Okay, so, I really want to get them in the Arena, so I'm updating now. This is the interview chapter!

You can say we're done

The way you always do

It's easier to lie to me than to yourself

Forget about your friends

You know their gunna say

We're bad for each other

But we ain't good for anyone else.

Come Over-Kenny Chesney

"Open your eyes." Megara whispers to me and I do. But it's not me who I see in the mirror. My hair usually isn't layered like that, not slightly wavy. But it is now. It looks as soft as black satin too. He's made my eyes stand out even more. The gray eye shadow that he put on has flecks of green in it, making my green eyes seem even brighter, fiercer. My lips are only slightly darker than usual, but overall, I don't look weak. I look strong, I look like a Victor.

He's used light make up on my face, this time; he hasn't covered up the scar that runs down my face. I look down at my arm, somehow, Megara has made Cato's name stand out even bolder. My nails are painted a soft gray as well; my skin is its natural color. Tan, sun kissed from running outside back at Academy every single day. I give my stylist a slight grin of appreciation as I stand up. "Now your dress." He nods to Pepter, who scampers off and grabs the bag hanging by a hook on the other side of the room. "Close your eyes again." I do as I'm told, and soon, I'm being helped into, what feels to be, a short dress. The shoulders are weighed down by something, I notice that as they let it settle and someone zips up the back, which only goes to the middle of my back. "Now open."

The dress is beautiful. It's starch white, contrasting completely with my hair and other aspects. The front of the dress comes up to my neck, but there are strings and beads of gold. They fall over the open triangular slit over my chest, and also over my shoulders slightly. I turn around to see the back is almost completely open from the center of my back up. Only the band of the material hooks around my neck completely, like a collar. I see in front of me a pair of strapped gold stiletto heels. They're about three inches high and I narrow my eyes at them. But I step into them anyways, my prep team making sure I don't fall right away.

"You're gorgeous." Megara tells me as he smiles at me, our eyes meeting in the mirror. I give him a genuine smile.

"Thanks." I tell him softly and his face threatens to break into two with his grin.

"I've never had a tribute from Two thank me before." He chuckles slightly.

"We're not supposed to thank people, we're above everyone else." I explain to him, "But you deserved thanks." I add at the end, explaining why I had thanked him. Megara nods, and then there's a knock at the door before it opens slowly. I turn to see Cato leaning against the doorframe, his eyes running up and down my body. I study him as well. He looks stunning.

Cato has a white suit jacket on, his dress blouse underneath a striking black against his gold tie. The cuffs of the jacket are rolled back, also showing that the inside of the jacket is gold. The sides are compressed inwards, intensifying Cato's intimidating figure. His pants are black and he keeps the jacket untucked from his pants. His stylist ended his look with black leather shoes, and styling his hair the way he always has it. Cato looks like impossibly handsome.

I make my way over to him, instantly he leans down, pressing his lips to mine. "Stunning." He tells me when we break apart. I slap his chest softly and snicker.

"You clean up nice too." He raises his eyebrows at me, "I never would've thought you could."

"And I never thought I'd see you in a dress that short." He motions to my body, I look down, the dress isn't that short, it goes down to about five inches above my knees.

"Whatever."

We walk out together and Cato's hand finds mine. We find our way backstage where Enobaria is waiting for us. She gets right to the point, "You two will go on together second, after District One. Remember, you only have five minutes. Don't give away too much, answer the questions he asks, and try not to look pissed off. No fighting with each other either." She glares pointingly at me and I cock an eyebrow. "Make them remember you." She tells us before turning and striding away, most likely to find Brutus.

"Are you really that beautiful or did an angle fall from heaven?" Marvel whispers in my ear. Cato growls as I whirl around, Marvel dodges my fist as I advance on him.

"GOD I FUCKING HATE YOU! SHUT THE HELL UP BEFORE I FREAKING CASTRATE YOU!" I scream at him, Marvel's eyebrows shoot upwards, hiding in his hairline. " .FUNNY!" I yell, throwing my hands into the air.

"That wasn't a joke princess." Marvel smirks at me as a peacekeeper stands beside him so I can't do anything violent towards him. I take a deep breath through clenched teeth.

"I don't give a flipping shit on if it was a joke or not. Never talk to me like that again." Marvel shrugs.

