A/N: So, this is the last chapter I am posting for now and I only got this out cause Hop3lessR0mant1c was helping me. ENJOY!

Pastel paled. "WHAT?!" She demanded.

Indigo pointed a knife at her in a threatening way. "Look, Mother and Father will be so busy planning your wedding, they'll forget about Cato's wedding for a while and that should be enough for the two to fall in love."

Pastel shook her head. "But why should I be the one getting married. Why can't you get married?"

Indigo glared at her. "Because I said so. Any other problem?" Indigo rubbed the knife against her nails. The sharp end gleamed and the blade looked shinier than any other.

Pastel gulped. "No, not at all. I can't wait to get married!" She squeaked. Alex rolled his eyes as Indigo smirked and patted Pastel's head. "Good girl. Now, we have to find a guy for you. Any dude in mind?"

Pastel wrinkled her nose. "I don't really have a boyfriend, you know."

"Well, sweetums, you don't have enough time to get one. We'll just find a random guy, good-looking and rich, and get you married to him. How hard can that be?" Indigo shrugged.

Pastel gave her a look of disbelief. "Have you lost your mind? I'm going to spend my entire life with my husband! You can't just get me married off to a random guy!"

"You aren't really helping so I'll have to take matters into my own hands." Indigo answered. "Besides, if he hurts you or something, I'll kill him. You have nothing to worry about."

Pastel smiled weakly. "Yeah, sure. Nothing to worry about at all. Lovely."

Alex rubbed her back. "I know the perfect guy for you. He's tall, handsome, strong and all that jazz."

Indigo leaned forward. "Well, spill the beans! Who is this perfect chap?"

"Darren Van Devine." Alex answered.

Pastel scrunched up her eyebrows. "Who's he?" She asked. "I've never heard of him." She didn't notice the sly look on her sister's face. Indigo clapped her hands. "He's perfect! Good going, Alex!" She gave him a high-five.

"Who is he?" Pastel asked again.

"He's the Academy's Head Trainer's son." Indigo said quickly. "He won the 72nd Hunger Games and is a trainer at the Academy as well. He's known for his viciousness and feistiness."

The color had again drained from Pastel's face. "Then he's perfect for you, Indigo. Not me." She added a soft, "He'd probably kill me in my sleep."

"No he won't. I've heard he's quite the romantic. Searching for the perfect girl and all." Indigo grinned. "And everyone in the District knows that Pastel Irone is the only girl who comes close to perfect. So, he'll be delighted to marry you!"

Alex nodded in agreement. "And I bet you would have the cutest kids." He added.

Pastel shuddered. "He's known for his viciousness and feistiness? How in the world am I-"

"Relax Pastel." Indigo cut in. "You'll meet him tomorrow morning. You'll flutter your long eyelashes at him and viola! He'll be on his knees in no time, begging you to marry him!"

Pastel didn't answer as Indigo and Alex talked about the various achievements of Darren Van Devine. She sighed slowly, hoping that this Darren person wasn't as vicious as her siblings were painting him to be.

Darren arrived early the next morning. Pastel nearly fainted when she saw his cold, blue eyes and spiked, black hair. His face was tanned and he was wearing the trainer's uniform for District 2. His muscles were well defined through the red and black shirt. Indigo greeted him with a wide grin and he missed the mischievous glint in her eyes. He gave Alex a simple nod and Cato a small smile. Pastel didn't step into the living room until Indigo politely excused herself and went storming up the stairs. "What are you doing in your room?!" She yelled when she saw Pastel sitting on her bed.

"I can't go down there!" Pastel shouted back. "He'll kill me!"

"No. He. Won't." Indigo gritted her teeth. "Get your ass down there."

Pastel shook her head stubbornly. "Nuh-uh."

"Pastel! We are doing this for our baby brother!" Indigo flung her arms into the air to emphasize her point. "Think about Cato."

Pastel frowned and then took a deep breath. "Fine, fine. I'll go downstairs. Even though I'm sure Darren will snap my neck in two when he finds out I'm the only one in the family who didn't go to the Academy."

Indigo ignored her and pushed her out of the door. She dragged her to the living room and then smiled broadly at Darren. "May I introduce, my younger sister, Pastel." She said and pushed Pastel forward. Pastel swallowed hard before managing a nervous smile. "Hi." She whispered.

Darren raised an eyebrow and gave Pastel the once-over. He stood up from where he was sitting and smiled a cold smile. "Hello, I'm not sure I've met you before. Did you go to the Academy?"

Pastel looked at Indigo who was sending her death glares and then looked at Alex who was urging her to say something with his hands. "Answer him." He mouthed.

"Uh, yeah, about that..." Pastel began. "Ikindofdidn't."

Darren nodded slowly. "That explains why we haven't met. I'm Darren Van Devine. Call me Darren."

"And I'm Pastel Irone." Pastel shook his outstretched hand. "Simple Pastel will do."

Indigo grinned. "Well, Cato and I have to go somewhere, so we'll talk to you later!" She exclaimed and then grabbed Cato's arm before pulling him out of the room. Alex looked at the entrance and quickly winked at Pastel. "Yeah, I have to go somewhere too." He ran out of the room as well leaving a near-tears Pastel and a confused Darren behind. Pastel sniffed while Darren turned to look at her. "Are you crying?" He asked in a skeptic tone.

"No." Pastel sniffed again. "I'm not crying." She admitted bitterly.

