suppp? dont answer that. so he won?...yeah thats always good... a main charecter NOT dying... so im thinking about maybe writing 12...WHOLE...FANFICS! well 11 other ones, can you guess? yeah! with other people in each district! but this one, i am afraid, is just getting started, remember its only the 64th hunger games :) and she is in the 66th! what do you think about the other 11 fanfics? i dont know if im the best writer, i mean i try... so read on! and i will stop blabbing!

After all the interviews and happenings in the capitol, after all the dressing up and healing they thrust upon him, he was on a train home. I stood outside, near the train station, my hair flipping around my face as I walked around in the soft grass that they allowed to grow next to it. it was a pleasant windy day here for once, with a slight cool breeze that was powerful enough to blow your hair everywhere, and enough to where you would loose your papers if you didn't hold on to them tightly. I saw the train coming in the distance, and judging by its speed, it would be here in a few minutes.

In a few minutes…that's all it would take for him to get here… I felt my breathing shallow. I remembered all the things that happened to him in the arena. He lost some kind of small limb I think, maybe a finger or a toe. He got cut up a lot, fell out of a tree a few times. But most of those scratches wont be there anymore, he got the full body shine that they give every tribute every year so they look their best.

I couldn't help but wonder, is he going to be different now? After all, he has gone through trauma, he watched people die, he killed someone with his own two hands. Will he still feel THAT way about me? Will all this joy go to waste? Will we still be friends?...was all of this an angle? This whole thing couldn't have been an angle, before he left, he tried to tell me something, but they dragged him out to quickly. Maybe I'm just paranoid? Yeah, I'm paranoid…after all, I watched him almost die countless times, stayed up multiple nights in a row watching the games, and when I did sleep, if was full of nightmares and images flashing through my brain of what could be going on at the moment in the games.

The train hurtled towards me, I figured something that big would have to slow down considerably if it wanted to actually stop, but the capitols fancy gadgets didn't surprise me at all The whole town was gathered around the station, including a lot of capitol camera men. Everyone seemed so excited, mostly because district three finally got a new victor, named victor! Its funny how ironic that is… but anyways, we all seemed a little happier.

"its here!" whispered a little kid to his mother as the train stopped. I smiled a little, and joined in the crowd and watched the train stop abruptly at the station. The doors slid open, and beetee and wiress opened the door first, stepping out with a large smile plastered onto their faces. it was an odd sight I must say to see either of them smiling, they usually just frown and go to their houses to live out the rest of the year until the next hunger games. our escort walked out next, still wearing a similar type of outfit, but a totally different hair style that made her look extremely different and rather odd. Finally victor came out, wearing a striking fitted black t-shirt and white pants, and he was carrying a white jacket that matched his outfit. His black hair was gelled up and spikey, I almost hyperventilated out of joy. He was standing there, searching the crowd, all I did was stare, stare at his face and wait for him to walk home or something so I could talk to him. his eyes kept scanning over the crowd, he would smile at a camera, but return to his searching. I started thinking. What is he looking for? Is he just searching the crowd for his family that were supposed to meet him at home like usual. After about a minute of me staring at him and cameras snapping pictures and videos for our homecoming footage,our eyes met, and he cracked the biggest grin I have ever seen. I smiled up at him too, I felt like crying and running to him, but he already did that for me. He jumped off the stage, and walked silently through the crowd until he got to me. I knew the cameras were on us then, I could sense that they wouldn't give this up for their live TV broadcast. This would be a reason to love their new victor.

"hi," he whispered, staring at me with wide seductive eyes that made my heart rate speed up to twice its normal function.

"hi," I breathed, looking up at him and having a complete mental breakdown. I almost fell off my feet, but all I found myself doing was yelling "victor!" bursting into tears and leaping at him quickly. I hugged him tight, hearing everyone start clapping. He hugged me back tightly, putting his face into my hair and he squeezed me into him tightly. Me, out of everyone, me out of all the girls in this audience, he chose me…

"I'm so glad you came home victor…so glad…" I whispered into his chest. I felt him laughing slightly against me.

"me too royal…me too…"

We pulled away and looked at each other for a few seconds before someone called out "aren't you going to kiss her already?" he smirked, a tricky little one that made his eyes light up. he leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips lightly, but I grabbed his shirt and made him kiss me more. Now wasn't the time to take it easy on me, everyone was doing that already. Everyone cheered, and I felt my heart skip beats over and over, possibly it stopped all together, but I couldn't tell. When he pulled away, I was smiling shyly, he laughed at me, grabbing me around the shoulders and smiling at the camera that was trained on our faces. I stared sweetly and shyly at the camera, hoping they understood I was rather uncomfortable around anyone but him. Maybe they would fine me sweet. Maybe they would find me annoying or cute, I don't know, but if there is a possibility of me getting reaped in the next two years, I would have an image built up already.

