Disclaimer; Heyyyy! Anyway, figured I'd continue this. I do enjoy multi-chapter stories, plus my mind tends to wander. Anyway, here's to those people who wanted to read more.

I walked home, careful not to call attention to myself. Of course, I lived in Gale's house with his mother's and other siblings. I just wanted to get out before anyone noticed I had left. I was wishing no one would try to stop me with tears, I'd have to stay then. I couldn't take that, tears were one of my weaknesses. When I finally got to home, I rushed quietly to my room. Packing up all of my things, I realized I should probably give them some insight to where I was headed and all. So I grabbed a piece of old cloth and a piece of coal from the fireplace. I wrote my letter in my rough scrawl. It read;

Dear all of you,

I wanted to just inform you, I am leaving. I'm heading off with Cato. Don't worry, I'll be just fine. I didn't want to see the tears and have you make me stay. So, here's my apology, my thanks, and my goodbye. I'm a burden, and I care too much for all of you to have any of you die for my survival. I bid you a farewell.

Sincerely,

Prim

I took a deep breath, grabbing up my bag. I held the cloth close to me, I felt tears threaten to escape my eyes. You will not cry Prim! You'll never be able to leave if you do! So I ran out to the kitchen, slamming down my note and ran out the door. I wasn't exactly sure where Cato would be, but I figured I would just run into him in the Square. I headed to the Square, and waited for a while.

I looked around, trying to find him. Where could he be? That's when I saw him. He was just sitting on the steps to the stage, deep in thought. His hand was shifting through his blonde hair, making it look very tussled. His eyes were focused on the ground, but had a faraway look to them. When I got closer, he looked up to see me.

"Primrose, what do you do here all day?" He looked into my eyes, blue on blue.

"Work," I replied coldly, "Why? What do you do?"

"I'm usually training." He looked at me as if that should be obvious.

"I have a question for you, did you decide how I could come with you?" I pleaded. I almost got on my knees and out right begged.

"I did, but you have to promise me on this one, I'm not so sure how much you're going to like like this plan." He smirked.

"Let me take a guess, a few. One, you're going to make us do something in public together. Two, you're just going to drag me on the train. Three, you stuff me into a bag and then drag me onto train." I looked at his eyes widen a little.

"Yes to the first one." He laughed, it was haughty. It sounded really soothing to me, probably because it sounded a tad like my father's.

"Does that have to do with us being some kind of couple? Also, if you're going to make me look like I'm from District Two, you're going to have to try really hard." I guessed.

"Yes to the first, and I don't think I'd have to try too hard." He whispered the last part. It was barely audible, but it shocked me when I got what he said. I unconsciously blushed, I was not that pretty. Not in my eyes. Though, everyone was always complimenting me on my looks. I just could not see it.

"I don't see it." I muttered.

"Don't see what?" He looked at me perplexed.

"I don't see the looks everyone else sees." I frowned.

"You're just too critical of yourself, if you see it like we must all, then you'd see it for sure." He grinned sheepishly.

"I will never see that, though they could try." I mumbled.

"Alright, let's go get you dolled up." He jumped off the steps, grabbing my hand, mine was so small compared to his. That has to be with the fact he's about three years older than me, and a whole foot taller. I was fairly scared, this was the rich part of town, but nonetheless, he never let go of my hand. It was amusing to see all of the rich people look up to see the Victor with the likes of me, while I blushed and kept my head down, Cato still wouldn't let go of my hand. I knew he was a killer, but I felt so relaxed that he was there for me when I was embarrassed. He took me to where he was staying, and headed inside. It was nice, and very expensive looking. I couldn't contain my gasp, I saw Cato turn slightly smirking at me.

"Primrose," He snapped me out of my staring, "Just sit right here, I'm going to go get the prep team."

"Wait, Cato?" I looked up at him.

"Yeah?"

"What's a 'prep team'?"

"People who do make-up and make you pretty." He coughed something into his hand, something on the lines of, 'Prettier'.

"Oh, okay." I sat down on one of the plush couches, waiting. The couch sagged slightly at my weight, but soon I felt like it had been drowned in it, I sank down laughing. In that moment, Cato came back with a bunch of people. There were three women, all about forty. Each had a different shade of purple as their hair color. One wore light purple with a ton of purple make-up. Her skin was a bright blue. Her dress was blue with splashes of purple. The next was just the opposite, and the last was with neon purple hair and glowing green skin. She wore pink with orange. They must be twins.

"Primrose, these are Purple, Blue, and Green." He pointed to each, Purple to the purple skinned, Blue to the blue skinned, and Green to the green skinned.

How creative, not. I thought, What did their parents do to them!?

"Alright, Primrose, let's get you ready." Green smiled, taking my hand and leading me into a room.

I was scared, yet excited to see what was in-store for me. This was so luxurious, how did Cato live like this?