HELLO AGAIN! I am uploading this one too, because I figured y'all would like to get to the LOOOVVEEEEEE and such! I hope you enjoy it!

Okay, so i've decided to give "suggested songs" to listen to as you read this. So this one, is: "Us," by: Regina Spektor. Some my recognize it from the beginning of the movie, "500 Days Of Summer." so yeah! look it up as you read!

Chapter 2

Our friendship went on from there.

He fell in love with a girl in our unit, and when she turned him down, I was there to hold his hand and tell him he would find someone better, even if he didn't believe me.

I was there when the girls made fun of him for something that had happened in the Hunger Games (he had fallen in love with a girl in there- they had gone a little far for doing what they did on camera… he regretted it with all his being, but that did not lessen the fact that all of Panem was basically watching a porno). I wiped the tears away.

I was there for when he really, truly, grinned for the first time since camp had started. I can't recall what I said to make him smile like that, but I do remember the feeling of absolute joy, knowing that I put it there.

His smile was beautiful.

He was there when almost all the girls in my unit turned on me because of my friendship with him. What the girls didn't seem to realize is that whenever they tried to split us apart, it only made us one step closer.

After chores, we would sit on the dock and dangle our feet off of the edge, spitting into the water to watch the fish eat. Yeah, gross but it was interesting to see how big the fish could get. We would watch the sun make the ocean sparkle and the wind make the emerald summer leaves dance to music that we couldn't hear, but liked to think we could.

It was so peaceful. I never wanted the moments with him to end. All of my happy memories from that year were with Finnick.

He held me while I cried at the last day of camp. I couldn't help but notice how perfectly my head fit in the soft underside of his neck.

When it was time to leave, we hugged each other good-bye, and left with a sad smile and each of our addresses. We planned to write to each other as much as possible. We both lived on opposite sides of the District- me, in a poorer house, and him in the Victor Houses.

I cried when I left camp, because I knew I would have to wait a year until I saw him. I would hold the memory of him holding me until then.

The past year went by slow and fast at the same time. The moments when it was slow were the times when I would really miss his smile and his wonderful hugs. The moments that where it went by fast was when I distracted myself enough not to think about him.

It had been a rough year- for the both of us.

My two best friends had recently begun dating, and they had been terrible to me, putting me through tons of pain and anger for months on end- it's a long story that I do not care to go into. Let's just say, there was a lot of crying myself to sleep thinking about why I wasn't god enough and what I was doing wrong.

That was my problem. I always think about what I do wrong, making me even more awkward, and other people hating me more. It's just a terrible cycle. I expressed this to Finnick once, and he promised me that no matter how crazy or awkward I get, he'll always love me. It was good to know that one person would never leave, because everyone else seemed to.

His year was far worse. He had been having flashbacks and nightmares. He lived so far away that I couldn't hold him while they happened, but boy, did I want to. At one point, he wrote me a letter saying that he "wished that he wouldn't be there in the morning."

That night, I kept reading that sentence over and over again until I dropped the sheet of paper because my hands were shaking from fear. Finnick couldn't leave me- I don't know what I would have done.

My parents, being amazing, let me use one of their bikes. If the officials had caught me, I would have been executed, because you can only ride a bike around District 4 if you are 16- but saving my best friend was worth the risk.

I sat on a curb with him, and we just talked and hugged and cried to each other. For hours on end. I was sad to leave him again, but I knew he would be okay.

Then Finnick discovered that the local black market was selling drugs for cheap. People from the black market stole Morphling, a painkiller, and would give it to people. Of course he told me of it, and being with a smart body and soul, I knew the effects. I understood why he did it. The abuse of Morphling was so you could lose yourself. So you wouldn't have to think anymore. Which was exactly why the drugs scared me so much.

I was so afraid, because I didn't want to lose him. I didn't want to lose my best friend- especially not to drugs. Sure, drugs can kill you, but even if he just took them; I'd still be losing the part of Finnick that I loved. I convinced him to quit.

Soon, around March, my friends started to question our friendship, since I would talk about him all the time. Their questions bombarded me: "Are you secretly dating? Have you kissed? Why do you say you love him?"

I soon began to answer, "I would never date him. But I would marry him."

And I believed those words to be true. Because they were. I could never date him, because that would mean that I would have to break up with him. If we were married, I wouldn't have to have that problem.

Then suddenly, it was July again. Time to go back to Camp Tridenti.

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DOES THAT ENDING DESERVE A "DUN DUN DDUDUUUUUNNNNN?"

Possibly. I'm not entirely sure...

Anyways, I did this instead of studying for midterms... so I deserve at LEAST a review. Pwease. Reviews feed unicorns and baby puppies (I realize that phrase is redundant, shut up)

GOOD NIGHT Y'ALL!