Just BTW all the characters are between the ages of 24-31


Haymitch walks me out to the circular driveway where I shall be meeting, as he calls them, the lucky fellows. To say I'm nervous is an understatement, I don't usually get nervous when it comes to men, I don't really get nervous at all. But when one of these guys could be my future husband, well it's more than a little nerve racking.

Mainly because it ins't just me finding my true love, but also the guy. I can't help the thoughts that begin to race through my mind; what if they don't like me? What if I'm not what they think I am? What if I scare them off? What if...

I'm snapped out of my bitter thoughts by Haymitch who I'm assuming knows what's floating in my mind. He pats me on the back and gives me a smile revealing yellow teeth."Don't worry, they'll love you." He reassures, but he only half convinces me.

"And how can you be so sure of that? You don't know me nor do you know them." I retort rather harshly, what can I say? I'm stressed out right now, and I'm not necessarily a bundle of sunshine when I get this way.

He chuckles a bit and shakes his head at me. "Well, sweetheart, you are nothing like the other girls who we have had the, erm, privilege to have on the show. That much is obvious by the way you looked as they splattered your face with makeup, they each acted as if they were the most precious thing in the world. You know, your typical blonde bimbos and bitchy brunettes. But Governor Undersee has told me a lot about you, Katniss.

"I know more than you think, so believe me when I say you are different from them. And I mean this in a good way, so wipe that goddamn glare off your face." He adds when he notices my defensive expression. "Plus the guys we have this year are nothing like who we have attained in the past. A few are, but for the most part they're... different. Who's to say you won't love 'em?"

"I'm not worried about me loving them, I'm more worried about them loving me," I admit shamefully and somewhat defensively.

He sighs, "Yeah, I was right, definitely not like the other girls." He says under his breath, then louder he says," Sweetheart, don't worry. I have a feeling each and every one of them are going to fall head over heels for you." He only says it halfheartedly, but it makes me feel somewhat better.

He looks to our right and my gaze follows his to a limo arriving in the distance.

"Speaking of the devils, here they are. Good luck and I will see you inside." Haymitch walks off down a garden path leaving me standing there all alone.

Another thought bursts into my mind and invades my every thought: what if Prim doesn't like who I bring home? What if he doesn't like her? That would be the deal right there, he would have to love me and her or he is out of here.

I don't have too much time to dwell on that final thought, because soon the limo is right in front of me. I take a deep breath to calm myself and close my eyes for a small moment, I imagine I'm back in my woods with the warm summers wind flowing through my hair as I lay in the middle of my meadow.

I open my eyes, calmed slightly more and I'm able to forget about the many cameras littering about around me. Out of the limo struts a giant guy with muscles bigger than Hercules. He has caramel blonde hair that is gelled to perfection, and dark green eyes that seem somewhat cold. If I had to guess I would say he is 27; 29 at max. He's attractive, no doubt about that, and I'm sure the girls all swoon over him from the way he carries himself. As if he's high and mighty, above everyone and everything. Like he would expect people to come and kiss his feet if he asked them too. He swaggers up to me as if he owns the place and it makes me feel slightly uncomfortable. But I give him a smile nonetheless, after all they always teach you in school never to judge a book by its cover. Maybe he's truly a really nice guy...

The cockiest smirk/smile appears on his face, revealing a set of sparkling teeth that look any thing but natural. I'm sure he has had a lot of money put into them. He even looks at one of the cameras and winks at it before his eyes go back to me. Once he reaches me from the small walk from the limo to where I stand, he takes my hand and lifts it to his lips as he sets a light kiss on it. His lips are smooth, glossy, and somewhat wet. A little like a sponge.

"The names Gloss, it's a pleasure to meet me." He says, standing up tall as he shows off his too tight of a suit.

Really.

"You know you're a lot..." he pauses and looks me up and down slowly, hunger flaring throughout his green eyes, "more, erm, alluring in real life than in pictures." He purrs lowly.

"Uh," I don't know quite how to respond to that...

He lets go of my hand and his arms pull me against his rock of a chest for a hug, one of his hands going a bit too low for my liking; being placed right on my butt. Almost as soon as his arms encase me, I pull back and have to hide my discomfort at where his hand was placed.

He doesn't seem fazed at all from what he just did, he just starts to boast about himself.

I think this actually is a case of judging a book correctly from its cover.

