This is my first ever Hunger Games Fanfic...I've been thinking about it for a while now and have it loosely planned out, but I'm writing as I go for the most part. Enjoy, I guess...R&R.


"Hey, Sky!" my cousin, Riegan, shouted from behind me.

"Rieg, I'm right in front of you," I said, rubbing my ear.

"I know," he said. "I just thought I'd make you deaf." He smiled.

"I just thought I'd make you deaf," I mocked.

"I just thought I'd make you deaf," he mocked back.

We went back and forth until it wasn't words anymore, and we were very loud.

"Other people are here, too!" Rieg's brother, Kyle said.

"He started it," I said at the same time that Rieg said, "She started it!"

"No, I didn't!" we both said in unison. "If you hadn't started mocking me," Rieg said, at the same time I said, "If you hadn't yelled in my ear…" and it was a jumble of words after that.

"STOP!" my dad, Gale Hawthorne, interjected. "I do not care who started it; I am going to end it! This is our first day in Four, and we're not spending it fighting."

"Aw, it was getting to the good part," Rieg's dad, Rory Hawthorne, whined.

"Rory!" Rory's wife, Eleanor Rhees-Hawthorne, said, smacking him on the arm.

"Well, it's true," Johanna Mason-Hawthorne defended.

"Hey, Sky," Rieg whispered, making sure no one else could hear. "On three, sprint to the beach, okay?"

I nodded once. "Okay," I said. "One."

"Two," Rieg said.

"THREE!" we both said before running full speed in the direction of the lake. Of course I was really, really fast, bit Riegan was faster; just a little bit faster. Of course he was faster.

I don't believe we've met. My name is Skyler Hawthorne, and I'm 15 years old. My parents are Johanna Mason and Gale Hawthorne, and they tend to fight a lot. I have a younger brother, Jace, who is 14. My cousin is Riegan Hawthorne, who is only 9 months older than me (now 16, who I hang out with a whole lot because I don't really make friends. He is the only person I actually consider a friend, other than Finnick Odair (the son, of course), who is my best friend, and has been since I met him. I still remember the day. Riegan's brother is Kyle, who is older than my brother by a couple of weeks. I would have liked him if he didn't talk trash about people behind their backs.

"Beat...you...again," Rieg said, panting, hands on his knees.

"Only...by...a...second," I said, copying Rieg.

"Swim?" he said.

"Let's go now," I said. "The water's still cool."

So we headed into the ocean of District 4, waiting for the rest to come. Even when Fall's almost over, District 4 is still warm-ish. We swam further than anyone dared to even try to go. Except, of course, Finnick and Annie Odair. It earned us some terrified and awed stares from some teens the first time we went that far. I still remember what I said: "Yeah, yeah. We're not too scared to go out that far. Big deal!"

I was born in District 2, but Dad was originally from District 12 and Mom was from District 7. I've been to Districts 1, 2, 3, 7, and 11. We didn't do much in District 1. Nobody we knew lived in District 1, so it was pretty dull, except for the spear throwing. District 2 was okay, with the real good throwing knives, and the swords (which they said only guys can handle until I shut them up) to practice with. District 3 was the bomb! Literally. They have so many wires, your head could explode. Beetee was real nice to us, and even taught us a few tricks, which I mastered easily, but Rieg, of course, was better. This is our second visit to Four. The first time, I was mostly with Riegan and Finnick, and I visited Mrs. Everdeen a lot. She even took me to the hospital she works in to help out. District 7 was awesome, but I wasn't very good with an axe. Eleven was so hot! Even in Winter it was warm, but at least I know my edible plants. For some reason, Dad is too reluctant to go to Twelve. Every time it's brought up, Dad would change the subject, Mom would get mad, and a fight happens.

We swam to the spot where I met Finnick, hoping to see him there. I haven't seen him in over two years with all that traveling. I really hoped to see him there; I really missed him. You could find it if you walk or swim far enough, where the beach sand and the forest meet. I swam there with Rieg, thinking about the first time I met Finnick.


