A woman in charge of decorating and organizing watched the room, smiling as she saw everybody having a great time. But then something shiny caught her attention from the corner of her purple eyes. Her head snapped to the side and she gasped as she watched the boy from District 1, Marvel, hug the girl from District 2, Clove, and slide a sharp knife around her waist.

She immediately pushed through the crowd of talking people and snatched the knife away from Marvel. "What is wrong with you! Are you trying to kill her?" Her voice cracked as she yelled at him, her eyes bulging out of her orange skin. Marvel turned around surprised, "Oh no! No, I was," he stuttered, trying to pick out the rights words, "I was trying, to see if she was attracted… to kind of the kinky, knife role-playing, violence, sex games thing?"

You thought her eyes couldn't bulge out anymore but they did. Her face twisted in disgust. "You are sick!" She squealed backing away from him, running away throw the crowd, dropping the knife and letting it clatter to the floor. Clove looked up at him and started lightly laughing. Marvel met her eyes, his face full of humor, "I don't think she likes knives in the bedroom," she rolled her eyes "You think?" Marvel smiled at her sassiness and leaned in, grabbing her hips and pulling him to her, "Maybe we should take this upstairs so we don't get interrupted again?"

He grabs her hand and starts leading her through the people to the elevator. He pulls her in before he could notice a Peacekeeper standing guard in there.

The elevator lifted smoothly and then stopped at floor. When the doors opened and Clove and Marvel tried to step out the Peacekeeper grabbed Clove and yanked her back in. "Orange woman told me not to let you to get on the same floor," he said in an emotionless voice. Clove yanked her arm free, "I can get on whatever floor I want!" "Any of them but this one," He said as he pressed a button for the doors to immediately close. She didn't even get to say goodbye to him.

The elevator rose to floor 2 and the Peacekeeper faked a smile, "Have a wonder day and may the odds be ever in your-," "Shut up," She snapped at him as she stormed off the elevator and onto her floor.

She walked through the living room, seeing her mentor Brutus laying on the couch reading a book on how to kill and Enobaria on the ground like a kid watching a recap of the most violent Hunger Games. They saw her come off the elevator and asked, "How was the party?" There only response was her throwing her heels at a lamp, making it break off into huge pieces and causing a huge mess on the floor. Then she slammed her door and locked herself in there, her screams of frustrations filling the air.

Brutus looked up from the book to look at Enorbaria. "Do you think she's mad?" Enobaria didn't take her eyes off the screen, she just shrugged, "She seemed fine to me,"

Marvel paced back and forth on his floors level until he couldn't take it. He marched back over and pressed the up button on the elevator. The doors dinged open and there inside was the Peacekeeper shaking his head. "Absolutely not," He said in a strict voice before the doors shut.

An hour passed but in Marvels head it felt like eternity. He chewed at his nails as he now paced in his dark room. Again he snapped and ran for the elevator, hopping the Peacekeeper was gone. The doors popped open and there the Peacekeeper was, already pointing for him to go back. Marvel glared at him, "You know what? One day your going to meet a hot Peacekeeper you want to get with but I'll be right there guarding her saying 'nope'. Just watch me. Watch!" He yelled at the Peacekeeper as the doors started to shut. He leaned in so he could still scream at the guy but it was useless. He huffed. Marvel was not giving up.

Clove walked out of her bathroom into her darkly lit room wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping wet from her long shower. Her bare feet touched the cold tiles as she walked up to the mirror over the sink, her fingers searching for the comb in the messy drawers. Her fingers stumbled over the comb and she pulled it out setting it on the counter. She then grabbed the towel to dry her hair and looked up at the mirror. From the bed she saw a sharp object being flung towards her and at the immediately ducked.

Bing.

A spear merely missed her head by a couple inches. She gasped and turned around to see a figure approaching her. Before she had time to grab a weapon, the figure grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, effortlessly picking her up and pushing her onto the counter, pressing himself closer to her. She leaned back and grabbed the comb, gripping it tightly and swung at the attacker. But she stopped an inch from his face when she heard the familiar laugh. He turned the lights on brighter and laughed more. "You were so scared! The great Clove scared," He teased and she smacked him upside the head. "No I wasn't. Shut up Marvel before I reenact the Hunger Games right here," She growled. "Oh, we can reenact what we did last night," he smiled as he leaned in and captured his lips. Clove laughed as she pushed him away, "No! Try to kill me and then kiss me," she crossed her arms over her chest. He only smiled, 'Well keep your friends close and enemies closer and I want to get real close," He laughed as he scoped her off the counter bridal style and carried her to the bed, twirling around as she shrieked and asked him to put her down.

Marvel threw her down on the king sized bed and climbed in next to her. He smiled as he watched her laugh, moving the pieces of stray hair out of her face. She saw him looking at her and turned to face him, her green eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Are you still into weapons in the bedroom?" He teased. She nodded and pulled him closer to her, "Yes. But if you stab me its over,"

Marvel smiled "I'll keep that in mind. But right now I just want to kiss you,"

"Then do it you wimp. Careers don't ask," Clove challenged, trying to hide a smirk on her adorable face. Marvel raised his eyebrows in shock, catching her playful tone "Your right." He said nodding his head as he climbed on top of her. "I am a Career,"

And before Clove could say anything else Marvel leaned down and kissed her.

*Thanks so much everbody for reading! I hope you like it :D Hunger Games belongs to Suzanne Collins