"I know you're just dying to get to know me," he doesn't say it with a hint of sarcasm or humor, "so I'll be a gentleman and tell you. I'm the best boxer in the state of Michigan, and Ok! magazines sexiest boxer of the month five times. I'm sure you've heard of me, I would be completely shocked if you haven't."

I shrug, "Then prepare to have your socks knocked off."

He raises a brow but waves it off, "Hmm. Anyways, my sis and I own a boxing place. People come from hundreds of miles away just to come to my gym for one lesson. My sister and I give lessons every Saturday and we make a shit load of money." He sums up, his face all of the sudden very close to my own.

I nod and give him a forced smile, taking a step back so that his breath isn't battering my face with every word he speaks. He smirks and looks me up and down for a second time.

"You know, I think I'm going to enjoy myself here. Lord knows you will enjoy me, who wouldn't?" He asks as if the answer was as obvious as stars on a cloudless night. He winks at me seductively and places his glossy lips, huh no wonder he was named Gloss, on my cheek before sauntering off in the direction of the mansion behind me.

I shake my head at his antics and straighten up as the next man steps out of the limo. As he does so, my eyes widen.

This guy is lacking a shirt, not that he needs one. My eyes automatically train on his clothe-less chest and I find that he sports a six pack of surely defined abs as well as golden-tanned skin. His chest is only slightly hairy but not nearly enough to gross any girl out. I avert my gaze from his apparent chest and to his eyes that stand out almost as much as his abs. His deep tan only makes his sea-green eyes completely pop, they would have been the first thing I noticed had he been wearing a top.

As he gets closer I see that he has sharp cheek bones and a perfect jaw line. My eyes trail to his tousled hair on the top of his head; it's about the same color as Gloss' is but his is somewhat curly. His eyes shine with warmth, yet slight cockiness; nowhere near the extend of Gloss'. Needless to say this man looks like a freaking God, he practically glows.

He walks up to me and does just as Gloss did, he takes my hand and presses a soft kiss on it. Unlike Gloss, though, this guy has soft lips that aren't the least bit spongy.

"Why hello there darling, I'm Finnick," he introduces himself before stepping back to give me a once over. He takes in a sharp breath as he does so. "I must say, you look absolutely breathtaking, red is definitely your color." He gives me a humored wink and a charming smile that, much like Gloss', contains a set of perfect teeth.

"I like the accent," I state matter-of-factly.

Finnick chuckles and nods. "Good ears darling. Little fact about me, I was born in England and moved here to the states when I was only eighteen. I have always been a swimmer, the best at my high school in Birmingham, hell, the best in all of Birmingham. I had the opportunity to go to the Olympics, and I was training my arse off for them. Unfortunately for me though, when I went for my yearly check-up at the doctor, he found that I had something wrong with my back that would have only gotten worse had I stuck with swimming.

"So I stopped training and moved to the states for many more reasons than one. When I moved here to America I eventually took up a job as a local high schools swimming coach. I have worked there for the past seven years, only getting the job when I was twenty two." He ends, a charming smile still attached to his Godly face.

"So you're... twenty nine?" I ask, smiling right back at him.

He chuckles, "Beautiful and smart, what a lucky guy I am."

I blush and look down as he continues, "I also have a summer job at a local aquarium where I live, Long Beach, California. My sister moved with me as well, and we lived together until she was about... I'd say eighteen and she moved out herself. She's six years younger than me, making her..." He trails off and gestures for me to answer.

I laugh and do the small math problem in my head, "So she is twenty three."

"Amazing! Such a brilliant young lady standing in front of me!" He exclaims, making my previous laughter bubble to the surface yet again. "I think we should skip all of this and just go straight to the honeymoon. What do you say?" Finnick asks me with a mischievous smile on his face of perfection.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I can get anything words out he picks me up bridal style with no effort whatsoever and I'm pressed against his chiseled chest. He begins to walk away with me in his arms, not even having any shortness of breath as he does so.

"Finnick!" I yell while laughing, "I still have more guys to meet, this is going to have to wait."

He pouts, "As you wish m'lady." He then sets me down carefully and presses a kiss to my cheek.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see one of the camera crew had followed us closely. It was going to take some getting used to for them being around.

In my opinion, Finnick seems like a flirt but a sweet one at that. Like the type of guy in high school who flirted with all the girls, but was loyal to his one and only. He's attractive, no questions asked on that fact, and he seems somewhat cocky; walking out shirtless and all. But he seems like a real sweetheart, and he's funny as well.