It was a sunny spring day, and the air was perfect for a swim on the beach. Mom and I were sitting on a beach towel-Mom in her favorite tan tank top and her black short shorts, and me in my favorite sky blue tank top and a blue, white, a very dark pink, and black baggy boy' shorts, with the black and pink as smoke or fog, and the white lightning outlined in neon blue-while the Rieg, Dad, and Uncle Rory were swimming, and Aunt Eleanor went to get our lunch and refreshments. My mom hated the water, was very afraid of it, because Snow had used water to torture her in the Capitol.

Of course, being Skyler, I went out to places I never knew so I can get to know them. I told Mom that I'd be back soon.

"You better," Mom had said. "We're meeting the Odairs in an hour and a half."

"Okay. Tell Rieg I'm gone 'cause he took too long, please."

"Got it," Mom said.

So I walked along the shore, occasionally coming across a shell or a crab. I walked for what seemed like hours without Riegan. I sighed. Things weren't as fun without Rieg.

I walked until I saw the sand fading to grass and trees. I was in a forest. I looked up to see a boy, not very old, about my age, about a head taller than me, his back turned to me. He had on a black muscle shirt, shorts a lot like mine, except his were white with complicated black swirls and lines. Without thinking, I stepped forward, and a branch snapped. Great. What happened to quiet, sneaky Skyler? He turned around very quickly. His bronze hair was falling into his blue-green eyes.

I flashed my winning, dazzling, pearly white smile. "Hey there," I said.

He flashed almost the exact same smile, except more flirty. "Hey," he said flirtatiously.

I rolled my eyes. "Great you're one of those guys," I said, no longer smiling. I turned around to walk away.

"What do you mean, 'one of those guys'?" he said, no longer smiling either. I think I offended him.

"I mean the flirty guys that always think, 'Oh I'm so hot, I can get any girl I want. '"

"Come on! Like you don't do that," he said.

"I don't," I said matter-of-factly.

He scoffed. "What about that smile you put on before?"

"Oh that?" I said, rolling my eyes. "I always put on that smile when I see people. It's called 'I'm gonna not hurt as long as you stay out of my bad side.'"

"Well you could win a Capitol audience with that smile," he said. He seemed like he hated the Capitol. "Any audience, really."

I looked at him weirdly.

"It was a compliment," he said.

"Yeah, I'm not a huge fan of the Capitol," I said. "But thanks anyway. You would win an audience too, I guess."

He flashed the smile again. "Thanks, but I'm not a fan of them either."

"Why?" I said.

"They killed my dad, and my mom went mad because she was in the Games. My dad was in the Games, too."

"The Hunger Games?" I said, surprised.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "What about you? Why don't you like them?"

"My mom was in the games, twice, and they tortured her, too."

"My dad was in the games twice, too!"

We had a moment of silence. I didn't know why, but I felt like I could trust him.

"My mom's not mad anymore, by the way. She's been sane since I was born."

"Well, that's good to know," I said, and I realized that I actually meant it.

I just remembered that I had to go back before it was too late. "Well, I gotta go. I have to meet some people."

"Yeah, me, too," he said. "See ya."

"Nice meeting you," I said. The next part came out before I could think. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Uh, yeah sure," he said. "You new here?"

"Yeah. That obvious?"

"No. I just haven't seen you before now. And girls hang out with me only because of my famous parents and, of course, my good looks." He said the last part a bit cockily, with a dazzling smile.

"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes. A smile playing on my lips. "That's the reason people want to hang out with me and my cousin. But we don't really make friends."

"Really? Why?" He said. "You seem nice."

"I'm not really nice. Trust me. And I scare people."

"Really? You nice to me now," he said.

"Because you don't seem like those people," I said. "And," I said, looking him over, "I like your style."

"I like your style, too. What would you say if I was one of 'those people'?"

"Boo," I said, with the face I always put on.

"You're right. That is scary."

"Yeah, I know," I said. "Well, I really have to go."

"Me too," he said. "See you around, uh …"

"I don't believe we officially met," I said extending my hand.

