Note: I didn't realize how short of a chapter that last one was until I uploaded it. I'm sorry, guys. Sometimes, I get my ideas across too easily. Also, I just realized how extensive my hidden messages are. It's kind of ridiculous. (Enter conspiracy theories here) Ahaha~~ OH ALSO Ravi is extra sassy today. Just remember that this was originally under the comedy section. It's okay to laugh. Not everything is serious. (Things have been too intense for my taste) Song: Euphoria - Blackbird Blackbird

POV: RAVIUS

Ivana is one strange girl, I think to myself as I slowly walk away from my house, heading over to Volt's apartment.

I can't even understand anything she means. She said she stays in her broken place for the scenery? All the "scenery" is just eroding buildings and hungry people. And what did she mean she's not a Capitol girl? I guess she just means she's different. Which is an understatement. She's off the damn wall.

I brush my hand through my hair to break my chain of thought. I accidentally hit my new stitches. I wince at the pain. This is going to take forever to heal.

I can't get Ivana out of my head, though. Her lilac hair is the only thing about her that is even remotely "Capitol". The rest... Well, she looks like she's from one of the Districts.

I walk silently down the dark streets. It's finally late enough that the shops' lights are shut down. The only things that light the nearly empty roads are the overhead streetlamps which are lit up in a faint blue. I know my way to Volt's so well, I don't even pay attention to the street names.

And soon enough I'm there.

I walk up the stairs to the entrance to his complex. I press the call box, knowing that even though it's late, he'll answer.

The screen lights up, revealing a video feed of his face.

"Hey, Ravi." He says, once he sees it's me. The feed ends and the door unlocks.

I enter the building. Unlike Ivana's decaying apartment, Volt's building is kept very clean and sleek. The walls are white and artwork lines them. I climb up the stairs to Volt's third floor apartment. He's waiting at the door, holding a glass of white wine. His white hair is still spiked up, and he looks so perfect.

"Hey, babe." He says with a sloppy smile.

"Hey," I say, walking into his open arms. He holds me closely. He begins so slowly kiss my neck. I can feel his deep breaths sending chills down my spine. He pulls me into his green and white apartment. I wrap my arms around his waist and our lips meet.

"I've missed you so much," Volt whispers in my ear. "I've spent too much time away."

He pulls back and looks deeply into my eyes. I stare back into his bright yellow eyes. I have missed this too, I want to say, but I only answer by kissing him.

I've missed his arms around me. I've missed that feeling he gives me.

No one else has ever done that.

No one else has ever cared for me the same way.

"You taste like tea." Volt says, suddenly.

"I had some earlier." I say, moving to his couch, which I then lay on. "And I met a weird nurse, too."

Volt lays down next to me on his wide, plush couch.

"She was pretty," I continue, "But also kind of crazy."

"Sounds like your type." Volt says with a half smile. It just reminds me how open we've allowed our relationship to be.

"Maybe," I say. Ivana is cute, but she acted so bizarre. She kissed me then told me to leave. I don't understand her. But she was damn sexy. "But I don't want to lose you to her."

Volt smiles crookedly. "You won't ever lose me." Cute. "So tell me about her."

I sigh, feeling guilty about telling Volt about someone else. But I can just as vividly remember times he's done the same. Fucking open relationship.

"Well, she's Gale's nurse." I pause for affect, while I hear Volt laughing. "I know, I know."

"Always good to know that she can take care of you." He says, after drinking more of his wine.

"Shouldn't that be the other way around?" I say, suddenly realizing that in our relationship, Volt takes care of me. I'm always running off doing stupid things, and Volt always saves the day - so to speak. "Nevermind," I say, "She would take care of me."

Volt laughs again, and I smile along.

And I just kiss him.

I don't want to think about anything. I don't want to think about Ivana. I just want Volt.

He instantly picks up on this, and soon our kissing grows deeper and deeper. His wine glass falls to the ground as he runs his hands through my hair. Rather quickly, we're pulling at each other's clothing.

"Wait." Volt stops. We're both half naked, really getting into it, and now he decides to stop? Fucking buzz kill.

"What's wrong?" I ask, as I rub my hands across his muscular chest. He might not be in the mood for it, but I mean seriously, who just leads you on like that?

"I..." He sighs. "I'm sorry. I keep thinking about Ivory."

Definitely a mood killer.

"Do we really have to talk about her?" I almost beg. I really don't want to talk about his pregnant little sister. Or anyone, really.

"I just..." Volt lays down next to me again, retreating from looking over me. "I don't get why she's so god damned stupid." He starts to look almost angry. Almost. "She's a fucking whore." Alright, now he's angry. And right. I should know. "She really couldn't keep her fucking legs together." I keep my face stone cold, although I just want to laugh. But Volt has every right to be pissed.

Maybe it's that whole older brother thing; always trying to protect his sister.

But I guess he couldn't protect her from this.

A condom would have done that job.

"Are you mad at Gale?" I ask, knowing the answer.

"Fuck, yeah, I am." His face looks genuinely angry. I've rarely seen him like this. "He fucked my little sister! Ugh, I don't even want to think about that."

I remain silent, not knowing how to answer.

Instead, I stand up, and head over to his open kitchen, just a few steps away. Like the rest of his place, it's white and bright green. I instantly see the bottle of white wine that Volt had a glass of earlier. I take out two slim crystal glasses from the reflective white cabinet, and poor out two glasses. One for Volt and one for me.

"Cheers," I say, as I walk back to Volt, holding a glass out for him.

"Here's to a messed up family." He says, taking his glass.

"Amen to that," I say as we clink our glasses together. We each drink some of the wine. It's sweet, but not overwhelming. Volt has excellent taste.

And just as abruptly as Volt halted our affection, we begin once again.

Ah, the magic of wine.

For the rest of the night, we each escape our thoughts - of Ivory and of Ivana. For the night, we are free.