A/N: Hey guys! So, here's a snippet of the next chapter, along with a request at the bottom for my reviewers! I'm sorry I haven't updated in ages.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.

Chapter Twenty Four

"Late at night, when everyone else were in bed, Finnick used to take me down to the square. He'd ride a bike and I'd sit on the handle bars . . ." Annie's eyes are distant, a dulerious smile on her face. She's captavated the entire foyer with her memories. She'd started just by rambling but her stories were so fascinating, everyone listened. "He used to tell me that someday we'd be able to show people how much we loved each other. Show them how much we care about each other."

Katniss stood at the back, leaning against the doorframe of the door to the office she'd wrecked trying to get information. She had never seen so much affection in someone's eyes before, so much desire and intensity. Annie Cresta may have lost her mind the day Finnick was shot but she never lost her love for him. It made her heart swell.

"He promised me that someday they'd let us hug in public," Annie sighed, playing with her brown hair. "That everyone could see that we were together. That he could shout how much he loved me from the rooftops and no one would give a damn but he'd keep yelling it over and over again so the whole of Panem were aware that he was in love with me, Annie Cresta, and that he didn't care if he looked like an idiot. He was a lovesick fool. But I didn't care, because I was one too."

Katniss hadn't realized tears curling up in her eyes until they obscured her vision. She stood up straight and wiped them away with her thumb. A part of her wondered what it would be like if Peeta said those sort of things to her. It was a ridiculous idea but it made her feel warm inside, like a little ball of fire had settled in her gut.

She closed her eyes and thought of him. When had she last since him now? When the clip got leaked of the sensory deprivation punishment? It reminded her of a poem Prim wrote for an English competition when she was ten. They had been given themes to choose from. Love, conflict or childhood. Prim had chosen love.

I see your face on the computer screen,

reminds me of the things you've seen.

I guess we both played a part,

but the smile on your face is like a knife in my heart.

She'd won first prize. For months after that, people assumed that Prim was a lesbian since she wrote about love because, of course, there was no way she was talking about a man. Katniss was the person who cleared it up, saying that her sister was not gay and was just writing about love on a whole.

A/N: So, this is all that I've got for this chapter so far and, I admit, letting you guys read this wasn't my initial intention of posting this up.

So, okay, here's the deal. One of my favourite authors is having her story copied word for word off into an alternate fandom. I'm sure some of you have heard of this horrible happening with ILoVeRynMar's story 'Ride Along'? I'm so disgusted that someone could actually do this that I'm appealing for my readers to help by going to this story:

s / 10052087 / The-Ride-adaptation

and reporting them for plagiarism. I'm so disgusted that someone could do this and have the gall to keep posting even though everyone has twigged on that the words in the chapters aren't the author's words. I don't even know why fanfiction hasn't taken the goddamn story down yet!

Please help!

~Cupcake