He shook my hand. "Finnick Odair. But people call me Finn."

"Skyler Hawthorne."

Then it hit us at the same time. "We're supposed to meet you," we both said in unison.

"Weird," I said.

"I know," he replied.

"You wanna walk?"

"Sure. And I'm supposed to show you around," he said.

We walked back to Mom and the rest of my family, eating and drinking without me. With Finnick to talk to, it didn't seem as boring as it was walking to the forest.

When we were closer to the beach blanket, my family just stared back and forth from me to Finnick.

Finnick leaned over to me and whispered, "Your family scares me."

"I know. They scare a lot of people. Don't show fear. Keep walking."

As soon as we reached there, Mom and Aunt Eleanor stared at me. "You made a friend," they said in unison.

"Yeah. I know," I said.

"So fast?" Rieg said teasingly.

"Yeah. So?" I said.

"Seems like a boyfriend to me," he teased.

"Seems like a boyfriend to me," I mocked.

"Seems like a boyfriend to me," he mocked back.

Well, you know where it goes from there.

"HEY!" Dad, Mom, Uncle Rory, and Aunt Eleanor yelled.

"As much as I would love to see where this goes," Mom said, "stop it."

"So is this usual for you guys?" Finnick asked.

"Yeah," I said, "but there's much, much worse. And you get to see it if you're close to us."

"And you do this all the time?" Finnick asked. I couldn't tell if he was scared, exited, or both.

"Yeah," Rieg said.

"It's like 'I love you,'" I said.

"Well you never do that with me," Kyle said.

I looked at Kyle. "Exactly."

Finnick was looking at everyone in the family. He looked a little mesmerized.

"Skyler!" Dad scolded.

"I was just messing," I said.

"We need to start packing and go now," Mom said.

"Can I help with anything?" Finnick asked.

"Yes. Could you put those in the basket for us, dear?" Aunt El said.

Everyone stared at her.

"What? I'm not allowed to be nice to this fine young man?" she asked.

"El, are you drunk?" Uncle Rory said.

"No. She's very funny when she's drunk," Mom said.

"We can confirm that," Rieg said, motioning to everyone cleaning up.

"I'm simply being nice," Aunt El defended.

"He's not my boyfriend," I said bluntly. "I just met him."

"Okay, then," Aunt El said, no longer unusually sweet. "Help us out, bitchacho."

Finnick looked at me. "Should I be offended?"

"Nah," I said. "It means that you're welcome in the family."

"Thank you..." Mom started. "What's your name?"

"Finnick," Finnick said.

Mom's eyes darkened. "Ugh. Another huge Odair fan."

"And this one was a big enough fan to actually name their kid Finnick," Aunt El said.

"Yes, my mom was, and still is, his biggest fan," Finnick said. "I'm sure it hurt her worse than anybody when he died."

"Please," Mom scoffed. "It hurt Annie worst when he was killed."

"Mom," I said.

"Nobody loves Finnick Odair more than Annie Cresta," Mom went on, ignoring me.

"Odair," Aunt El corrected.

"No one loves Finnick more than Annie," she was inching closer and closer to Finnick. Poor thing; you could see he was terrified. "Annie is Finnick's biggest fan!" she growled.

"Mom!" I said.

She took a moment to acknowledge me. "I'm sorry about that. It just gets to me, you know?"

"Yeah. I know what you mean," Finnick said.

"Oh, and Mom?" I said.

"Hmmm?"

"That is Finnick Odair Junior."

Mom's eyes widened. "Oh, I'm so sorry! That was completely out of line."

"It's okay. Really," Finnick said. "I get like that sometimes, too. And I know that you and my dad were like best friends."

"How's Annie?" Aunt El asked.

"She's doing great. She can't wait to have you over," Finnick said.

"Is she getting better?" Mom asked hesitantly.

"She's not mentally challenged, is that's what you're asking," Finnick said.

"Oh that's nice. I would love to finally meet Annie Cresta Before the Games," Mom said.

