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Dedicated: jlmill9

Eric's POV:

I still wish Page and I had more time to spend together, but I realize that I should just enjoy the time we have together now, because our time together is numbered.

I'll make the best with what I have, and if that's Page, than I don't need anything else.

Alright, alright, enough with the sappy stuff, but I'm being honest.

I walked out of my room smiling as I pondered about how I'd keep Page alive, when I met eyes with Page.

She was trying to tell me something urgent, and I couldn't make out what it was.

I then looked at Finnick, who was sitting next to her, reading the news, when suddenly he dropped the paper and looked me straight in the eyes.

"It's time to start talking," he said, and I sat in the chair opposite to him.

"The interviews are tomorrow, and I only have one day to prepare you," said Finnick.

I nod, taking a bit of my toast.

"I was thinking that for you, Page, we would pull the pity card. Think of anything you must to gain respect with the audience, and make sure to leave them wanting more," said Finnick, and Page nodded, taking notes.

I rolled my eyes, and smirked as I thought that only Page would be taking notes in this situation.

"And Eric, the angle I'm going to try for you," said Finnick, with a sudden smirk, "Is puppy love."

I did a double take.

He couldn't be serious? Admit my feelings for Page in front of all of Panam, and a group of teenagers who wanted to kill me?

If the situation were different, of course I wouldn't mind admitting my feelings.

Heck, I'd tell anyone who'd listen! But in the Hunger Game?

"Seriously?" I asked, one eyebrow raised.

Finnick grinned.

"Look kid, I know that you're trying to the whole, 'tough guy' act, but let me tell you, it's not working. I don't think you have anyone in the entire Capitol convinced that you're rock solid. Don't get me wrong, you're a strong and intimidating dude, but it's the small things you do, like the way you look a Page, that convinced the audience that you're something different," said Finnick, "And we are going to milk that until the cow goes dry."

"Listen, I don't care what you do with the cow, and normally I'd have no problem with the angle you're talking about, but I don't want the other tributes to put a target on my, or Pages, back. Because then, I'd have a harder time trying to keep her alive," I say to Finnick.

"Wait, what?" asked Page, "Did you just say that you were going to try and keep me alive?"

I gulped

"Well, if the situation presented itself, then yes," I answer, a shake in my voice.

She narrows her eyes.

"You should be worrying how to keep yourself alive. I'm a big girl you know," said Page, who then stood up and stormed into her room.

I look at Finnick.

"Did I miss something?" I ask him.

He nods.

"Go talk to her, I'll go get Mags and we'll talk more about this later. Get Page, and meet us here in ten minutes.

I give him a nod and follow Page down the hall.

I knock on her door.

"Page? Can I talk to you?" I ask through the door.

"No! Go away!" says a muffled voice.

I use my spare key (which I 'accidentally' took from Claud's key ring) and opened the door.

Page's POV:

After my little 'talk' with Eric and Finnick, I slam my door and jump onto my bed.

I can't believe that Eric said that he would be trying to keep me alive. If anyting ever happened to him, and it was my fault, I would never forgive myself.

The truth is, that was my plan. To ensure that Eric became the stupid victor of the stupid 'Hunger Games,' so that he could live his stupid life.

Stupid!

"Page? Can I talk to you?" I hear, and I scream,

"No! Go away!"

I then hear the lock turn, and suddenly Eric's arms are wrapped around me.

"Page? What's wrong," said Eric.

"I don't want you to die, and it's stupid of you to want to protect me," I say, wiping a random tear.

I feel his arms tighten.

"Page, I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you," he said.

I almost laugh out loud. That was similar to my line of thoughts.

"Eric, I want you to live!" I protest.

Eric laughs.

"But I want you to live," said Eric, making the 'you' sound like he was talking about the best thing in the world.

"So I guess we'll just have to see what happens," I say with a sigh.

"I guess so...Finnick want's the both of us to go back now, because today is the only prep day we have," says Eric into my ear, and then Eric kisses me quickly and helps me up.

"Let's go," he says, and then I lace my fingers through his.

Eric's POV:

Once Page and I join Finnick and Mags, we start talking immediately.

"Okay, so once you enter, you will say something funny at first, and then turn serious. No horse play, got it?" asks Finnick.

I nodd.

"Then, we want you to talk about Page," says Mags.

That would be easy, I could talk about Page all day.

"After you mention her, the camera will be put on her. Page, you will be smiling at this point," said Finnick.

We then proceed to talk about what I was going to finish with, and what Page was going to say.

I was wondering why I would be the one to mention our feelings, because I mean, Page will be going first!

But I guess Finnick thought that I would be a better actor for some reason.

In all the Hunger Games, in the history of the world, no tribute has ever been together romantically.

Except maybe the two in the fiftieth, they were almost close to getting together, but then the girl died.

That guy was now a drunk, and I couldn't help but think that I would end up just like him if Page died.

I would be a shell of myself, an easy kill.

But if by miracle that I won, which I doubt would happen, I would be nothing but a broken drunk.

My family, Michel, my mom, my dad, would all want me to be dead, because if I was the one to survive, I would be horribly beyond repair.

I have nothing to really live for, except Page.

It's a bit ironic that the one thing I wanted to live for, was something that I would have to die for.

There were worst things to die for, don't you think?

Page's POV:

After our conversation with our mentors, I noticed that it was already the evening.

I went into my room and carefully locked the door.

I then jumped onto my bed and turned on the huge television, choosing the one channel that would let me see Eric's bedroom, and noticed that he was doing the exact same thing.

"Hey Eric," I say grinning.

Eric jumps up.

"Hey Page," he says nervously.

"Don't worry, I was about to do the same thing," I say, and he sighs with relief.

"So, some talk, huh?" asks Eric.

"Well, Finnick and Mags did most of the taking," I say, laughing.

"True...are you scared?" Eric asks in a small voice.

My grin fades.

"Yes," I admit.

"Do you want company?" he asks, and I grin.

"Of course, come on in," I tell him.

Eric turns off his television, and I watch as Eric gets off the bed and exits the room.

I unlock my door and see his handsome face.

"You look different in person," said Eric with a chuckle.

I laugh.

"Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?" I ask.

He just grins.

"I guess you'll never know," he replies.

I then sit on my bed and Eric gives me a lingering kiss.

"I hope we can still do this in the arena," says Eric in a soft voice.

I laugh.

"You are such a guy!" I say, and then kiss him once more.

"I don't mind," he replies, and then we continue enjoying our time together, and I knew that no matter how many times it happened, I would never be able to kiss Eric without being afraid that I would explode from the sparks flying inside.

A little bit sappy- but hey, they are in love, yell at them!

Silly teenagers ;)

-ForeverPotter17