Chapter 18: Our Style
I wait here next to Joe on our seats we're waiting for the interview the one that practically determines our future. Oh god. We are holding hands I bet that would stir up the gossip a bit in the capitol.
District 11 to go…
Joe's turn. I wish him good luck and he walks up to Davis Flickerman.
"So… Joseph Nighton" Joe gives him a salute. "We've heard you've found yourself a little lady?" Whistles come from the crowd. My head instantly looks to my lap. I can just feel the cameras on me.
"Yes, I have." He gives me a smirk and a wink. Half the audience is sighing whilst the other half swoon. I feel sweat being soaked up by my skin tight strapless short skirt. The red scarf is good though, it makes my long hair not stick to my back.
"When did you two first start thinking maybe it could be a relationship?"
"Wow that was a while ago it seems ummm… I think it was when we first got on the train to get here, just after Eve had puked all the food she had eaten." Davis gives a laugh and some of the audience does too. "She said we made a great team, me still holding her hair to not get in the toilet." The whole audience is laughing now…
"Now tell us, have you gotten to the 'L' word yet?" Joe goes blank like he got in trouble. Davis then adds "or should I have not said that?" wincing. The Joe just goes back to smiling and laughing "I was joking Davis… of course we have" The whole audience starts breaking in laughing, clapping, wooing, swooning, sighing and a whole heap of others I don't know the name of.
"Well good for you! There has been some whisperings of you sleeping in Evanjaline's bed? Is this true?"
Joe then looks to me as if getting my consent. I nod. "Well… yes… frankly it is true."
Davis looks astonished. "Wow how you two have grown since the reaping!