Marvel's P.O.V.
She's the kind of girl you expect to be bad at long-term relationships, she's the kind, with her bright, glimmering, pretty, sea green, eyes and her fair, curly, golden, hair, that you'd expect to be a slut. Only she's not. I don't really know her I sorta stalk her. It's Glimmer. Glimmer. My one true love. Glimmer. We were twelve when I fell head over heels for her.
I saw her with one of her guy friends, when I realized, she hugged him and I suddenly wanted to sock him and kiss her. That day I followed her home slowly and carefully to make sure I wasn't caught. Gradually my knowledge of her grew. In fact I knew everything about her.
I knew she loved vanilla ice cream, I knew she loved sweets, I knew she was gravely underestimated, I knew she never once had a boyfriend, I knew she even liked someone. Who? That I don't know...
I never glanced at other girls. I didn't have friends. My grades were average. I'm an orphan. I'm bullied. I would have killed myself if it wasn't for her. My love. My unknown love killed me enough. Slowly I started to say hi to her. Occasionally having small talk and then I started observing her more as we got older; the way she walked, the way she wrote everything as though she experienced it first-hand, the way she dressed as if something big was always about to happen, the way she would give everyone a kind smile even if they hated her or vice-versa.
Reaping days were torturous she always looked so frightened I just wanted to hug her and tell her She won't be reaped. Of course I'm no Apollo so I don't actually know. I was always comforted by the song My love by Sia. It gave me a feeling of hope that I only got when I talked to her, normally.
'She's so pretty.' I thought while I turned a corner of a street. 'Unlike me with my dirty blond hair and cerulean blue eyes.' I wasn't paying attention and I bumped into her. We fell and our stuff went everywhere. Everywhere. I got up helped her and bent down to retrieve it all. "I'm sorry." I muttered. "No I should be the one saying I'm sorry." She said. I gave her, her stuff and saw her blushing. I decided to ignore it and continue on my business when she kissed me. Alas she was gone before my brain registered it though.
'Damn reaping is tomorrow.' I thought. I turned 17 awhile ago. So did she. This is my second to last reaping. "Glimmer Pearl!" Our escorts shrill voice yelled. Horror flickered on her face while she made her way to the stage. "Marvel Raven!" A little relived and a little horrified I made my way to the stage. We were pushed into the justice building and Glimmer blushed madly when they shut the door. I sat down next to her and I thought about yesterday.
I turned to her debated it and kissed her back. She looked surprised but she kissed back. She kissed back! Maybe all those years of never giving up have decided to pay off. Either way I don't care I'm as happy as can be.