Ok, so this one is more emotional, it's based on the song Prefect by Pink and once againg it's abut Haymitch and Effie. It's set roughly abut the 73rd games. xx

Made a wrong turn, one or twice, dug my was out, blood and fire.

He walked into her room in the penthouse and she was applying her makeup for the day. He beautiful face was being piled up with layers of crap.

Bad decisions? That's alright, welcome to my silly life.

'Why do you spend all this time making yourself look like that?' He asked, standing behind her in the mirror.

'Haymitch yu know why I do it, just go get dressed or something.' She snapped back, she didnt like it when he insulted her Capitol ways, it made her feel weak.

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood, Miss-no-way-it's-all-good, It didnt slow me down.

'What would happen if just for one day, you didnt wear it, you were just.. normal.' He suggested.

'That would never happen, Haymitch, I'd been seen as a trator in their eyes, refusing to play by the rules.

Mistaken, always seccond guessing, under estimated, look I'm still around.

Wow. He'd under estimated her, she really did know what she was doing.

'Besides, I look better with it on.' She said cheerily, trying to change the subject.

Pretty, pretty please, dont you ever, ever feel, like youre less than.. less that perfect.

'No' He muttered, 'I think youre wrong.'

'No, I'm not, you know how strict they are about-'

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like youre nothing, you are perfect to me.

'No,' He interupted her again. 'You're wrong abut you looking better in that makeup. You're better without it, Eff.'

You're so mean, when you talk about yourself, you're wrong.

'Haymitch, just leave, please.' She mumbeled, avoiding his gaze.

'Effie, your too hard on yourself, you dont need to be like them.' He said, placing her his hands on her shoulders so she looked into the mirrior.

Change the voices, in your head, make then like you insetad.

'Haymitch!' He said louder, 'just stop it.' she said, alowing a tear to escape her eye.

So complicated, look how big you'll make it, filled with so much hatered, such a tired game.

'No! I wont stop because I'm right.' He snapped back at her.

'I need to finish getting ready.' She muttered, getting up.

It's enough, I've done all I can think of, chased down all me demons, I'll see you do the same.

'Fine! Dont believe me, but I will make you see sense one day, you'll see.' He shouted walking towards the door.

'Why should I believe you?' She screched back.

Pretty, pretty please, dont you ever ever feel, like your less than, less that perfect.

'Why would I lie to you Effie!' He yelled, turning to face her.

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever, feel like you're nothing, you're perfect to me.

'Why would you not? You hate me.' She shouted, mumbeling the last part and sitting on the edje of her bed.

The whole worlds scared, so I swallow my fear. The only thing I should be drinking is a ice cold beer.

'Urghhh! Forget it then, I'm going to get a drink.' He mumbeled walking away.

So cool in lyin, but we try, try,try. But we try too hard, it's a waist of our time.

'Fine then! leave, I dont care.' She yelled, unconvincingly.

'This was all just a waist of time.' He grunted and reached for the door handle.

Done looking for the critict cus they're everywhere, they dont like my jeans, they dont get my hair.

'People dont understand me like you do, if I didnt have all this I'd be nobody.' She admited before he left. She sat down again and started to cry.

String ourselves, and we o it sll the time, why do we do that? Why do I do that? Why do I do that?

'Eff, dont cry, please dont cry.' He hated himself for making her cry, why did he always do that?

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever, fell like you're less than, less than perfect.

He wraped his arm around her slim waist. 'Effie, look at me.' He said lifting her chin up.

He brushed the tears off her face with his thumb. 'Promise me one thing?' He asked her.

She nodded slowly.

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever, feel like you're nothing, you're perfect, to me.

'Dont ever think that you're not perfect.' he said, pulling her closer.

'Why?' She wispered in his ear.

You're perfect to me.

'Becuse, you're perfect to me.' he said kissing her forehead.

You're perfect, to me.