So I realize this chapter is waaayy overdue, but between finals, traveling outside of the country, college applications, and other... stuff is the best way to describe it, I just haven't had any time to write. So thank you guys for being patient with my schedule. I promise I'll try and update more often this semester. (Finding Myself readers I promise-swear I am working on it. Hopefully, by the end of the month?)

Moving right along! This one's shorter, but I like it. And also fluffy again. Maybe the next one will be angst? I dunno, what do you guys think? Anyways, The Song of Inspiration today is Maroon 5's "She Will Be Loved". Yeah I know it's cheesy, but I really love this song. The music video... not so much. But anyways! Lyrics:

Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along, yeah
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want
[Chorus]
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful

[Chorus]
[in the background]
Please don't try so hard to say goodbye
Please don't try so hard to say goodbye
Yeah
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Try so hard to say goodbye

And the "setting" (as requested by ButterflyFlyToMe) is sometime between the first games and when Peeta and Katniss first "officially", if you can call it that, meet. Anytime, pick a time.

Thank you for reading and don't forget to review! And add to your favorites/alerts! And now please enjoy :]

She Will Be Loved

It's raining. I suppose that's a really simple thing to say, but it's true. It's raining, and it's raining hard. And it makes me sad. Because I know she doesn't like the rain.

The day had started nicer than this. When I woke up, it had been sunny. I remember I smiled because I thought it'd make her day better. And it's her day. Her birthday.

I don't remember how I figured out when her birthday was; I think one of the girls at school told me. But it doesn't matter. I know it's today, and today it's raining.

I flip the collar of my jacket up to protect the back of my neck from getting wet. It's a stupid thing, since I'm already soaked but I don't care. She's probably as wet as I am, I think, but she never complains. Never. Or if she does it's to that boy she always is with.

I scowl at the thought. I don't like him. Which is stupid, because he's never done anything to me to make me not like him. Except that he gets to be around her. All the time. And he makes her smile. Something I wish I could do.

But, I think, he can't be that bad if he makes her smile. That broken smile that sends my heart soaring. Even if it's only a small one, it's better than none at all. And I know he can make her laugh. Something so rare I've only heard her do it once and I think that was by accident. But it was beautiful and pure, like a song. I still hear it in my happiest dreams, like a promise yet to be made.

The rain picks up, slapping the road loudly. I burry my hands into my pockets as I look up at her house. The windows are dark, but that just helps me relax. I know she's in the woods at this time of day, but she'll be back soon. And if the power's out, then I know she's safe. Even if it is with him.

I shift my weight on my feet and wrap my arms tighter around the loaves of bread under my jacket. I can still feel their warmth through their wrapping and my jacket material. It's my gift for her. It's my gift every year since she appeared behind my house. Except these aren't burnt. From the crust to the fluffy center, they're perfect. Secretly, I hope she knows they're from me and just is waiting to find out my birthday to do something in return. I doubt she is, but still, it's a nice thought.

I look back up at the house and then back down at my feet. It's funny how often I end up here when I'm walking. Sometimes it's on purpose, but mainly it's by accident. Like the looks I steal at her during school. The one's that tell me what she's thinking about that day.

Sometimes I can tell she's thinking about her trip to the woods for the day. She stares out the window towards the tree line and taps her pencil against the desk in patterns. Other times she's worried. Most likely about her family and if they have enough food for the day, but for all I know it could be about the weather.

But mostly she just looks lonely. It happens on rainy days, or days when she will actually talk with Madge. Her grey eyes cloud over with a certain sadness. Like she'll never have anyone to care about. Or anyone to care for her. To tell her she's beautiful.

I wish for the tenth time that day that I had the courage to talk to her. To make her smile and laugh. To tell her I think she's beautiful. To tell her that her eyes remind me of the edge of a storm; when the sky is caught between blue and dark with rain. To tell her that her face has never once been absent from my dreams since the first day I saw her.

I love her. Plain and simple; it's a fact. I've known it for a while. And I know it's true. Parents like to tell you when you're young that you don't know what love is, but I don't believe them. If you can look at a person and just know that you'd do anything to see them happy, that's love. If you can hear a person talk and feel all your problems go away, that's love. If you want nothing more than to see them safe and sound with the person they love, even if it's not you, that's love. And that's how I feel about her.

The rain is letting up some as I see something behind the fence in the distance. I realize my time is almost up so I hurry to place the bread at her doorstep. I dive behind the tree across the way just in time. She's home.

Katniss looks tired and slightly sore, favoring her left leg as she walks. I've a small urge to help her inside, but I stop when I see her face. Her eyes are beaming and the corners of her lips are turned upwards into that small hesitant smile. It's been a good day. Her bag drags along behind her, full of game that I know will feed her family as well as others.

She stops when she sees my present on the step. Even though I know she knew it would be there, she still looks puzzled. Like she's trying to figure out who could afford to give two loaves of bread to her as a gift. Still confused, she picks them up and looks around. I have to hide completely; I won't be able to do it next year if she catches me.

I don't leave until I hear her door shut behind her. The rain is coming down harder now, filling my boots and soaking my hair. But I don't really mind. There's a smile on my face that I know will get me in trouble if I let my mother see it, but I don't care. The girl I love and will never stop loving is happy. That I know. And that's enough for me.