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Eric's POV:

I did it.

I finally did it.

I kissed Page.

Too bad it took being sent to our deaths for me to wise up and make a move.

Anyway, after I kissed her, she smiled at me and then closed her door mysteriously.

I walked across the hall and into my bedroom, laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling.

I touched my lip, and it felt all tingly.

I folded my arms, closed my eyes, and thought about the kiss.

It had felt surreal, magical almost. As soon as our lips met, you could practically see the sparks.

I know I could feel them.

The kiss was everything I had dreamt it would be, and more.

I couldn't wait to do it again.

I flicked on the television with the cool high-tech remote in my room, and fell asleep watching some drama about teenagers.

When I woke up, Page's face was the first thing I saw, which I admittedly would never mind.

"Claud told me to come wake you up," she informed me.

I smiled at her and sat up.

She sat at the end of the bed while I stretched.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked.

I smiled at her and nodded.

"Why did you kiss me?" she asked, biting her lip.

Oh no, here it came, she was going to tell me she'd rather forget it happened, that we should just be friends, blah, blah, blah.

"I think it's pretty obvious," I say, with a slight chuckle.

She smiles at me, her eyes sparkling.

"What would you say if I told you that I felt the same," said Page.

YES! I mentally fist pumped.

"I would say that you should prove it," I say, with a grin.

She laugh's for the first time since we came from District 4.

I pulled her close and kissed her cheek.

She wiggled out of my grasp, making me frown and her giggle.

"Look, maybe we should keep it a secret from the Capitol. I mean, they want a good game, and if we convince them that we're just two friends, they won't think anything of it. But if we're kissing and holding hands and stuff, they'll target us, and try and break us up," she said. I grin.

"You like secrets?" I ask in a seductive voice, which makes her laugh.

"I understand, and agree, completely," I say, and then gave her one last kiss before getting up.

"Well, I'd better go tell Claud that your awake," said Page as she gave me a kiss on the cheek and bounced out of the room.

I was grinning like a fool as I climbed into the shower and put on some jeans and a red shirt.

I then walked over to the meal car, where I found Page, Finnick, Mags, Claud, Gavin and two people with matching green hair.

The male, who had bright blue skin, looked up at me.

"Oh, it's soo nice to meet you," said the blue skinned male, who had long green hair down to his butt, pink eyelashes, no eyebrows, and was wearing a bubblegum pink cloak of sorts.

"Hey," I say, and then sit down as an Avox loads my plate full of hash browns, eggs, bacon, toast, and ketchup. She also gives me some hot chocolate, which I've only had once.

I inhale half of my plate before I realize that everyone is looking at me oddly.

The women next to the blue haired male, with bright yellow contacts, golden eyelashes, blue eyebrows, pink lips and piercings everywhere scoffed.

"This is why I wanted the girl, you men are pigs," she said, and then stuck her nose in the air.

I hear Page speak up.

"Hey, leave him alone!" she says.

I squeeze her hand under the table and say,

"It's alright, let's just get back to our meal."

Pages POV:

I couldn't believe how rude the stylist was to Eric.

I learned that the yellow women's name was Claudette, and that the mans name was Antonio.

Antonio was Eric's stylist, and Claudette was mine. Yay me!

I hate her.

Maybe I'm going a bit extreme here, but hey, they are from the stupid Capitol, and therefore, they support the games which will soon either kill me or turn me into a murderer.

I wasn't very friendly to her when she took me off the train and into the Capitol. There were shouts of glee coming from a pretty sizeable crowd which were waiting outside the platform.

Claudette guides me into the huge building and I realize as soon as I get inside that it is truly amazing.

Half an hour later, I am gritting my teeth. I had just been stripped of all body hair, except my head, and bathed by three idiots who gave me a serious headache.

I stand up when suddenly Claudette comes in.

"Alright, the Parade is tonight, and you need to look your best. Honey, you are just as pretty as a flower, but we need to make you extraordaniary," she said.