We finished packing and went over to the Odairs. Annie seemed perfectly normal and everyone had a good time. Finn, Rieg and I hung out a lot over the time we stayed in Four. We even paid some visits to Mrs. Everdeen.

When it was time to go to Seven, we weren't happy. Four had been the best district yet, and everyone wanted to stay.

"Come back to visit, okay?" Annie said to the four adults. Of course, Kyle and Jace were standing together. Those two are practically joined at the hip.

"Of course," Aunt El said.

"This could be the beginning of a very long friendship," Rieg said. He gave Finn a manly hug and stepped back.

"I'm gonna miss you guys," Finn said.

"We're gonna miss you too," Rieg said.

"Speak for yourself," I said to Rieg. "And I don't think calling you Finn would work. Everybody calls you Finn," I said to Finnick.

"Oh yeah?" Finn said.

"Yeah. I'm gonna call you Nick instead," I said.

"Well, then do I get a hug?" he said opening his arms.

I rolled my eyes and walked into his hug. It felt warm, almost brotherly. "I really am gonna miss you, Nick."

"Nick," he said, testing the name. "I like the sound of that."

"I know," I said.

Nick smiled and went over to Kyle and Jace to say goodbye.


We finally got to the spot, but Nick wasn't there.

I sighed. "Let's walk back," I said.

"Sky?" Rieg said.

"Hmmm?" I said.

"Do you like Nick?"

"What?"

"Do you like Nick?"

"Like that?"

"Yes."

"Rieg," I said, "I love him, but I'm not in love with him."

"Sure," he teased.

I shoved him. "I don't like him like that!"

"Okay, okay."

We kept walking until we saw a blonde girl, bruised and battered on the floor, inching back from a group. The group contained three guys and two very slutty looking girls, and they were laughing. Nick was in the group, but he didn't seem happy with what was happening. Neither did one of the other guys.

"We have to go there," I told Rieg.

"Please tell me you're not gonna fight," he pleaded.

"I won't fight unless I have to," I assured.

"Not very reassuring."

"Well, I'm not gonna sit there and let them try to beat me to a pulp!" I said defiantly.

"Good point," he said.

While walking, we saw Nick stop them and heard something like, "That's enough!" They all looked at Nick and snickered, except the other boy. I narrowed my eyes and balled my fists.

We stormed over to the group. "Hey!" I shouted. "Real brave there, ganging up on a girl like that!"

"She called us sluts!" Slut #1 said.

I looked them up and down. "I don't blame her," I said.

"Are you calling us sluts?" Slut #2 said.

"Well, I'm not calling me a slut, and I'm not calling her a slut," I said, motioning to the bruised girl.

"That is what got her ass beat, and your ass would be next," #1 snarled.

"Oh you scare me so much," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"People say we look beautiful," #2 said out of the blue.

"She looks pretty," I said, pointing at the girl on the floor behind me with my thumb. "You look easy."

They looked shocked that anyone would talk to them like that. "We look beautiful," #1 said. "Look at our faces!"

"Bitch please," I said. "I can wipe off at least 90% of your 'beauty' with a wet wipe."

"And you think you scare us just because you dress like that?" #2 said. I was wearing a tan tank top with khaki skinny army fatigues and tan combat boots.

"Uh, girls," Nick started. "I don't think it's a good idea to mess with her."

"Oh?" #2 said. "Why is that?"

"Do you even know who she is?" Nick said. "What she's capable of?"

One of the guys walked past the girls and stood in front of me. "Don't mind them," he said flirtatiously.

I arched my brow. "Who are you?" I said harshly.

"I'm Marcus," he said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "And that's Emmanuel," he said, motioning with his free hand to the other boy who didn't look happy about what they were doing.

"You about to be broken if you don't get off me," I warned.

"Feisty. I like them feisty," Marcus said.

Finnick was shaking his head and making a 'cut it out' motion with his hand.

"Look," I said. "If you want your hand whole, healthy, and attached to you, it's probably a good idea to get it off me."

"A little girl like you?" he scoffed. "Please. I'd like to see you try."

"No he wouldn't," Nick said to me.