"It was nice to meet you Finnick." I say.

"You too my darling, you too." He drawls out before moseying through the gardens path.

The next man to step out of the limo surprises me by walking right up to me and kissing me. No warning, no greeting, just a flat out kiss. My eyes widen once I feel his thick lips on mine and I shove him off of me, hearing 'Ohhhh's from the limo behind him. I give him a bewildered look and he surprises me yet again my erupting into laughter.

"Ohhhh man! You should have seen the look on your face!" He exclaims, doubled over in laughter now. "Sorry doll, I'm really harmless and a lot of fun, I just thought I would put myself out there. It's going to be hard to forget me now." He wipes away a tear as he sighs, his laughter slowly dispersing. "I'm Chaff, by the way, and I'm 30. Was I even supposed to say that? Eh whatever, see you later alligator!" He yells as he walks away, swinging his arms with his steps.

Well that was interesting.

I blink a few times trying to figure out what just happened, I look back at the limo and pray to god none of the other guys got any ideas from Chaff.

As the next person steps out of the limo I take in a breath, he is absolutely stunning.

He is tall and lean with short brown hair that looks soft as silk, and he is extremely handsome. I won't describe him the same way I described Finnick, Finnick is hot and, well, sexy. But this man is simply charming and handsome. He isn't buff like Finnick, he's more of a slim type of muscular. The color of his eyes is what shocks me the most; his eyes are gray like mine. I haven't seen anyone else with gray eyes in all my lifetime, only my father and I.

His face is very serious yet gentle at the same time. He looks apprehensive, but when I smile at him he immediately smiles back and I see that he has some of the whitest teeth I've ever laid my eyes on. It may be his dark brown hair and tanned complexion that makes them stand out more, but they look almost bleached.

He actually reminds me of a few boys I've seen back at home. The woodsy ones, the boys who used to come to school wearing plaid shirts tucked into their jeans with their jeans tucked into their muddy boots. This guy just had that look to him.

"Hey, I'm Gale. I'm twenty seven, almost twenty eight, and I'm a lawyer." He states bluntly with a shrug and a half smile on his face. "And, uh, I just wanna tell you that you are gorgeous." He says awkwardly while scratching the back of his neck. "That dress looks really nice on you."

I smile and then give him a hug which he happily returns.

"It's nice to meet you, Gale." I say.

He laughs nervously, "You know when I found out what your name was, Catnip was the first thing that came to mind. That's what I had thought your name was..."

I raise a brow and chuckle softly, "I haven't heard that one before." It's sarcasm, but not a rude sarcasm; I say it in a joking manner.

He cracks a smile, "You know, I think that would make a superb nickname."

He doesn't let me give my opinion on it because he gives me another hug before walking off. I grin to myself, he's a keeper.

Then that limo drives away and the next pulls up right behind it. The next guy who walks out seems to be the cocky type, much like Finnick as opposed to Gloss. I say this because he is also shirtless, showing off his toned chest and defined six pack. He's more than attractive. To describe him I would use the adjectives of very, very hot, yet just all around handsome and charming.

He struts towards me and his lips curl into a smirk as he looks me up and down. He cat calls and I raise a brow at him. Once his eyes meet mine he suddenly goes into a sort of daze and his smirk slowly fades away, a small and soft smile soon replacing it. Then he shakes his head and the smirk comes back, wiping the existence of the actual smile.

I notice that he has blue eyes, not a sky blue but more of an icy blue; a dangerous and mysterious sort of color, vibrant as they shine out against the dark night sky. I decide to look him up and down as he had done to me.

He has short blonde hair that is somewhat spiked in the front, making his electrifying blue eyes stand out even more. He is tall, easily passing me by five or six inches, and he's buff. Built much like Gloss, only not as... body builder-ish. He looks down at his body when he see's my staring and his smirk grows slightly.

"Hey gorgeous, the names Cato." He states.

"Well, I assume you already know I'm Katniss." I saw somewhat awkwardly.

"Yeah, it's like the uh flower. Right?" He asks.

I nod with a small, impressed laugh, "Not many people have heard of the Katniss flower." (I know it's not a real flower, but for the story it is.)