"so victor! How is it to be home with your lady after winning another fabulous hunger games?" they would ask him, all their questions had to do with me, him being home to see ME, or what does he think MY reaction was to this. I wouldn't smile for anymore cameras, whenever they tried to ask me questions, I would look away, and he would have to come up behind me and grab my shoulders, and ask me whats wrong. I would answer that I'm just tierd, and I wanted to go home. He kept promising me that we would go home and rest in a few. I seriously was drained though, I stayed up all night sometimes to watch the hunger games out of anticipation that he would die when I sleep. Soon the questions were all about him, and most of the crowd had disappeared. I wandered around, waiting for him to finish up, but of course, the minutes dragged on and on. I found a comfortable spot of the grass and laid down. For a long time, I just stared at them all, crowding around him and asking the questions they always ask the victors. I have seen this conversation go on for hours.

"I think that will be all then… CUT!" they all complemented each other on their footage as they walked towards the train to go home to their shining fake city that is the capitol. I stared at victor, my eyes were almost closed, and I felt myself slipping into an unwelcomed sleep.

"oh royal," I heard him say as he walked towards me. I looked at him closely, seeing him smile in a sweet and fatherly way.

"hm?"

"time to go home," I felt him slip a hand under my legs and waist, scooping my up so I was in his arms. He started walking towards my house, but I protested sleepily. I wanted to see his new house badly, I wanted to be able to play the piano and sleep on the couch there like I do sometimes when I fall asleep watching the hunger games. I grew to love his family, and I seriously think that his brother has a major crush on me, he definitely sits close to me whenever he can.

"but royal, your brother probably wants you home…"

"I'll call him or something you worry wart," I whispered, and found him laughing at me.

"fine, we'll call him from my house, didn't my parents already move in?" I nodded, and snuggled a little closer to his chest, which again made him laugh.

"all of that was true you know… I really do love you royal Clearwater…" I smiled, and opened my eyes to see him looking at me with a soft expression.

"well victor…I love you too, more than you know." I sat up slightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. His face flushed red, and he smiled really wide, it made me laugh, but to me, it sounded like I was drunk I was so tierd.

"good… I love you too," he kissed my cheek back and gave me a slight squeeze. My heart raced, and I found myself uncomfortable in his arms. I wiggled a little, and he got the message, setting me down and watching me silently as rain started to fall on us. He took his coat and threw it over my bare shoulders. I wasn't thinking it could rain now, it was perfectly breezy and warm this afternoon when he came here.

A smile crept its way onto my face as I gripped the edges of his coat. Suspiciously, he did a nod in my direction, silently asking me what I was planning.

"bet you cant catch me!" I taunted, swaying a little on my feet as I looked up at him, he smirked.

"bet you I can!" he didn't have to get an answer, I turned and sprinted down the street, feeling the rain pound my face. I heard his rapid footsteps behind me, and I soon saw him at my side. Gasping, I halted quickly, and because the speed he had gained and my sudden stop, he screeched to a halt a whopping ten yards down the road after I had started to dash the other way. My eyes were wide, but I still found his reaction funny. I think I just found a skill I can rely on. Maybe being medium sized is a good thing, I can dart around fairly quickly and have more precise movements than a really tall fast person. How? I don't know, I always did know I was agile, but never that kind of agile. I ran away, laughing and looking back at him now and then. He neared me of course, but I neared a the abandoned shop in the center of town. To me, I scrabbled up clumsily onto the awning that stretched over the empty bins below. But when I turned back to victor, he was gaping at me from a few yards away.

"how did you?-… wow…" he said slowly, staring at me. Suddenly he started to laugh, his laugh made me smile, a smile that warmed my heart and brought a large fluttering to my stomach.

"come down here so I can give you a big-" I leaned forward and looked down at him over the edge of the rail as he continued. "-wet-" he spread his arms as my eyes widened, "-sloppy kiss!" that didn't exactly sound appealing. It sounded good, maybe sort of fun I guess, but definitely not tasteful or sweet.

"yeah-…okay, but I'm perfectly good up here…" he put his hands on his hips and let out an exhasperated sigh that made me laugh loudly. The laugh came back and hit my eardrums after bouncing off the walls of nearby buildings

"okay…I wont give you that kind of one if you come down here then," I smiled and started to climb down. He gave me what he promised, a beautiful soft yet long kiss on the lips that made me want another when he pulled away. But a sudden thought hit me hard. I started to talk to him, trying to find comfort in his words.