"Shut up, Finn!" Marcus snapped. "I'd love to see you try that.

"If you say so," I said. "Don't say I didn't warn you." I grabbed his wrist and twisted, which made him to do a 180 turn and bend down with one knee on the ground. "I don't think you know me," I said dangerously. "I'm Skyler Hawthorne." Then I snapped his wrist. Marcus was howling in pain while cradling his wrist.

"You broke my wrist!" he said.

"Told ya," I said with a smile.

The sluts' and Emmanuel's eyes went wide. "That's the girl you told us about?" Emmanuel said.

"Yeah," Nick said. "Hey, Sky. Miss me?" he said.

I rolled my eyes. "Maybe."

The girls seemed shaken up after they saw what seemed to be a leader get his wrist broken.

I looked at Marcus. "Keep your paws off me, okay?"

I walked over to Emmanuel. "Tell your little friend not to mess with me, please," I said, though my face clearly said 'you better do what I say'. "And you might be alright with me if you be good." Emmanuel nodded. I patted him on his shoulder and smiled to show him that I meant no harm.

I walked over to the girls. "You look like sluts. I don't like you," I said bluntly. "And if I see you near her again, you will end up hurting ten times worse than her. Got it?" I said dangerously. They nodded frantically.

Finally, I walked over to Nick. "Hey, Nick," I said. I stood on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck. He hugged me back and squeezed me tight. "God, I missed you."

"I know," he murmured. "I missed you, too."

I pulled back, and saw Emmanuel stare at us in shock, Slut #2 looking at me with her jaw dropped, and Slut #1 eying me with jealousy. Marcus was just looking at Nick, rage plastered on his face.

"Hey, Rieg. Why so quiet?" Nick said. They slapped hands and man-hugged.

"No reason. I just didn't feel like stopping Skyler from doing her thing.

"You always stop me," I said.

"Yeah, but I thought that he deserved it. And you were too nice on him."

"Are you two...a thing?" Emmanuel asked nervously.

I shook my head. "Nick is my best friend."

Emmanuel looked confused. "Nick?"

"That's what she calls me," Nick said.

"Oh. Well, see you around," Emmanuel said. I could see Marcus give him a death glare.

"Grow up," I said to Marcus. "You don't control people. See ya, Emmanuel."

Emmanuel walked away, with the sluts and Marcus in tow.

I held out a hand for the girl. "Hi. What's your name?"

"Tyler," she said. She seemed very hesitant.

"We won't hurt you," Nick said.

"Sure you wont," Tyler said sarcastically.

"We don't bite," Rieg said.

"Unless you make us," I added. Rieg nudged me with his elbow.

"Just take my hand," I said.

"Why?" Tyler asked suspiciously.

"Why not?" Rieg said.

"People don't just show up to help," Tyler said. "That's not the way the world works."

"Well, then change the world," I said. "We won't hurt you, Tyler. Come on."

She finally took my hand and I helped her stand. She seemed to be limping, so I put one arm around her waist and put her arm on my shoulders.

We made it home to Victors Village.

"Bye, Nick. Tell Annie I said hi," I said.

"I'm coming with you, Sky," he said.

"Rieg," I said, "are you coming?"

"Duh!" he said.

So we went into my house and Tyler lay down on the couch, her sore leg on a pillow. I went into the kitchen to get an ice bag for her leg and her eye. Nick went to get some cream for her bruised arm.

"I'm sorry about what happened," Nick said. "I should have stopped them."

"It's fine," Tyler said. "It never would've worked anyway."

"This might hurt," I warned Tyler before touching her arm. "A lot." I rubbed in the cream slowly, and she was visibly wincing in pain. "Did they do all this to you?" I asked, a little angry.

"No," she said. "It was only Marcus, Brianna, and Nicole. Finnick and Emmanuel didn't lay a finger on me. But it was mostly from my dad," she said.

"Why?" Rieg asked curiously.

"Because I'm not a boy" she said bitterly. "And I'm not the slutty type or the girly type either."

"That's just sad. Who would do that to their own kid?" I asked in disgust.

