I'm Yours, You're Mine Chapter 28, a hunger games fanfic

Thank you Selena Gomez and the Scene. This song is from Selena's album "Kiss and Tell".

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.

"Awww, you two look sooooooooo CUTE together! Phil, come get a picture of this! The others in the Capitol would love this. It's positively ador- VICTORIA!" Leona screams and ducks out of the way as a knife whizzes across the room, narrowly missing her head. Well, she's got only herself to blame. First off, how the hell did she even get in here? Second, she just can't take a picture of Marlin and I sleeping together. Third, everyone knows I sleep with a knife under my pillow for protection. Or at least Marlin, Finnick, Annie, Mags, my sisters, and Liza do. "Leona, how did you get in here?" I growl, very much annoyed.

"Liza gave me her key. And don't throw knives at people, it's very rude," she says, sticking her nose up in the air. Marlin stuffs his fist in his mouth to keep from laughing. "Never mind rude. Wouldn't the proper word be... deadly?" he asks, snickering. "Yes, that's ever so funny, young man. " "Leona, why did you wake me up so early? We don't have to leave until three o' clock!" "You have to do your talent film! I hung your dress in the closet. Now get dressed."

My prep team fixes me up, mermaid-braiding my hair and putting on eyeshadow to match my jade-green dress. When I come out, Marlin wolf-whistles and the prep team is reduced to giggles. I go downstairs, where I'm told to pick a song from the cabinet of music. Naturally, hmm... I clear my throat and make sure the cameras are ready.

How you choose to express yourself
It's all your own and I can tell
It comes naturally, it comes naturally

You follow what you feel inside
It's intuitive, you don't have to try
It comes naturally, mmmm, it comes naturally

And it takes my breath away (away, away, away)
What you do so naturally (turally, turally, turally)

You are the thunder and I am the lightening
And I love the way you know who you are and to me it's exciting
When you know it's meant to be
Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally
When you're with me, baby
Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally
Ba-ba-baby

You have a way of moving me
A force of nature, your energy
It comes naturally (you know it does), it comes naturally
Mmmm, yeah

And it takes my breath away (away, away) every time
What you do so naturally

When we collide sparks fly

When you look in my eyes
It takes my breath away

(You are) You are the thunder and I am the lightening
And I love the way you know who you are and to me it's exciting
When you know it's meant to be
Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally
When you're with me, baby
Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally
Ba-ba-baby

Everything, baby, comes naturally."

When I'm done, everyone claps loudly. "Now go pack your bags, both of you!" Leona scolds Marlin and I. "You go up, I have to make a call." He trudges up the stairs. I shoo everyone out of the kitchen. "Hello, this is the Capitol Embriodery Service. How may I help you?" a friendly-sounding female voice says on the other line. "Hi, I need to order some things." I tell her what I need. "And where do you live? We have to send it to you via post." "Oh, I'll have someone come pick it up." "What is their name? I don't want to give your ordered items to a thief!" "Oh, let's just say he's quite... famous. You'll know who I mean when you see him." "...Okay. Thank you for your business, and have a nice day!"

I walk back up the stairs. "Is Leona the babysitter from hell or what?" I whisper in his ear as I grab my toothbrush and my deoderant and thow them into the bag. "ViVi, please take off that dress. That color is making me sick!" Marlin groans. "Y-you don't like it?" I stammer. He always compliments whatever I wear, and he never has anything negative to say. So why say it now? "You look great, but that color... my tribute uniform..." Oh, this must remind him of his arena. I go to the closet to change, and step out wearing the beige dress I came home in.

I walk down the stairs to find Marlin waiting for me halfway down. "I remember that dress! You look beautiful." He kisses my cheek. I blush. "There are people watching us!" I complain. "Nah, they love it. They love it almost as much as they love their sick form of entertainment they call the Hunger Games." "Shh, they're still here! And you can bet this house is bugged."

We walk to the station in silence. "Are we both mentoring next year?" I ask when we'e on board. He makes a face and nods. Then he sighs. "I hope we get good ones. Getting weaklings or extremely arrogant muscle machines is the worst." I get an avox to get me a pen and a pencil. I have to write my speeches, after all. I have Marlin write the speeches for districts whose tributes I didn't kill. For the ones I killed, it's the same, except I add something personal at the end, like respect for their training score, or courage in the face of their death. I begin to write.

The next thing I know, I'm being carried by Marlin to my room on the train. He explains that it's eleven thirty, and that we're about four hours from District 3. "Can you stay with me?" I ask, like a child begging for its mother. "What, you think they gave me my own room? They probably installed cameras in our room so the Capitol sickos can see us sleep together," he says. I fall asleep, sheltered from bad dreams in his arms.