Note: Thank you all for reading. Please let me know what you like, what you don't like, etc. I love hearing from you .Also, I want to let you know that I have so many chapters handwritten, I'm just so damn lazy that I never type them up. Well, and I change them a bit, naturally. Euphoria – Blackbird Blackbird

I wake up immediately when I hear my name being whispered. I open my eyes, and I'm greeted by the sight of Ivory. Her mint eyes stare into mine, and her messy hair flows over her shoulders. She's still naked, and so am I. She smiles at me, and hugs me.

"Good morning." She says.

"Sorry," I mumble, sitting up. "I guess I was just tired. Did I keep you waiting?"

"Not at all." She says, kissing me. "I brought you some clothes for today."

Oh, great. That's going to look wonderful. God, what other mistakes in fabric can this place give me?

Ivory gets off the bed and walks to her closet that lights up when she opens it. She pulls out a neatly folded stack of clothes, and hands it to me. I examine the clothes, and instantly decide that I don't like them. I put them on anyways, since I know it will be easier to blend in. I look down at my outfit, once it's on and think to myself how horrible it is. It's a tight pair of metallic silver pants, and a sheer blue long sleeve t-shirt. Oh, God.

When I look back at Ivory, she is already clothed. She's wearing a bright turquoise skirt with a gold belt. As for a top, she's only wearing a matching gold bra. Obviously this Capitol doesn't mind showing of their bodies. Not that I mind.

Ivory turns to see me. She examines me carefully. She clearly admires the "outfit" she chose for me. She smiles and tells me that I look perfect. Even though I feel so out of place.

"Ivory," I say to her, awkwardly, not knowing what words might spill from my mouth, "about last night–"

"Gale," she says, cutting me off, "I wouldn't change a thing."

"Well, me neither," I say, slowly, "but what about Ravius?"

Ivory never actually told me if they were or weren't together. And with what Ravius told me, I'm still very cloudy about it. I want to know if what we did was right or wrong. Maybe what he said was true. Maybe… Maybe Ravius was right. Is Ivory using me like he said? Well, she is making me her little doll, now that I think about it. I mean, she is dressing me up and playing with me. But am I going to be tossed aside when she's done with me? I just don't know. I leave the room before I do something stupid.

Ivory stops me, and looks deeply into my eyes.

"Ravius is a dirty liar when he's drunk." She says. "He knows that I don't care about him. I have never used him. He just wants to confuse you."

"Alright," I say, "I believe you. Let's get some breakfast, then."

As I close the door behind us, I see a note on the door. It's addressed to me, so I open it. Sloppy handwriting inside reads:

Hey, Gale. It's Ravius. Come to my room when you're done screwing around in there. I have to talk to you about something.

P.S. You looked really cute today.

P.P.S. I won't kiss you again.

Well, obviously he knows what went down last night. Shit. This kid has absolutely no idea of what boundaries are.

Ivory asks me what it is, and I tell her that Ravius wants to talk to me. She tells me to go talk to him. She said she'll wait for me. Without a word, she leaves to the kitchen.

I reluctantly head over to his room, with the note in my hand. The door to his room is all black, and I open it, only to reveal more darkness. Everything is black – the walls, the wood floors, the bed, and so on. There are bits of red throughout, but for the most part all dark. The bed is a mess, but when I see a pale back and black hair sticking out, I know it's Ravius.

I walk over to the bed and tap his shoulder. He stirs, but doesn't wake up.

"Ravius." I say, seriously, "Wake up." I tap his shoulder again.

He flops over onto his back and slowly opens his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" he says, rubbing his eyes. "You can't see me before I'm attractive."

"Shut up, Ravius." I say, rolling my eyes.

He leans his head back and keeps rubbing his eyes. "Do you have any idea how fucking painful this hangover is?" He groans and shoves a pillow over his face.

"What is it?" He asks through the pillow.

"Your note?" I answer. How can he not even remember?

He lifts the pillow from his face. "Oh, that."

I give him a clearly fake tight smile.

"We'll talk about that later." He says, slowly sitting up. He winces, from a heavy headache. "As for now, how was Ivory? She's a good fuck, huh?"

What? What the fuck, Ravius!

I remain silent as he slinks out of his bed. He's wearing only a loose pair of black pants that hang from his hipbones. I finally see just how thin he really is. He walks heavily over to his dresser and pulls out a tight black tank that he immediately puts on.

"Anyways, I'm sorry yet again. I know I said something stupid, didn't I? I do that a lot when I'm drunk."

"Yeah, you did say… a few things."

"Well, anyways, I'm sure you found out they were false. I am a rotten liar as a drunk."

"That's an understatement."

"Yeah, yeah." Ravius sits down on his bed and continues, "Well, this sucks. Now that you two are pretty much a thing, that makes getting you much more difficult."

"You're being quite honest."

Ravius shrugs as an answer, "Well, I've got nothing left to lose."

After a strange silence, I speak up again. "I don't assume this is what your letter was about."

"You're right. This isn't what it's about at all." Ravius brushes his messy hair away from his face, "I actually need your help."

Well, you're fucking lucky that I'm feeling generous.

"Yeah?"

"I need you to help me become President."

"Why the hell should I?"

"Gale, I know this seems crazy. And, hell, it is." He sighs, "But I know you and I share something in common. We both despise the Hunger Games. I know you're not from this country, but I really doubt you would want something like that to continue anywhere. Which is why… I want you to help me become President."

What?

"How can we even do that?"

"Simple." Ravius answers with a smirk, "We kill my dad."