"He's not my real dad," Tyler said. "My dad died in the war, before my mom even realized that she might be pregnant. My mom died while giving birth to me. Once I came to Four, I was sent to a community home, and I got adopted. My mom is very wonderful. She accepts and loves me, but my dad; he has never treated me like a human. I was always a punching bag, a piece of trash, or a slave to him." She said the last part very bitterly.

"I'm so sorry," Nick said. "I didn't know."

"Well, Marcus knew and so did Brie and Nikki," Tyler said. "I don't know about Emmanuel, though."

"Where do you live?" I asked.

"Why?" she asked suspiciously.

"I want you to spend the night here," I said. "I'll make sure to ask you mom."

A smile played on her lips. She told me the address, and Rieg offered to go. He came back two hours later with some pajamas and a change of clothes for Tyler. I eyed her clothes and pjs in approval. "I like the way you dress" I said.

"Thanks" she said. "But it's kinda the same way you dress."

"I know" I said. "That's mainly why I said it."

At that moment Dad walked in. As soon as he saw Tyler, his eyes widened. "Skyler! Tell me you didn't do that," he said, his eyes still on Tyler.

"Give me some credit," I said. "First, I wouldn't be this harsh, unless you make me. Second, I like to do damage internally; less bruises and more pain. You know that"

"She didn't do this to Tyler," Nick said.

"She helped me," Tyler said. "There was this group, and she scared them off."

"Thank you, Tyler," I said, pointedly looking at Dad.

"I'm sorry," Dad said. "I know you, but you are the most violent person I know." He looked out the door and ducked, then something flew over his head and crashed into the wall, breaking on impact. "Next to your mom, of course" he said a bit shakily.

While we laughed-even Tyler laughed-Mom came into the room and gave Dad a kiss on the cheek.

"Mom, Dad, can Tyler spend the night here?" I asked hopefully. No one has ever slept over at our house. Not even Nick.

"If her parents are okay with it," Dad said.

"Rieg already asked her mom," I said. "She's got what she needs."

"And," Rieg said, "she said Tyler can spend the day with us, too."

"Oh, okay," Mom said. She looked at Tyler. "You can spend the night here, bitchacha."

Tyler looked offended, so I leaned over to her and said, "Welcome to the family."

"Don't worry," Nick said. "It's nothing offensive. It means that you're welcome in the family."

Tyler visibly relaxed.

"Skyler, Tyler," Dad said. "That rhymes."

"And they have the same style," Mom said. "They could be best friends!" Nick visibly tensed at that.

I stood up, walked the two feet to Nick and hugged him. He hugged back, but was still tense. I pulled back, an arm still around his shoulders. "Nick is my best friend," I said. "No one else." I felt Nick relax.

"I'll help Tyler to your room," Rieg said. "You should say goodbye to Nick. It's getting late."

"Uh, No!" I said. "I don't trust you in my room by yourself. You'd probably set a trap or something." I started helping Tyler up.

"I'll get her stuff," Nick said.

"I'll get the ice pack and cream," Rieg said.

As I walked Tyler into my room, I realized that she can either sleep on the bed, the floor, or the couch in the living room. I thought about it for a moment before laying her on the bed. "You take the bed," I told her.

"What?" Tyler said. "No. This is your bed-"

"Which I'm letting you use," I interrupted. "It's only one night."

"We could share the bed," she offered. "It's big enough for three."

"Just sleep on the bed," I said. "I'll take the floor."

"Why the floor?" she asked. "I could take the floor. I'm pretty used to it."

"That harsh, huh?" I asked.

She nodded. "He mostly does that when my mom's not around, so she won't be there to stop him."

I snorted. "Spells coward to me," I said. I got her under the covers. "Goodnight, Tyler."

"Goodnight Skyler. And thank you. For everything."

"I'm feeling generous today, I guess," I said. "Now go to sleep. You'll heal better if you sleep." I had a lot of lessons from Mrs. Everdeen.

"Yes, doctor," she said sarcastically. "But I need my pjs."

