Song: My Dilemma by Selena Gomez. The first time I heard this song was when it was requested, and I fell in love with it as soon as the first verse was over. Enjoy!

He's My Dilemma

You make me so upset sometimes

I feel like I could lose my mind

The conversation goes no where

Cause you're never gonna take me there

"Sweetheart, tell me again why I need to make myself presentable," Haymitch yelled through the bathroom door. Effie rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Because," she groaned, raising her voice just a loud, "we are meeting the new Gamemakers. We are not going to make them hate 12 before the Games even start." She could hear the grumbles and huffing coming from the other side of the wall. She had carefully laid out a suit and tie for him to wear, along with instructions on how to shower and get ready according to Capitol standards. But the second Haymitch laid eyes on the dark grey suit, he had started to argue.

Constant bickering were the two words that described Effie and Haymitch's relationship. They could never seem to agree on one thing, and when they did, it was because Haymitch was drunk and Effie would proceed to argue with him about his drinking habits. Effie had no idea how she managed to work with Haymitch all these years, let alone live with him. She insistently reminded him to clean the house, throw away the liquor, and take a bath. No matter how much Haymitch said he hated Effie, at the end of it all he found himself doing what she said. That was the case with the Gamemakers' meeting. At this point, Effie wouldn't care if they were late; she would wait outside his bathroom door until he came out in a suit, all clean and fresh.

"I'm waiting," Effie muttered impatiently. She was trying to stay calm without completely freaking out on him. Although he couldn't see it, she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"Wait all you want," Haymitch gloated, "I know for a fact you won't stand for being late. I know the routine. In fifteen minutes, you're finally going to realize that you trying to persuade me is pointless. You'll give up, go to the meeting, and make up some excuse as to why I'm not there." She could almost hear the apathy in his voice.

But he was right. No matter how much she pleaded, there was no convincing the victor. "Fine," Effie caved. "I'm going to the meeting now." She gathered her things and was just about ready to leave when the bathroom door opened and Haymitch poked his head out.

"See you later," he winked.

And I know, what I know

And I know you're no good for me

Yeah I know, that I know

And I know it's not meant to be

They were both drunk. It was normal for Haymitch, but Effie had been appalled at her behavior. She had overacted a bit too much at District 12's first win in 24 years—with two tributes at that! She had just let herself go at the victory party and by the time she was in the elevator with Haymitch back to their floor, her makeup was smudged and her dress had no hope to be fixed. It was wrinkled and stained in wine in a hundred different places.

"Haymitch," she slurred, tripping over her five inch heels into his arms. "You…are..sooo handsome." She sounded like a six year old as she ran her hands all over his body. Haymitch held on to her, keeping her from collapsing on the ground.

"How many cocktails did you drink, sweetheart?" He asked, laughing as Effie started to play with the buttons on his shirt. She giggled for no apparent reason before answering.

"Seven," she counted on her fingers and smiled when she held up her hands. Haymitch smirked at her. The elevator reached their floor and he led Effie onto the couch in the living room. For once, he was the one coddling and babying her, and not the other way around. Haymitch wrapped a blanket around Effie's small frame after discarding off her shoes. As he turned to go upstairs, she called out for him.

"Haymitch!" She sounded giddy. "I have a secret to tell you." She waved her hand lazily, beckoning him to come closer. When he reached her side, she motioned for him to lean down. Before he could say anything, she reached up and yanked him on top of her. She planted a sloppy kiss on the corner of his mouth and Haymitch gave a small groan of pleasure.

"Stay," Effie demanded, pressing kisses all over his neck and shoulders.

"You really are drunk," Haymitch chided. However, he did the best he could to wrap the blanket around both of them. It was okay for the time being, but Haymitch prayed it would be a while before Effie started vomiting the alcohol.

Here's my dilemma

One half of me wants ya

And the other half wants to forget

It had been months since Effie was back in her old house in the Capitol and Haymitch was with Katniss and Peeta in 12. The first couple weeks were a blur; Effie sobbed for hours and rarely made contact with anyone. After things smoothed out a bit, she started going to small scale parties and clubs. There wasn't a time in her life that she drank more than she did now. She often caught herself opening a whiskey bottle and laughing at herself when she realized she was turning into Haymitch.

She wanted him back. She needed him back. Multiple times a day she would walk through her living room and past a portrait of her, Haymitch, Katniss, and Peeta. Of course, she had cut around the kids so she and Haymitch were side by side. She would always freeze in her tracks when she saw the smirk that made her fall for him in the first place. The blue eyes that matched hers exactly. The rough features that she constantly nagged him about.

Effie had an inner battle almost everyday whether or not she should hop on a train and head back to the districts. Or even pick up the phone and call for that matter. But she knew that Haymitch couldn't show his face in the Capitol without being treated like an outsider. And she knew that she couldn't go into the Districts for that same reason.

She wished she could forget everything. From the moment she applied to be an escort to the moment Katniss shot an arrow through President Coin's heart. She wished that she could forget ever meeting Katniss or Peeta. And she wished that she could forget the fact that she fell in love with the District 12 drunkard: Haymitch Abernathy.

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