"So, what do you like to do?" Darren sat on the sofa while Pastel looked at the entrance to the living room, hoping Indigo or Alex would come back for her. But of course they didn't, they were just as cruel as the male sitting in front of her. After a while, she finally decided to sit down and answer his question. "I like to cook new things." She answered.

"Cook things?" Darren was trying not to laugh. "Are you serious? What are you, a four year old?"

If there was one thing Pastel hated, it was people who acted as if she was a child. "Well, it's not my fault you're stuck with me. I'm not the one who called you to my house. Indigo did. And if I was rude, like you, I would've ditched you already. You'll have to bear me or you can just leave. And right now, I'm not liking you very much so I might just ditch you." She said and then folded her arms over her chest.

Darren was surprised. No one had ever told him to leave their house. And no one had ever talked to him like that. He narrowed his eyes. "What did you say?"

Pastel instantly realized what she had said and mentally slapped herself. Oh, she was in for it. "Um, I said that... that... ifyoudon'twanttotalktome,youcanjustleave."

At the moment all Darren wanted to do was walk out of the house. How could Indigo even expect him to be friends with her girly sister? But something made him stay. He didn't know what or why, all he knew was that he wanted to know more about Pastel. After all, she was the first girl who had stood up to him.

Darren gave Pastel a bored look. "You really want to say that to me?" He asked.

Pastel looked up from her lap before squaring her shoulders and nodding. Darren pursed his lips and nodded. It seemed as if Pastel was very eager to get rid of him...

"Indigo!" He called out. Within seconds Indigo appeared in the doorway with an anxious looking Alex trailing behind her.

"Listen, I think it would be a great idea if I stayed for dinner." Darren suggested with a smile. Pastel couldn't believe it. She gave Darren a look of disbelief before squeezing her eyes shut.

"That would be perfect." Indigo exclaimed and gave Pastel the thumbs up. Then she dragged Alex back upstairs. Darren turned back to look at Pastel with a devious smile. Pastel glared at him before getting up off the couch and stomping away like a two year old. Darren, like an annoying brother, followed her out and up the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked with a smirk.

"Somewhere, far, far away from you." Pastel mumbled and continued up the stairs and toward her room. As she walked down the hall, Cato passed by. He shot Darren a look that only a very protective little brother could give before heading down the stairs. He was going over to Brutus's house once again with a package. Of course that wasn't his only reason for accepting his father's request eagerly. He wanted to see Mint again. Slowly, but surely Cato was starting to realize he wasn't getting Mint out of his head anytime soon. She was like a breath of fresh air for him. He could think around her without being afraid of his thoughts... and he liked that.

"Hey, where are you going?" Alex asked as he saw Cato.

"Um, to Brutus's... I have a package for him from dad." Cato answered a bit nervously.

Alex raised his eyebrows at him before smiling and sliding something into Cato's hand. When he looked down, Cato saw a White Lilly.

"What's that for?" He asked Alex as he gripped the flower.

Alex simply winked. Cato nodded slowly and said goodbye to his brother before heading outside. He walked as fast as he could to Brutus's house and by the time he could see it, he was practically jogging. When he got to the door he took a deep breath and fixed his tie. He knocked twice and waited patiently, hoping Mint would open the door. Instead, Brutus answered the door.

"I have a package for you, sir. From my father." Cato handed the white package to the elder man. Brutus took it in his hands and set it down before beginning to shut the door.

"Wait, sir." Cato said quickly. Brutus gritted his teeth, but opened the door again. "Yes?"

"Um, is Mint home?" He asked.

Brutus's face paled. "And what interest do you have with Mint?"

Cato swallowed hard. "I, uh, just wanted to say hi."

Brutus bent down, his face only inches away from the blonde victor's. "Stay away from my niece. She ain't anything but a piece of dirt."

The color drained from Cato's face but he managed to say, "No she isn't. If you knew her better, you would know that she's an amazing person."

Brutus licked his bottom lip. "What relationship do you have with her?"

"We're friends." Cato answered.

"Just friends, eh?" Brutus asked. "Keep it that way." And then he slammed the door shut.

Cato sighed before turning around. Just as he was about to leave, something hit the back of his neck. Cato looked up and grinned when he saw Mint waving at him from a window. She placed a finger on her lips indicating for Cato to stay quiet and then gestured towards the back. Cato frowned and then nodded as he realized she meant the back door. He quickly walked to the back side of the house and a while later the door opened. Mint slipped out and smiled before engulfing Cato in a warm hug. Cato smiled too and wrapped his arms around Mint. "Wow, you act as if we're long lost friends, meeting after years."

Mint pulled away and shrugged. "It has been a while, don't you think?"

"Yeah." Cato answered and then handed Mint the Lilly. Mint blinked twice, gazing at the Lilly in wonder and then looked up. "What is it?"

Cato raised an eyebrow. "It's a Lilly, they're a type of flower."

Mint looked at the flower again. "It's beautiful. Thank you." She said and gave Cato a kiss on the cheek. Cato turned bright red. "W-what was that for?"

"Aren't you supposed to thank someone by kissing their cheek?" Mint asked. "That's what my mother told me."

A small smile appeared on Cato's face. Mint clutched the Lilly and then leaned closer. Cato could smell chocolate and roses as Mint whispered, "Good bye, for now. I'll see you in the afternoon."

Cato nodded. "Definitely." He promised.