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It was two months after my parents died. I was walking around one day with Finn when I saw him. Blond hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. He looked nothing like any one here in this District and I went to investigate who he was. He seemed like he was lost and looked at me warily while I approached him.

"Hey! You don't look like you're from here. Who are you?"

He looked at me like I was mad and at the time I probably was.

"Uh…I'm Peeta Mellark, from district twelve." He answered in a shy voice.

"That's really far from here. How did 'cha get here?"

"Well…"

He went on to tell me that while him and his brothers went to go pick up supplies from the train station curiosity got the best of him and he snuck on board taking him here.

"-and now I don't know how to get back!" he sounded upset.

"JADE!" A sound like Finnick's looking for me.

"Oh, hey Finn will know what to do! Come on that's him yelling right now!"

"JA-"

"Hey Finn over here!"

"Dude, don't do that again you scared- who are you?" he stopped scolding me to ask Peeta a question.

I explained to him about Peeta and if he knew how to solve this.

"Okay... Let's take Peeta back to our house and I'll call his District mentor to pick him up."

We got there and Peeta looked stunned. I knew he would react like this. Even their victor village isn't as nice as ours. Me and Finn re-painted some stuff to give it more "character" he said. I think it was just 'cause he hates anything Capitol. The house was made of giant, white stones with a red door and blue shutters and a dark green fence out front. It holds a kitchen, a den, a dinning room, seven bedrooms with bathrooms, two offices, and a training room that Finn got for me.

Finn went to his office and I took Peeta to the den to talk.

He told me about how he use to love to paint and how he thinks his brothers are amazing. His eyes sparkle when he talks about his dad and they space out when he says he would rather not talk about his mom.

Finnick came in right as we were laughing and he smiled.

"Great news! So Haymitch will come to pick up Peeta in a week! Don't worry about your family Pete; he said that he'll let them know where you are!" Finn yipped

I grinned: excited that we get another friend.

"Come on Pete, me and the Jade-stir will show you around!"

We sowed him around. He saw the elegant bedrooms, he saw the beach in the back, and he saw the Training room. His eyes lit up when he saw the kitchen. Mahogany cabinets, granite counter tops, with an island and many appliances: he looked like a kid in a candy shop.

"Wanna learn how to bake?" he suggested with a devious grin.

I was skeptical but nodded.

"As long as I get to eat it I'm okay with it." Finn beamed then sat down to watch.

It ended up with Peeta baking while Finnick and I watched. Peeta also jot down some recipes and such incase I wanted to actually do it.

"You have potential," he said "you just have to have patience."

Later that night I was listening to music and relaxing when there was a knock on the door, I opened it to find a curious looking Peeta and an Amused looking Finnick. Finn sat down on my bed and took my tablet changing it to one of his favorite bands, All Time Low, while Peeta looked like he didn't know what he was hearing.

"What is this?" he questioned, not knowing how to respond to the music.

"It's called 'punk' music," I explained "its really old but the Capitol people are bringing it 'back'."

Finn and I sat there explaining and showing Peeta all different kinds of music, hoping he might find a genera he likes.

It was a great week and every week after he would go to Haymitch's house and call me and we would talked for hours. But, those days can never happen again.

"Jade, can I come in please?" Finnick pleaded through the door.

Sighing I got up and swung the door open to be meet by a tight bear hug.

"Finn, I can't breathe."

He let go of me then, walked over to a tablet to play some music. He chose a Coldplay song and pulled me towards him to dance. He would always do this when I was sad, ever since we were little, and I would always make me feel a bit better.

When you try your best but you don't succeed

When you get what you want but not what you need

When you feel so tired but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

"I don't want to kill him." I half whispered half sobbed in his ear.

"I know." He pulled me closer as a last hug be fore letting me go telling me I should get some sleep.