Author's Note: Here's the 4th chapter. Hope you like this one. I don't own Suzanne Collins' characters. Read and review!

"I feel like they're trying to make me feel uncomfortable," Ridge mumbled under his breath. He and Johanna were eating their gray, mushy dinner in the mess hall. He'd finally gotten out after his vitals had raised. The wounds on his arm and neck weren't his only problems when he had arrived in 13. He was extremely dehydrated and almost caught pneumonia from the freezing winter chill. Due to lack of extra space, Ridge used the spare bed in Johanna's room. The old neighbors were once again neighbors.

"And you'll never get used to it," she smirked. The color in his face had returned, and his forest colored eyes weren't hazed anymore.

He began to scratch in between his shoulder blades. "These are the itchiest clothes I've ever worn." He looked at the ugly uniform that had replaced his rugged mountain man attire.

"Says the guy who grew up in soft flannel shirts and faded jeans. And don't scratch there." Johanna motioned toward the back of his neck where he was bandaged. "You don't want that to bleed again."

"And what's with this so called food?" He picked up the tray and gently laid it back on table. "I ate better stuff when I was starving." They finished their food and began their walk back to the shared room without another word.

The two reached their quarters, and Ridge jumped on his bed as soon as Johanna opened the door. "Oh, how I've missed having my own bed," he said into the uncomfortable pillow. "No matter how stiff this mattress is." He sat up when he noticed the scent of pine needles. He pointed at them. "Where'd those come from?"

"Katniss got them for me one day when she went hunting."

"She sounds nice."

Johanna smiled, reminiscing on her friend. They began to get ready for bed. Even though he'd been there for two days and had slept as often as he could, Ridge was still exhausted by 8:30. Johanna didn't blame him. Hiking cross country would do that to a person. She pretended that she was tired so he wouldn't feel bad. They both laid on their beds. Just as Ridge was drifting off into slumber, Johanna spoke up. "Are you going to go back to 7? After the war's over, I mean."

A minute passed. Johanna figured Ridge had fallen asleep. She turned and faced the wall. "Yes." Johanna turned back around flicked the lamp on. "I'm going to go back to 7 after the war's done. Aren't you?"

"Yeah probably." She paused and looked into his deep green eyes. "What do you miss the most?"

He took a moment to contemplate. Ridge groggily rolled over on to his side. "The trees. The way they smell. They way they feel. I remember when Blight and I would go out early, like before dawn, and go chop down trees until noon. We'd have a fire going for days." He looked up and saw her chesnut eyes staring into his. "What about you? What do you miss?"

She thought and a smile appeared on her face. "I actually don't know. I guess I miss all of it." Johanna laughed quietly. "So what are you going to do when you move back?"

"Me? Let's see." He turned on to his back and stared at the ceiling. "I guess it all depends on how bad the bombings were." Ridge breathed in and out heavily. "If they weren't that bad, I'll either try to get a house in the Victor's Village or a higher end one in my hometown. If there's enough people, I might open up my father's shop. I've gotten pretty good at being a carpenter now." He paused for a moment before he added, "Maybe I'll settle down with a girl there, if I'm lucky enough to find someone. Maybe have a few kids along the way, since the Games will most likely be over. And if the bombings were bad, I guess I'll build myself a log cabin or something. Be a real mountain man. If there's any survivors there, maybe I'll fall for one of them, I guess." A few minutes had passed before he noticed that Johanna had gone quiet. "Johanna? You still up?"

"Yeah, I'm still here. I guess I've just never thought about that kinda stuff before."

"What? Housing?" Ridge began to chuckle.

"No." Johanna's tone becomes serious. "A family." She remembered all of the pain and suffering she went through when Snow killed her boyfriend and each of her four family members one at a time. "Everyone I've ever loved was killed by Snow. Plus I never wanted to have children because I was afraid they'd be reaped one year."

"I haven't been killed yet," Ridge said.

"Yeah but I love you like a brother. Anyway, I guess I've never really wanted a domestic life. But your's sounds pretty nice."

Ridge faced her once again. "Thank you Johanna, but I'm exhausted. Can we cut this conversation short and call it a night?" Johanna shook her head and turned off the light. "Goodnight, Johanna."

"Goodnight, Ridge." With that, Ridge turned, faced his wall, and thought of the girl from 7 that he had fallen in love with. He'd had a crush on her when he first saw her. He loved her laugh, her tenacious attitude. She was the girl he wanted to be at the alter with. The girl he wanted to see holding his child. He'd fallen for her four years earlier and had never told her. He still hadn't told her. And now she was sharing a bedroom with him. Ridge was in love with Johanna Mason, and she didn't have a clue.