"victor… I missed you…" I whispered sadly, breathing out loudly.

"I missed you more…"

"victor…"

"yes royal?"

"I'm scared…" he shifted a little.

"why?"

"because-…the hunger games… they-" pausing, I lifted my head off of his chest and looked at his face, his grey eyes shone brightly, and rain collected on his forehead, only to run off again.

"they rip peoples lives apart. I don't see the point in having children if most of them are going to die…"

"I want kids one day," I told him, smiling a little at the thought of holding a little girl or boy in my arms after they were born. He was beaming down at me, shining his white teeth at me. I stared at his face in awe, realizing that he was in fact, quite a looker, a handsome smirky, little looker…

"you! you're a thief!" I laughed at him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"how am I a thief?" he looked quite amused.

"its really cheesy, nevermind." I tried to stand, but he wouldn't let me until I answered, "fine. You took my heart…you did… you stole it right out of my chest and put it right next to yours…" expecting him to laugh, I closed my eyes, and waited, but no sound escaped his mouth. When I opened them again, he was looking at me in awe, an eager little expression that made me giggle.

"your probably super tierd," he snapped out of it as I continued to stare at him, "come on, lets go, you can call your brother or whatever," we walked hand in hand to his house, and once we got there, he ran inside and gave everyone a hug. His brother eyed me sadly over his brothers shoulder, which made me squirm under his gaze.

"can she spend the night here?" I was swaying slightly on my feet, I was really exhausted.

"what?" his mother said, her eyes widening and her jaw dropping. I was about to speak but he started to already, do I bit my lip and closed my eyes.

"she could stay on the couch, or in my bed while I sleep on the couch," now THAT was pretty dang sweet, I couldn't help but smile a little to myself. " her house is all the way across town, it was quicker to come here, and I swear she is about to collapse." They were all staring at me when I opened my eyes, so I looked away. I noticed that it was a lie, you know, about the distance? My house was only about a three or four minute walk from there, and I had asked to come here really, I wanted to see it, but I didn't imagine myself this tiered.

"of course, she is always welcome here," his father spoke up, smiling a little at his son, "she came here often while you were gone, son, she played the piano and watched the hunger games with us, I think she really does fancy you." that was the first time I have ever heard this man speak, he spoke with an accent unlike any of us, his o's and his a's sounded different. It made me stare at him for a moment before going red again, being extremely shy isn't exactly a pleasure you know.

"thanks dad," he gave him a hug, and they all announced it was late and they should go to bed.

"yeah…" victor's brother said solemnly, looking at me without expression. I stared back, looking him up and down and tilting my chin up so I looked more menacing. He went up stairs to ignore me in his room while I took the blanket and pillow victor held out to me.

"thanks," I barely whispered to him before making my bed quietly.

"you still need to call gizz, he will have my head if you don't come home on my watch," I laughed as he handed me the new cordless phone that was on the wall. I dialed the number, and kept glancing at victor as he sat next to me.

"hello?" gizz said over our old crackley phone.

"hi gizz, its me, royal, I'm staying the night over at victors," I heard him gasp, "no! I'm on the couch and he is in his room, I promise."

"Fine, I trust you, call me in the morning okay?"

"yeah, goodnight gizz," I whispered, hanging up as I heard the line turn into a blank fuzz.

"so, did he take that well?" victor whispered in my ear, which made me jump. Laughing, he leaned back and took me in with a smile, which made me frown.

"yup… can I play the piano? I have a song to show you…" he eyed me silently before answering,

"quietly," a grin leaked onto his face as he stood and opened the cover over the keys. I sat down and he sat next to me, just like when we first spent quality time together before he was reaped. I started to sing quietly, like I was talking to myself:

Nobody listens to me, don't hear a single thing I said, say anything to soothe me, anything to get you from my head, don't know it really feels, the fate the ways I make life, I don't care, don't know much it hurts, to turn around like you were never there. Like somehow you could be that brave, and I could walk away from the promises we made, that we'd swore we'd never brake, I thought I lost you when you ran away to try to find me, I thought I'd never see your sweet face again. I turned around and you were going on and on the days were, I count the moments that we were in, I hoped in my heart that you'd come back to me my friend. I thought I lost you…

(I thought I lost you- miley cirus "just imagine it slower and with piano")

"royal…I could never forget that you are the most musical, talented person on the face of the planet if you erased my memory and locked me in a white sterile room!"

"a white sterile room? Did you just make that up?"

"what? White rooms make me forget things," he smiled with a shrug as I started to laugh. But soon, it died out and turned into a solemn silence. He started to smile at me, and to tell you the truth, he was beginning to scare me.