I smiled. "I like you," I said. "We might be really good friends." I was walking out when Nick walked in. I had a feeling he purposely came in late to let us talk.

"Where do I put this?" he said holding up the small duffel bag.

"You can put it in the closet," I said. I walked out and went into the living room to wait for Nick.

He came down a minute later. I stood up. "Thanks for letting us talk," I said.

"That obvious?" he said, smiling.

"Nobody takes that long to get a bag of clothes," I said. "Why'd you do it?"

"Maybe you'll make great friends with her," he said. I could sense some negativity in his voice.

"Jealous?" I teased.

"Maybe," he admitted.

"The famous Nick is jealous?" I said, trying and failing to lighten up the mood.

"It's just that she's a whole lot like you," he started. "You have the same sense of humor, same style, you like to do the same things, she even likes songs from hundreds of years ago just like you, she can play guitar just like you, she can plat piano, she can dance, and she even has a great singing voice. She's more suited to be your best friend than I am." He looked down and fiddled with the chain on his neck. I gave him that chain, and I have one just like it that he gave me. He said the next part more quietly. "She's more like you than I'll ever be. She's practically you in another body. I'd be proud to call you my best friend. Being your best friend is a huge honor."

"First of all, Nick," I said, "I know it's an honor, and it's an honor that you have." He still wouldn't look up. "Look at me, Nick," I said. He looked up. "I know she's a lot like me, okay? But I don't want my best friend to be just like me. I want my best friend to be just like you, Nick. You know, being your best friend is an honor, too."

His gaze shifted back to his necklace. He fiddled with it again. I pulled on mine. "Look at this, Nick," I said. He looked at my necklace, then back at his own, then back to mine again. "What is this?" I asked him.

"A necklace," he said matter-of-factly. "Duh."

"And what's that?" I said, taking hold of his necklace.

"A necklace," he said again.

"Shut up," I said, smiling. "I'm not stupid."

"I never said you were," he said back.

"You were thinking it," I said back.

"Ah. Well played," he said. "What about the necklaces?"

"They're proof that you are my best friend. No one else, okay?"

He nodded.

"Come here, Nick," I said, holding my arms out. He stepped into the hug, and we stayed like that for a couple minutes. "I love you," I said.

"I love you, too," he said back. "Always."

"Wait a minute," I said. I pulled back quickly and looked at him suspiciously. "How did you know all those things about Tyler?" I asked.

"Uh..." he stammered. I could see him blushing madly. "I gotta go. Goodnight!" He turned to bolt out the door, but I caught his arm.

I grinned wickedly. "Stalker," I teased. I leaned in and whispered, "Does the famous Finnick Odair Jr. have a crush?" He pulled back.

"Pffft. No," he made a miserable attempt at scoffing. I stared at him hard. "Maybe," he said. I grinned at him slyly.

"Don't worry, Nick," I reassured. "Your secret's safe with me."

"Thanks, Sky," he said, hugging me. "You really are my best friend."

"I have been since over two years ago," I said. "You're realizing that now?"

"Shut up. I'm trying to be sweet," he said.

I laughed. "I promise not to tell anybody about this. You trust me, right?"

"Well," he said, "You are a very, very convincing liar."

"True," I said.

"But," he interjected, "you take your promises very seriously. So I trust you."

I kissed him on the cheek and hugged him. He hugged back with a squeeze. "Goodnight, Sky," he said softly, kissing the top of my head. "Thank you."

"Goodnight, Nick." I pulled back and walked him to the front door. I opened the door. "Now get out of my house."

"See you tomorrow?" he asked hopefully.

"I better," I said. I closed the door as he started walking away.

I smiled secretly. "Your secret's safe with me, Nick," I murmured while walking to my room to set up the floor for me to sleep in.


That turned out to be longer than I thought it would be. I can't promie you I would update chapters as long as this, but if it's too long, let me know by reviewing on PM me. This is my second story ever. I won't update again until I get a certain number of reviews telling me to go on. Review please. :)

Also, I might do a Q&A for my characters, but only if you submit questions. Bye. :)