A/N: Hey guys! To those who still are reading this I have four things to say.

I'm sorry this has gotten so weird. I am trying to rein it back in here. I'm sorry.

I have updated/changed the tribute list. I have made some subtle, and some not so subtle references to the original games.

I need help deciding who should make it to the final three. Sofia or Toby? I'm not guaranteeing one of them the winner, even though there is like a 99.99999999999999999999999% chance that it will be one of them, so PM me for your vote. Thank you for continuing to read this.

Also, I want 20 reviews. You're not getting the next chapter until that happens. So, tell all your amigos to read and review. Have a good day.

POV Sofia

I am swinging, giddy with happiness. Lalalalalala TOBY lalalala KISSED lalalalala ME AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH Tinkera is dead, and Toby loves me. I don't see how life could be worse.

POV Toby

I'm going to have to tell her. Right now. I slowly edge my way to her room, where I hear her humming a light playful tune. My feet make no noise on the padded carpet. I slowly push open the door. "Uh-Sofia?" She starts at the noise, and puts her hand to her chest in relief when she sees that it is only me. "Toby! Baby! Come in." Did she just call me her babe? Not ok.

POV Sofia

My chest is warm. Toby is here! Yippee! He sits on the edge of my huge squishy bed. He looks defeated and worn down. There are bags under his eyes, and his hair is greasy and flat. His eyes look dull, and have lost their normal sparkle. "Toby. Is everything okay?" I feel tightness making its way up my body. "Toby?" He turns and looks at me, the light catching in his eyes. It makes it look like he is about to cry.

"Sofia. I-" He breaks off.

"I put my hand on his, but he pulls it away. This hurts, but I don't say anything.

"Sofia. I cannot be with you."

Wait. What? I feel the pressure start to rise again, creating a waterfall that starts cascading down my face. "Why?" I know I'm whining, but I can't help it. "Is it because I'm fat?"

Toby looks at me. His eyes show instant concern. "Oh Sofia, no! I just, maybe in another time yes. Maybe if circumstances aren't what they are, yes. But Sofia-" He breaks off as I start bawling again. "Sofia, I'm gay."

The tears stop in shock. "You're gay?" But then why did he kiss me? Why did he say that he loved me? Did he actually ever even say that? "But... But you kissed me!"

He hangs his head in shame. "I just needed to confirm."

"No." I push away from him. "No." And then the tears start coming, hot and salty, leaving shining lines on my face. I keep shaking my head. "Toby.. Please.."

POV Toby

I turn to go. "Wait, Toby." I turn. She beckons to me. I cautiously walk over. "Sofia, I'm sorry." And I lean into her, closing my eyes. Waiting for the final kiss.

POV Sofia

When Toby closes his eyes to kiss me, I lean in. One final remembrance of who I thought he was. It's short and sweet and full of apology. I grab the back of his head and bring him closer. I want more. And then he releases me. "Sofia. I'm so sorry." Then be turns and walks away from me. A cry starts to building my throat. I fall back on my pillows, and hair falls over my eyes, obscuring my vision. "I forgive you." I whisper. He turns in the doorway. "What?"

"I forgive you."

"Thank you." He smiles.

"Toby?"

"Yes?"

"Will you stay here with me?"

He pauses. Unsure. "Yes."

POV Toby

I walk back over to her bed, and pull aside the covers. I pause. Then I climb in and lie down next to her. She snuggles up and I tense. But I hear her breathing start to slow and I know she is asleep. Hours pass and I'm awake in the lamp lit room. I glance at the clock. 2:32 am. I turn and kiss her in the cheek. "Goodbye Sofia." Then I gently pull away, stand up, click off the light, and walk out, making sure to close the door behind me. Before its fully closed, I remember something. I tiptoe over to the table, and grab a piece of paper and a pen. I write her a note, and place it on her desk. Hopefully she'll see it, and she'll understand.

POV Sofia

When I wake up; Toby is gone. I moan, from sleep and longing. Then I sit up, as someone opens the door. It's Cinna. Right. Today is interviews. I stretch, and my eyes catch a piece of paper in my desk. I'll read it later. Cinnas holding a bag that looks like it contains a dress, and I'm far more excited about that then a piece of paper.