OK, so like I said before, Elizabeth is preparing for the 88th Hunger Games. But to have a Hunger Games, you need 24 Tributes, and I've decided that my readers are going to create the people. Get the details on my Profile; toward the bottom (KEEP SCROLLING!)

Chapter 2: A Plan to End All Plans

*NEWLY UPDATED JANUARY 10, 2020*

So, I'm standing outside the restaurant with Luke.

OK, now I'm sitting. In other words, my brain and my body are on different pages as to what I am doing. My brain has gone blank, except for the fact that Luke is the son of Katniss and Peeta. He's the boy that I was told to demolish, to destroy violently at age three. I can barely make sense of it. Luke seems to like me, and I have decided that I like him. We've barely known each other for more than an hour, and yet it seems like we knew everything. We were forbidden to love each other. That was true if we decided we were in love.

"Elizabeth, are you alright?" Luke asks.

"I feel sick," I reply.

"I do too. I…I just can't get over the fact that you are Cato Hirsch's daughter. You seem nothing like him. You seem nothing like Clove either." He responds.

"Sometimes I don't even believe it. But maybe I am like them. I did flip a boy two years older than me over my shoulder. I did threaten to kill you." I reason.

"And how could I not see that you were Peeta's son? You looked like him to me the first time I saw you. I'm sorry I was acting….diva-like before. It's in my blood. My parents were divas too." I explain.

It doesn't make me sound any less stupid. Now it's my turn to blush. Yes, Elizabeth Hirsch, daughter of killers, the strongest, fastest girl in District 2, is blushing over a boy. And it was a boy from District 12 for that matter. Oh, if my parents could see me now.

If I got Reaped, and he did too, I would be totally, 100% dead. Our parents would get together just to discuss how stupid the two of us were. I'd pull a Peeta and fall in love, practically sacrificing myself. Or worse, I would act like my parents and not only try on multiple occasions to kill the other tribute from my district, but also everyone else in sight. Suddenly, the plan hits me like a smack to the face.

"Luke! I know how we can be together, and get our parents together again! You've watched your parents on the Games, right? Well, we'll do what your dad did- he confessed his true love for your mom live on air with Caesar Flickerman. We, meaning you, will be doing your interview, and then when the subject of your parents comes up, and it will, you'll chat about them for a second and then get the conversation over to their alliance with my parents. Then you say something about how you've always wondered more about Cato and Clove's daughter, and now that you've found her, you want to love her and never let her go!" I exclaim.

I am practically giggling right now. Giggling! Oh my god, what the hell is wrong with me?

"What if we don't get Reaped?" Luke asks.

I think for a moment. "Well, then you volunteer. I'm sure there aren't many people in your district that want to go to the Games, so you volunteer. I'll do the same." I reply.

"Well, what if you don't get there in time? From what I understand, in District 2, boys and girls fight each other just to be able to be the first to volunteer to go to the Games." He adds again.

"I am easily the fastest and strongest girl in this whole district. I can beat them up there just as easily, and then we'll be in there together, protecting each other and honoring our parents. When the four of them see their kids kissing up and down the Arena, they'll have to get together to talk about ways to make us stop loving each other or whether they agree to let us love or separate us. It's perfect. We'll be the image of love-struck teens. We'll go beyond being star crossed lovers. We'll be…deliciously in love," I continue.

I realize I'm ranting on and on now. He doesn't entirely look convinced.

"In love… you've already decided you are…deliciously… in love with me?" He laughs. "And if I am terrified of going into the arena? You know this isn't as easy for all of us as you're making it out to be for you."

"Of course I am! My mother always says that it is best to fall fast and know how to get up then to never know what it is to fall over, and not understand how to get up. If I'm not in love with you, then I might as well die an old maid and never be in love!" I murmur. He doesn't say anything for a long time, and the silence is deafening.

"I can take care of us in there. And there is still time before the Reaping. You can try to gain some skills, too."

"My parents won't be thrilled about this. They hate the Games."

"Well...I can't argue with that. This is your decision. But I am volunteering. I have to. And if you aren't there with me...I'll admit I love you, anyway. I'll live and die loving you. I don't blame you if you don't want to be there. You've only just met me. But I am doing this."

He pauses, thinks it over. I can almost see the gears in his head working.

"Then it's settled. We'll be so in love people will scream hysterically when they see us kissing!" He shouts.

He adds the loudest scream I have ever heard in my entire laugh for emphasis. People turn and stare at us. We let them stare, making sure they catch a quick glimpse of us. We're basking in their attention, negative or positive. Then I do what any lovey-dovey teen girl would do. I grab Luke by the collar of his shirt and pull him down the street after me and down to the right. We're in an alley now, but it's just where we want to be together. He flips me around against the wall and kisses me passionately. It's our first time practicing. And this is only the first date!

Being deliciously in love would be the plan to end all plans. It will be our start to an entire life together.