"whats wrong? Is there something on my face you aren't telling me about?" I touched my nose and cheek with my fingers.

"no…" he smiled wider, grabbing my hand away from my face and holding " I just remembered this club thing we drove by to get to the train in the captiol, it was to bright, and you probably wont think it amusing, but it was made out of ice with pink lights on the inside!" he started to laugh, he confused me horribly I tell you that. How could anyone find that amusing exactly? It was stupid and scary.

"what?" he looked self conscious, smoothing down his hair with shifty worried eyes. I reached forward and grabbed his hand so I held both of his hands now, soothing him.

"how can you be smiling when you just got back from hell? YES A WEIRD PLACE WITH CLUBS IS HELL! The capitol totally made you kill people and your treating it as if it was a trip to the candy shop!" he started to chuckle lightly, I just looked away, seeing the pain in his eyes was to great to bear.

"I do treat it like that, like it never happened, don't I?" he whispered, a smile still plastered on his face.

"yeah, you do, and it scares me, yes I have only seen you for what-…about three hours? All I have seen you do is smile and laugh, answer their questions and act like they can control you…" he stared at me, and I got nearvous, I wrung my hands together anxiously, I wasn't feeling to much like myself at the moment.

"I'm sorry I scare you, but to smile and laugh…it makes me feel better…but you should know that when I was alone in my room on the train, I was motionless, in pain, scared, worried, hurt, confused-, you get the idea. NOT ME," he took his hands away and slapped them down in frustration as he spoke my mind, I couldn't believe it though. Not this, he was supposed to be strong, if you look at him, you would find him beautiful, strong, protective. He cannot be weak, defenseless and subtle in real life. But then again, I need to not judge him, I need to not slap a label on him yet, he should be in more pain than me…

"but-" he continued, "when ever I thought of you, all the pain subsided and I was able to not burst into tears. Then, when I stepped off that train-," his voice cracked, I saw tears in his eyes, and only then did I notice the black circles of absent sleep under them as well.

"victor…" I breathed, scooting closer to him and giving him a warm, comforting hug. But he kept mumbling on into my hair.

"but- when I saw- you, and –you kissed me-…I totally almost lost it!- I couldn't have stood up there for more than- a minute!" he bawled into my shoulder, and now I figured is the time to be strong, be the comforting one, so I excepted the role with enthusiasm.

"its okay victor," I whispered, standing him up and walking to the couch before making him sit and lean back so he laid down against the arm of the couch. I wrapped my arms around his middle and my face found his neck. It didn't matter that his body shook so bad due to his sobs, it didn't matter that his tears turned my hair into a salty soppy mess, I love him…its all clear now.

"I love you-…" I chocked, staring at the floor as his chest abruptly stopped jerking.

He sat up, making me sit back, "serious?" his handsome face was tearstained and red, with my thumb, I reached forward and wiped the tears from under his eyes.

"serious," he tucked a piece of my blonde hair behind my ear and gave me a kiss on the nose.

I let out a small wail and jumped forward, clutching onto him as if I would die if I let go.

"royal!" he started to laugh, which made him shake pleasantly. I laughed too, and soon we were in a fit of laughter, clutching each other and shaking histerically. I was in a ball on his lap, and I found it pleasant that I was laughing like this with someone for once.

When we finally stopped, I gasped for air, my sides hurt terribly and I clutched them instead of hugging victor, I was stretching out now, and found a comfortable spot.

"thanks for making me laugh…It was much appreciated actually…" I smiled at him before shutting my eyes and feeling relief flood over me as I did so. Slowly and silently, victor reached for the blanket at my feet and pulled it over me and him. him being in the current sitting position and my head on his lap, made me wonder, is he planning on leaving after I'm asleep, or sleeping like that?

"hey," I touched his face, and he looked down.

"yeah?"

"why are you sitting like that? You leaving after I'm asleep? Or Sleeping like that?"

"no, and no. I'm going to watch TV… I haven't been able to sleep since like, the reaping, I usually can, but only after I stay awake doing something until I get tierd…"

"and whens that exactly?"

"about two or three, but I'm okay royal, you just sleep okay?" I nodded, and felt my eyelids droop, I was really tierd, I am, and probably will be tomorrow even though I can sleep "soundly" with him there.

"go to sleep," he smoothed down a piece of my hair softly with his finger, it soothed me so much I moaned in comfort. Which made him laugh naturally.

"goodnight victor, I love you…" and I drifted off into unconsciousness.

royal and victor, sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G :) haha so yeah...they are going to be together after all :) 3 love them? no? well get over yourself... just kidding :) yeah

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