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What happened to that girl I used to know, I just want us back to the way we were before. ~Do I, Luke Bryan

Denver's POV:

I'm ecstatic when the whistle blows, when we're let out early from work. I ignore the want I have to stand next to Gale while pushing our cart up, but I go next to Lucas instead. Throughout the day I saw him glancing over at Lucas and I, giving us pissed off looks. Once we have the cart in the shaft I stand by Lucas while it starts up.

"Remember you promised me a dance?" Lucas gives me a cocky grin. I elbow him in the ribs and force a natural looking smile on my face. I'm not going to appear weak in front of Gale, he already saw me cry. So all day I've been pretending that it's easy to ignore him, it's easy just to forget him. But it's not, pretending its easy is one of the hardest things to do.

"I know I did, relax, I won't forget." I'm the first one out of the shaft and to get my coat, I start to walk briskly back to my house. But I know he's behind me, I know he's watching me. I don't look back though, not once. I hurry right into my house and close the door, not even pausing to even look at Gale. I do hear him sigh though after I close the door rather roughly, oh well, his reason for talking to me now won't be a big deal, seeing that for six years he didn't take me starving as a reason to talk to me. I go and open the doors to a closet in the bedroom. We have exactly four dresses. Two of them I won't wear, they were my mothers. So that leaves the yellow dress and the blue dress. I take the blue dress out; it's been in our family for generations, passed down from someone who married a merchant man. It's an expensive dress, but time has dulled its once vibrant colors and now it looks normal. It's just a sky blue that slightly hugs the wearers figure. I decide to wear this one, considering the yellow dress is too small for me.

I go and draw myself a bath, we're required to bathe before we go. There will be cameras there to televise the event; we wouldn't want District Twelve to look poor would we. I slip into the ice cold water, it is winter time and I'm too lazy to actually go and heat the water over the fire before dumping it in the tub. I like cold baths anyways. It's safe to say I'm utterly shocked at how quickly the water turns a murky gray. Right, I work in the mines now. I remind myself, I must have layers upon layers of the black dust on me. I'm right too by the time I'm done and the water is almost a pure black. But my skin is clean and soft without the grim on it.

After that I brush and dry my hair, which takes almost two hours of sitting by the fire in my towel. I then dress myself in the blue dress and braid my hair back. Nothing big, just simple braids down my back, but after I look at it I decide what the hell and I put it down. I never have it just down, well, unless I forget. By the time I'm finished I have just enough time to make it to the square. Lucky me, I get to listen to Peeta and Katniss's speech.

On my way down the streets I hear feet running to catch up to me, then hands on my waist and I'm picked up and spun around. "Hey girly you look beautiful!" I hear Lucas exclaim and Dalton join in laughing with him.

"Ugh put me down!" I cry while trying to kick him, he obeys my plea and soon I'm back on my feet walking back towards the square. But Lucas and Dalton walk right beside me like body guards. I give them each a glance. They don't look too bad themselves without their mining clothes on. They're clean too.

My body guards and I easily meet up with the rest of our crew, all in attendance except for Gale, and we all stand near the back of the square. We moan and are told to "shut our fucking mouths and listen to the god damn victors" by a peacekeeper during Katniss and Peeta's, well, actually just Peeta's speech about how happy they are to be home and they can't wait to get married. What married?

"Since when are they getting married?" I whisper to no one in particular on my crew.

"He asked her last night in the Capital, she said yes." Andrew informs me. I just nod; of course they'll get married. With that Peeta thanks us again and tells us to all have a good time, they then dismiss themselves to go do whatever victors do after a victory speech. The band on stage picks up a fast beat tune and I feel myself be spun into Lucas's arms. I can't help but laugh at his goofy face he gives me as we're the first ones out to dance.

Mostly everything after that is a blur to me. At some point I just let myself get lost in all the excitement of the party and I must have danced with everyone on our crew, Lucas more than anybody. He's not a bad dancer either, good at both fast and slow songs; I prefer dancing with him on fast songs, since I don't like how close he held me to him during the slow ones. We all eat a ton, all the food graciously provided by our ever dictating Capital.

I'm dancing with Drew when he twirls me away off to my next dancing partner during a fast song. You're supposed to leave your partner for a new one at the end of the song, and whoever you get sent to you dance with for the next song. I'm a little pissed but not disappointed when I see who Drew sent me too. Gale. "I thought you weren't one for parties?" I sneer at him, even more pissed when the band starts a slow song and Gale pulls me closer to him.

"Hello to you too. And ya, but I figured there would be food." He retorts. I roll my eyes at him and try and look anywhere besides my newest dancing partner. Only a few moments pass before he speaks up again though. "You look great." I turn my gaze on him, he doesn't look bad himself. Okay, so he looks fantastic in the nice clothes his mother must have wrestled him into, but I won't say that out loud.

"Thanks, so do you." He grins a bit at me.

"Thank you." I become ever aware of his hand on my back now. "So, you like change?" he says softly so only I can hear, and by his tone, I can tell he knows I hate change.

"Not particularly, but I figured I shouldn't work with someone who saw no point in talking to me anymore while my family died" I say casually, he flinches.

"That's what you're angry about? Okay, I didn't mean to say that, I was just. Just, I was so mad."

"At what?" I ask, finally making eye contact with the gorgeous boy in front of me, even if I have to look up a bit.

"Myself, for my reaction, for my thoughts. At you, for knowing so much about me and me not even bothering to talk to you all those years." I can see he really means it, but I'm fully ready to forgive him.

"I'm sorry I pushed you." I mutter.

"And for punching me?" he asks, I grin up at him.

"No, you deserved that" I giggle, he smiles.

"I guess I did." There are a few more moments of awkward silence between us before the song ends.

"Well, I'm on my way home, tell Vick, Rory, and Posy I say hi" I instruct Gale. He nods.

"Okay," I turn to walk away but he grabs my hand, I turn back and look at him with a questioning look. "I'm sorry I kissed you." He tells me while looking down at the ground. I grin and shrug.

"You don't have to be sorry for that; it was a good way of shutting me up. I just didn't like it then because of the words you had just said." His grip softens on my hand and I pull it out of his. "Goodnight Gale, see you tomorrow." And with that I leave Gale Hawthorne standing by himself, with myself no longer pissed at him, and with a look of utter confusion on his face.

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