Katniss Everdeen stood anxiously in front of the large bathroom mirror when she heard a door swing open. Heels clacked against the bathroom floor, and Katniss tried to not make eye contact in the mirror. She knew who it was, though.

It was Bella Swan.

Bella was a frail little thing from District 6. She hadn't shown much of herself in training, not that she had many skills to showcase. Bella didn't need much strength, though; she'd already won everybody over. She was feminine - or at least more feminine than the other female Tributes - and any boy she'd talked to was immediately charmed. Bella was also a bit on the ditzy side. Everybody liked her nonetheless.

Everybody except Katniss.

Katniss found Bella annoying, and she'd made that very clear already, so Katniss didn't find Bella walking into the bathroom next to her very appealing. Katniss played around with a tube of lip gloss an Avox had handed to her.

Bella walked toward the mirror and stood right next to Katniss, their bare arms almost touching. There was an hour left until the Tribute interviews, and Bella wanted to look her very best. She played around with her hair. "Hey, Katniss," she said nonchalantly.

"Hey, Bella," Katniss said. The words came out as barely more than a whisper. She was nervous for the interview, and she really didn't want to talk to any of the other Tributes at the moment.

"You excited for the interviews?" she asked, still playing around with her hair. The way she was changing her hair up, her stylist would kill her in no time flat.

"Nervous, really," Katniss replied.

Bella opened her mouth to say something, but then turned to the Avox who stood in the corner. "Can you leave for just a second?" Bella asked the Avox girl. The girl reluctantly left the bathroom. Bella's eyes narrowed at Katniss for a bit, and then she asked sweetly, almost falsely, "Can I see that?" She pointed to the tube of lip gloss in Katniss' hand.

Katniss handed it over. "Thank you," Bella said.

Katniss watched Bella apply the lip gloss with envy. Bella was so feminine. So pretty and girly and likable. So intimidating. She stood in her innocent white dress looking like a total goddess on earth. Katniss suddenly felt less pretty in her long, red dress that showcased flames when she turned. Katniss was the Girl On Fire, but Bella was the Girl That Nobody Could Deny.

Bella applied the lip gloss extra slowly. It was like a scene in a movie. And she knew what she was doing. Bella was a bit of a ditz, but she was not an idiot.

When she was finished, she set the lip gloss down on the counter and faced Katniss.

"You know, Katniss," she began, "we have a lot in common."

"No we don't," Katniss muttered bitterly. "We're not even here for the same reasons."

"Well, I think we do have a lot in common. And I think you can make it far."

"You really think so, Bella?" Katniss' voice was innocent and vulnerable.

Bella smiled. "I know so."

Bella stared at Katniss for a little bit, and then she leaned forward and pressed her glossed lips to Katniss'. Both girls closed their eyes as they kissed. This was an intense feeling. Neither girl had been kissed before, let alone by the same sex.

When things got awkward, Katniss pulled away. "Wow," she exhaled. "Your lip gloss tastes amazing."

Bella smiled again and headed to the bathroom door. "Good luck, Girl On Fire," she said. And then she left.

Katniss considered not killing her in the Games.

The End