when I see Finnick kissing Peeta...?
What the fuck?
But then I realized that Finnick is just blowing air into Peeta. After a few breaths, he unzips Peeta's jump suit and starts to pump over Peeta's heart with the heels of his hands.
He's trying to bring Peeta back.
After a few times the cycle was repeated, Peeta coughs and Finnick sits back. I drop my arrows and bow in the dirt and rush over to him.
"Peeta!" I throw my arms around his neck.
"Katniss," Peeta's voice was weak and hoarse.
I answer him, "Yes?"
He coughes a little bit more, and I untangle my arms from around his neck. "YOLO has no meaning to me anymore."
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A/N: HA HA HA. Lulz. Wusnt dat just da shit? Yeah, YOLO GUISE. Peeta breaks that rule.
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