"I'll get you to laugh before one of us dies," Caesar's voice sounds, welcoming everyone to this year's interviews, "Well, I best be going." Marvel waves as he passes me, scurrying faster as I go to try and punch his back, "Bye-ya!"

I turn around and see Cato has Marvel, his fist around the color of the shorter boy's shirt as he whispers harsh words to him. I see Marvel swallow and nod quickly. Cato nods before letting go and turning to me, offering me his hand, which I don't hesitate to take. I don't bother asking what the thing with Marvel was about, we both just turn and watch the screen that's backstage as Marvel and Glimmer walk out together.

"Glimmer! Marvel! What a pleasure to see you both!" Caesar greets them and I tune out for the rest of their interview. I jump a little when Cato leans into me.

"We're soon." He whispers.

"I know," I smirk at him as we watch our allies stand up and shake Caesar's hand. They file off the stage and Cato and I stand up straighter.

"And now, I know you've all been absolutely dying to hear their interview!" The crowd goes wild with cheers. "Cato Harrison and Cain Halve, the star-crossed lovers of District Two!" Caesar motions towards us with his arm outstretched and Cato and I smile and start walking out, our hands still intertwined. As we come in view of the camera the crowd gets even louder as Cato leans down by my ear.

"I didn't know we were star-crossed lovers." I just look up and laugh at him.

"Welcome!" Caesar greets us and offers his hand, I take it first, and the man who is in all blue this year kisses the back of my hand with a slight bow before shaking Cato's. We sit down in the two seats that are side by side. I find myself between Caesar and Cato.

It takes Caesar a few seconds to get the crowd to settle down and be quiet for us. "Cain may I say that when you came out, I was speechless, you look absolutely gorgeous." The crowd roars their approval and Cato squeezes my hand, bringing it to his lips.

"She's always gorgeous Caesar." Caesar sits back in his chair and motions between the two of us.

"Are you two? Dating?" he asks. I hold out my arm so he can see Cato's arm.

"You could say that." Cato speaks up for us.

"Well, I must say, I was quiet surprised when I had heard that you two were. You don't seem like you'd be together, your personalities seem like they'd contrast." I purse my lips as Caesar talks and nod slightly.

"Our friends said we were bad for each other."

"Then why are you together?"

"Because Caesar," Cato says looking me strait in the eyes, "We're not good for anyone else but each other." I can't think of anything to say, and neither can Caesar, because the Capital is so loud, I can barely hear myself think as I lean over and kiss Cato quickly. A few moments Caesar speaks up again.

"That's, so fantastic. But alas, we can't talk about that all night. We have some other things. Cain, you scored an eleven in training yesterday. May I ask how you did it?" I lean forward slightly and smirk.

"That's a secret." I tease and Caesar feigns hurt.

"Well then, maybe Cato will tell me how he managed his ten?"

"I've trained my whole life for this thing Caesar. District Two is gunna be your Victors this year." Cato looks out to the crowd and does a half smile, "I guarantee it."

The rest of our interview goes on, Cato playing the arrogant, strong, fighter role perfectly; as I follow mysterious and deadly. The buzzer goes off and Cato and I stand up, and Cato lifts our intertwined hands in the air as Caesar says our names again.

We walk off the stage and I manage not to trip. I'm heading towards the elevator when Cato pulls me aside, into an empty hallway. I open my mouth to ask him what he wants, but he kisses me shortly before taking my hand in his, digging into his pocket with the other hand. "I was going to ask during the interview, but I decided to make this just us. Cain, I love you. When we make it out of this, I want to know if." He pauses, getting down on one knee before me and taking out an engagement necklace, just like the ones other married couples wear back in District Two.

We don't use rings, because they would get in the way when working with the stone. The one he has is simple. Black granite, little segments, all make up the necklace, one, larger piece has 'CC' carved into it in silver.

"Marry me."

Ohhhh yeah! You don't know what she'll say, ugh oh, what's gunna happen!?

RueEvergreen: the other day, I was reading a fanfiction, and instead of Everdeen in my head, I said Evergreen…I was like ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh god, and now I'm crying because I read your song/rhyme/poem thingy and it was amazing…I should frame it..

Cait72: Thanks!