Joesph rushed after Kit, not being able to speak, as Kit talked so fast. Finally he caught up to, the chariots ready to leave and the horses stomping their feet impatiently. As he was about to mount the seat, Luke pulled him aside and handed him a mask, very similar to Kit's. "So you match." He said flatly, turning away and letting Joesph go, "have fun out there kid. Don't be afraid to lie."
Joesph pulled on the mask, and quickly pulled himself up next to Kit. "Take my hand." He whispered, "we're a team. This isn't any of that Katniss x Peeta crap, got it? This is real. We're a team. Forever."
I placed me hand in his, then took it firmly. "I know. Everything from now on is just you and me. No one else matters." I whispered. I pulled my mask off of my face and let it set on the top of my head. I looked into Joesph's eyes. "Oh, and Hunger Games Tip Five; don't trust me." I said, then laughed.
Joesph laughed as well, "I wouldn't dream of it." He felt the horses lurch to a start and they began to trot. Joesph clamped his fingers tightly around her hand, "remember. No one else." He stared ahead, focusing on the future.He didn't care about Luke. He wouldn't lie for the Capitol's enjoyment. In these Games, there will be no lies.
"Close your eyes, Kit. Ignore the crowds... Ignore the crowds..." I coached myself and the Chariot began to move. I held Joesph's hand tight and watched as we exited the building. I just caught the first glimpse of the hundreds of thousands of people before I gave in and pressed myself tight ageist Joesph's chest, my head just under his chin.
"Ignore the noise... Ignore the noise..." My low voice crept louder and more demanding as the screams of the people grew louder. "Come on, Steve, ignore it." My own use of the name Steve brought a small smile to my lips.
"You can do it, Steve. Come on. You can ignore it, Steve." I began to feel my face lift up off of Joesph's chest, and my body unwinding. In a few moments I found myself looking back out across the ocean of people. I looked back to Joesph for a moment.
"Stay with me." I pleaded with him and my hand squeezed even tighter on his hand.
Joesph frowned, "never." He whispered, squeezing her hand back. "Together forever, remember?" Their hands were hidden from the crowd, and Joesph wouldn't mind keeping it that way. He didn't really want the world to be freaking out that District Four had a pair of hopeless romantics, only to be split up by the terrible Games. The people were screaming mindlessly, but then again, that's all they did.
The horses continued to go down the isle, and the farther it got, the more Joesph began to gain nervousness. The stage was only minutes away, "Kit..." he whispered, "I'm not ready to die. Since this is our last moment before the Games, I want you to tell me it's okay." Hot tears welled in the corner of his eyes, "I want you to promise me that you'll never leave me. Tell me I'll be fine." The tears spilled out of his eyes now, and stared ahead, "tell me that we can go home, and be together forever..." Silence. "Please."