He shrugs, "I'm not like most people." He winks, a cocky smirk slipping back onto his face. "Anyways I guess I have to name one of my many qualities. I would name them all but we don't have enough time, I'm afraid. I own a repair shop in North Carolina and I sometimes work at the gym, and I volunteer at my pa's farm every once in a while to give horse riding lessons. Oh yeah, and I'm twenty seven." He sums up.

I nod, somewhat impressed, "I almost forgot to tell you, you look stunning in this dress, you took my breath away. And that smile... absolutely beautiful." He breathes out, and I look down to hide my apparent blush. Then he shivers a little and that's when I realize there was something in his hand; a shirt. He quickly puts it on, covering up his muscled chest and perfect abs. "Sorry, but it's not as warm as I thought it was going to be tonight."

"Yeah, it's a little chilly." I agree.

He steps closer, "I could easily fix that."

I blush slightly as Cato walks closer to me and hugs me, he smells of a mixture of mint and cologne. Immediately his scent overcomes all my senses and everything in the air smells minty fresh with a hint of 'old spice'. I must admit, the hug does warm up. He keeps his hands at a respectable distance from being too low, and my head rests on his chest for a few seconds before he pulls back.

He pulls away to soon for my liking, and gives me a smile. I must say I like his smile much more than his smirk. It's a little crooked but it's definitely more attractive than his previous choice of a cocky smirk. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my cheek and my eyes widen slightly at the somewhat bold move. His lips are soft and warm, only slightly chapped.

"I would love to stay here all night and chat, but I guess I've got to go so you can meet the others. I will see you soon Flower." He says, winking at me.

"Flower?" I ask as he turns to walk off.

He stops and looks at me over his shoulder, "Your name is a flower." He grins, then continues to walk until he's out of sight.

I snort yet I feel a smile on my lips, he seems like a good enough guy. He'll have to stick around a while longer.

The next man to step out looks older than the others, probably around the age of 31 or so. He has black hair that is beginning to gray in more areas than one, and it's in a buzz cut, and he has dark brown eyes. He's quick to walk up to me and give me a hug, his arms completely engulfing me.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Boggs, 31 years old." He says in a deep authoritative, and gruff voice.

"It's nice to meet you too Boggs. I like that name, I've never heard it before."

"Thank you, it was my grandfathers name. I thought I might add in this little description of myself that I used to be in the military. Commander actually." He stated proudly yet humbly, nothing like Cato, Finnick, or Gloss.

"Really? That's great!" I say giving him another hug.

"Thanks, well I'll see you in there. Alright sweetie?" He asks kissing my cheek.

I feel myself blush and he grins. "Red looks good on you," he adds before marching off.

Well he is a flatterer.

The next guy steps out and from first glance I can see he's a shy person. When he looks at me his eyes widen and he starts to walk nervously towards me. Then he pauses half way and takes a deep breath before continuing his walk towards me.

"What was the little pause back there?" I ask with a grin as I hug him

He can't even get his words out, he just stares at me in awe.

"S... sorry, you're just so beautiful." He stammers slowly.

I feel a smile come on my face. "Why thank you, that's very sweet."

His smile only grows.

"So... what was your name again?" I ask, trying my best to to embarrass him for the fact that he forgot to inform me who he was.

"Shoot! My name! It's-" He pauses and his eyes widen in embarrassment. "Shit," he mutters under his breath. "I have a name, and it's a good name too. And- I can't believe I just forgot what my name is." He groans, his face heating up as he face palms. "Oh yeah! Thresh. My name is Thresh." He nods, as if confirming with himself. "Sorry, I must look like a complete idiot. You're just so beautiful that you made me forget..." He says sheepishly in a thick southern accent.

I laugh softly and wave it off, giving him another hug. "You're too sweet."

He smiles like fool, "I guess I will see you inside." He says before walking away.

"I guess I will see you inside." He said and then walked away.

"Yeah, I'll see you then." I call after him.

I wait as the next man exits the limo and walks up to me. He is very handsome, resembling Gale in a way. He's tall, the tallest guy I have seen yet, he's skinny and lean much like Gale. Though the other brown haired male is a tad bit bulkier than this guy. He has brown hair and vibrant green eyes that glimmer with laughter and loyalty, he even has slight laughter lines. Though he looks to be about my age or maybe a year older.

He's attractive, no doubt about that, and he seems to be a nice guy. A funny one at that with his laughter lines and all. As soon as our eyes meet a wide, goofy, smile bursts across his face.

