AN: LOL, I'm writing a Hunger Games fanfic while listening to a Hunger Games parody while glancing up at the Hunger Games trailer, fantasizing about the Hunger Games movie. If your wondering what hapened to the Homecoming Dance, I might do a oneshot of it if you guys want.

It can be possible that rain can fall,

Only when it's over our heads

The sun is shining everyday, but it's far away

Over the world is death.

-All the Right Moves by One Republic

*Flashback*

"You're visiting me before I leave for the games, right?" I begged into the cell. "C'mon Apollo, pleeeease?"

My bestfriend chuckled. "I'll be mentoring in the games too." He replied.

"Yeah...but please? Apollo seriously it's my birthday in a few days, everyone is coming for the party. Hitch a ride with Avra or Amethyst, maybe Carleson might be nice enough to pick you up." I pleaded.

"Serenity, I've got a few things to do before the Games. I'll see you in two weeks anyways, I'll give you your gift then." He said into the phone.

"But it's not the same," I protested. "This is my fifteenth birthday we're talking about here."

Apollo sighed. "I will be the same thing next year up until eighteen, then at twenty one."

I gasped. "You better attend those parties. It's only me you and Haymitch so far that will be able to throw these huge parties and Haymitch hates crowds and you'll just want to go to a club. You have to come to mine!"

"I'll see ab-"

Suddenly the sound of shattering glass came from the other room. My head immediately snapped up. Melinda was doing the dishes in the kitchen. I ran over there as fast as I could, silently praying nothing happened to her.

"What's wrong?" Apollo asked urgently through the line. It sounds like he heard the shatter.

I stopped dead at the entrance to the kitchen. One of the stained glass plates Melinda and Wave got as a birthday present was all over the floor. And in standing next to it was Wave holding Melinda as she sobbed into his chest, punching it as she kept screaming 'no.' I had never seen Melinda upset before and seeing her like this scared me.

Wave's expression was solemn but he was no where as worse as Melinda. I dropped my phone in shock. "What happened?" I whispered, scared to even know what could make them...like this.

"Avery." Wave nearly chocked. His voice was cracking. "Peacekeepers in Twelve found her this morning dead. Someone murdered her last night."

*End of Flashback*

In this grave lies Avery Raza, victor, friend, loved one.

Born December 24, 3026, Died May 19, 3053

Even in the summer, District Twelve felt bitter cold. Victors old and new were gathered around for a last goodbye to Avery. Second in history. Not something I wanted to witness.

I was holding onto Apollo as he smoothed his hand over my hair over and over again. He swayed me back and forth during the ceremonies as I cried silently. This wasn't the ideal way I wanted to spend my fifteenth birthday.

"Happy birthday." Apollo says.

"It doesn't feel so happy." I stare at the floor.

"They're still be a party, and I'll come." I knew what he was doing, trying to cheer me up. Avra and Melinda were planning to have it in the Capitol, a few days before the Games but I refused. Didn't want one.

"Don't you get it?" I hissed. "It's unimportant. I want Avery back, nothing more nothing less."

"We all do." Apollo sighed. "It looks like Haymitch decided to come."

Although, and I knew, Haymitch didn't like the victors that much, he liked Avery. But Avery looked after him, made sure he didn't get into any trouble. Helped him when no one else was there. And though he wouldn't admit it, Avery was his only family. I knew she cared for him. He cared for her. And this must make him feel tabooed. Basically, everyone he came close to was killed. It was terrible to think that someone could feel that way.

The second I saw him I hissed at Apollo. "He's drunk. C'mon, before he makes a scene."

Apollo nodded and joined me as we rushed over to Haymitch, stagerring, holding onto a tombstone and clutching a drink. He looked joyed to see me. "Serenity!" He slurred. "Are you here for the party."

"Haymitch this isn't a party, it's a funeral. Avery's funeral." Apollo said seriously.

"Apollo, go tell Melinda that I'm taking Haymitch back to his house. He's obviously wasted." I sighed. "Tell her to meet me there after. Haymitch, c'mon, I'm taking my car back."

"Are you old enough, love?" Haymitch asked, stumbling so he could whisper in my ears. I could smell his alcohol tinted breath as it lingered against my skin.

"I'm fifteen, I need an adult, which would be you." I say and help him into my early brithday present from Melinda, Wave, Avra, and Calypso.

The ride back was silent except when Haymitch finally got some sleep and snored softly. A little after it started to rain. It was pouring by the time we got into the victors section of District Twelve.

As I got out the rain damaged my hair and soaked my dress but I still needed to help him out. He could easily slip and fall and hit his head and possibly die. Don't want that happening.

I shook him gently, after tucking a wet strand of hair behind me ear. "Haymitch, get up." I murmured.

After I managed to get him awake he stared at me, which made me uncomfortable. "Have I ever told you you're fucking beautiful?" He asked me, his voice masked by his own drunkness.

"No, and I'd like to keep things that way." I rolled my eyes.

He looked at my face and tilted his head sideways. "Were you crying?" He stumbled oer his words.

"No. It's raining." I informed him. "Makes everything wet."

He completely ignored me and touched my cheek, making me flinch. "...because if anyone made you cry, I'd kill them."

I was slighly amused at this point. "And why would you kill them?" I swear, this was like talking to a toddler.

"Firstly, love, because you don't desere it. You're too...nice...and pretty...and smart. Aaaaaaand you saed my life...and pretty." He babbled.

I felt my cheeks flame up. Drunk or not, did he really feel that way about me? "Oh really?" I mused.

"You know what I've always wanted to do?" He asked me, making me shrugg. His hand found the small of my back and he pulled me down, until his lips were touching mine. I pulled away immediately and instinctively but he just pulled me down again.

His lips parted with mine and soon I was getting dizzy. He tasted like the tequila he was drinking earlier. He led me through the kiss because apparently he had loads of experience while I had zip. And the second he decided to bring his tongue into the equation, I pulled away.

I sighed, "You're drunk." I told him. But I had to keep this in mind, he's not a Wave kind of drunk, he's a truthful kind of drunk. And reckless. I have to remember reckless.

"And you're mesmerizing." He whispered.

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Haymitch was clueless about what happened that day. I only told Amethyst which left her stunned.

But not as stunned when I found out my tribute was Elaina Potter. I had to mentor the bitch and I swear I beggged Wave to switch tibutes with me but he wouldn't. He said I had to learn to deal with it like every other mentor.

And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse the night before the games changed me. Amethyst and I were rooming in a hotel when she screamed my name at full pitch, "Serenity!" It was filled with shock and fear.

She handed me a magazine and the second I read the headline I dropped it. This can not be happening.

AN: Sorry it's short but next chapter will be longer and more interesting.