She took in my body, up and down, until she finally showed me a blue dress.

"This is what you'll wear on the chariot," she said.

Claudette then gave me a ton of make-up and put me into the gown.

I took in the sight of myself in the mirror.

Claudette had made my hair fall all over the place in waves, and the dress was blue with a ripple effect, making it look like water.

I looked stunning.

"Wow," was all I said. Claudette smiled.

"I can work wonders," she said.

Eric's POV:

Antonio was pretty okay.

Once you get past the fact that he's an idiot.

There were two giggling women with matching clothes and purple wigs who had bathed me and stripped me of all chest hair.

They also stimulated the hormones in my face, which meant I could never grow a beard or facial hair.

When Antonio came in, I was pretty embarrassed by having a dude take in every inch of my body, when he smiled at me and told me that I wasn't going to need any extra makeup, I sighed with relief.

The blue that the prep team put on my eyes to outline the oceanic color was bad enough, and I didn't want anything else in that department.

Ten minutes later, I was staring at myself in the mirror, and trying not to laugh.

I had on blue pants and a cape, and my chest was bare.

My blonde hair was gelled back, but it still looked pretty cool.

I don't know how, but somewhere in my adolescence I devolved muscular arms and a pretty nice chest, which I honestly didn't mind showing off to the Capitol.

Sure it was demeaning, but hey, it would get more sponsors.

I followed Antonio down to the spot where the chariots were, and that's when I spotted Page.

She literally took my breath away, she looked so stunning.

She was perfect in every way before, but now she looked radiant.

I smiled as I took in the sight of her beautiful dress and face.

When she spotted me, she beamed.

Her eyes fell to my chest and it may have just been my ego, but I could have sworn that I saw her eyes widen.

I gave her a hug and secretly gave her a kiss, before making sure that everyone was looking away.

We climbed up into the chariot, and I spotted Antonio and Claudette putting a faucet at the bottom of the chariot.

"When the Parade starts, water will flow out of the back, creating a waterfall," said Claudette when she noticed Page and I staring.

I leaned over to Page and whispered,

"You are so beautiful."

I just barley caught her blush before the anthem of Panam started, and we were watching the two tributes from District 1 start moving.

Just as our chariot passed the gate, the water started to flow, making the thousands of people gasp.

I smiled and waved at the crowd, a huge white smile that made the girls in the audience gasp.

Soon, they were all screaming both Page's and my name, and I couldn't help but wave enthusiastically back.

I caught a glance at Page and saw that she too was working the crowd, bowing, and catching flowers.

Once we entered the circle, the leader of Panam, President Snow got up.

"Welcome, Tributes," he said, "To the sixty eighth hunger games, a pageant of honour and determination."

Then he rambled on about how much of an honour it was to be in the games, and things like that, but I wasn't listing, and only staring at Page.

"Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor," President Snow said dramatically, and with that, the horses then pulled our chariots into the opposite gate.

What it was over, I hopped down and gave Page a secret kiss.

We couldn't have looked like anything but two tributes celebrating.

Only we knew what it meant.

Pages POV:

The chariots were amazing.

Eric looked so handsome in his costume, and I caught a glimps of myself in the screen, and I looked amazing!The best part was probably Eric telling me that I was beautiful.

He didn't say I looked beautiful, he said I was beautiful, which made me VERY happy.

After the parade, we were led inside the Capitol building and into the elevator.

Claud pressed the button to the forth floor, and in less than half a second, we were walking into our apartment.

It was beautiful, it was all modern things and there was a huge feast waiting on the table.

Eric and I raced down to the bedrooms to get changed, and then ran to the table.

We held hands under the table, which no one but the Avox knew.

Suddenly, Finnick put down his drumstick.

"Alright, are you two together?" he asked, a grin playing at his lips.

I looked, pale faced, at Eric who nodded.

"Yes," he admitted.

I was sure that by the end of this whole week, I would either die in the arena, or die of embarrassment by the look Finnick was giving me at the moment.