"Well hello there little Miss Katniss Everdeen. Might I say you look spectacular this jolly 'ol evening." He says, doing a terrible impression of a British accent.

The laughter bubbles out of me naturally as I reply. "Thank you."

"Of course, so how are you?" He asks, his voice back to an American accent, and he gives me a warm hug. He smells of cologne and bubblegum, an odd mix but delighting all the same.

"I'm doing very well, thank you."

"I'm Marvel by the way," he says.

"Marvel, that's a nice name." I compliment, "It's like the comics, right?"

He chuckles and nods, "That seems to be the first thing anyone says when they find out my name."

"I like it, it's unique." I state.

"Thanks," he gushes. "Okay, I have this handshake I want to show you, don't judge it's really cool."

I raise a brow in amusement. "Okay, show me."

"Okay, first you give me an up high, now a down low." We do that, "Good, good. Now we go this way and that way. So now I bring you close." He pulls me to him so that I'm against his chest. "And now I do this," then he leans down and kisses my cheek causing me to blush slightly. "Don't you forget that, I'm going to do it again once you come inside." he says with a wink.

I giggle, "Don't worry, I won't. That one is going to be hard to forget."

"I have many more where that came from." He says. "See you inside."

I sigh with a few more chortles of laughter escaping me before I look back at the limo. And out steps a freaking body builder. He's obviously big, with muscles larger than boulders, he's not the tallest but tall nonetheless. He's bald with naturally narrowed dark eyebrows that make him seem like he is glaring at me.

He walks towards me and smiles, though it looks more like a grimace. I force an awkward smile back.

"Brutus, 30, and I own a law firm and I'm a body builder." He states, his voice even deeper than Boggs.

"Hi Brutus." I greet, he doesn't hug me or anything. Simply nods and me and then walks away.

Well okay then.

I turn back to the limo, and I hear one of the camera crew say what I was thinking.

"What the hell?" They say, and I crack a smile. Then another steps out of the limo and grins almost devilishly at me. He stalks right up to me with a posture I didn't know was possible, he's inhumanly straight.

"I'm the other army commander, Thread. Although I'm 31." he greets, outstretching his hand for me to shake. His voice has a certain grittiness to it that makes him sound like he needs to clear his throat, it leads me to believe he was either a smoker before, or he did a lot of yelling in the army. I take his and smile at him. I salute him to be funny, but instead of laughing he raises a brow.

"If you aren't in the army you shouldn't be saluting anyone." He states.

"Oh..." I say, shocked that he didn't take my small bit of humor.

"I'll see you inside," he says before turning sharply and walking off.

More and more guys flow out of the limos and I meet them all, then another who comes out really catches my eye.

He is cute. He has dirty blonde hair that is slightly curled and it falls onto his forehead in waves. His jawline is sharper than a knife, much like Cato's and Finnicks. He even has blue eyes like Cato, but this guys' eyes are... softer in a way. He's muscular, not like Finnick or Cato, they both are much buffer than he, but he does have some muscle to him.

He smiles at me and his blue eyes shine, he then reaches back into the limo to get something. He pulls it out and I see that it's a cake with the Katniss flower decorated all over it. I stared at the cake in disbelief as he walks up to me. He looks me up and down, not like Gloss had done, but in a softer and much more respectful way. I can already tell he's a sweetheart, someone who I will soon be able to trust.

His eyes show kindness, they are soft and lovable and remind me of an innocent and adorable puppy.

"Hi, I'm Peeta." He says shyly.

"It's nice to meet you Peeta, did you make this?" I ask, averting my gaze from his handsome features to the cake in awe.

"Oh yeah!" He says looking at the cake in his hands. "My dad and I own a bakery in Chicago. I'm the head baker and I thought you might like a cake. It's vanilla, I hope you don't mind." He says quickly in the end, nervousness written all over his face.

"I don't mind at all, vanilla is actually my favorite." I say looking at the magnificent cake.

"Oh yeah, I'm twenty six. Same age as you... right?"

I nod and give him a smile, he smiles back and I may have swooned. He smiles at me for a little longer, seemingly in a daze, then shakes his head.

"I almost forgot, I'm the last guy so I will be escorting you inside," he says, holding out his arm for me.

I take it and we begin our walk inside where the rest of the guys are waiting.


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