Louis
Louis sat down, for the replay of the reapings wondering how his family was doing. The last he had seen of his mother and sisters, they had been a wreck of tears. He hoped that they would be better now, getting ready for bed, going to sleep, to dream of sweet things, instead of nightmares like he imagined. He looked over at his district partner, who was sitting on couch next to him, staring straight ahead, her focus unmoving, like she was off in another world. She was almost seventeen, he knew her from home. She had once dated his friend, and she was a nice girl. He couldn't imagine her ever killing anyone.
He studied her, realizing just how skinny she was. She hadn't always been as skinny as she was now. He thought that maybe her family hadn't been able to get much food lately. He imagined what it would be like, hugging someone as skinny as her. With her bones sticking out, and poking you. It wouldn't be a very comforting hug.
She had two brothers, one younger and one older. He wondered if she had ever taken any tesserae. Tesserea are like money that you can get if your family is struggling for food. The only people who have the option of receiving it, are those of ages 12 to 18. The cost for tesserea? More entries of your name, into the reaping. And although Louis thought that her family never seemed to be the kind who were in danger of needing it, her current weight said otherwise.
Louis had taken tesserae every year since he was eligible. With four sisters and a single mother, he was the man of the house and always felt the need to provide and protect. None of his sisters were even eligible for it. And even if they were, he wouldn't let them. Not with a cost like that.
After another minute or so, the screen in front of them lit up, and the replay of the reapings began. He watched and winced in fear, at the enthusiasm and confidence of the district one male tribute. Typical career, he thought to himself.
When they got to district two, Louis found himself, unable to move his eyesight from the curly haired male tribute. Something about the way he walked, the way he strode to the stage. He seemed like such a typical career, but somehow not. Something about him, was.. Different. Louis couldn't put his finger on it, but all he knew was, he couldn't wait to see the boy again, and in person.
Niall
Niall sat thinking about his mom. How he would show her and the rest of Panem that all that fighting, really would pay off. That he would be a winner for his family.
He hadn't been paying attention to the screen, until he heard a voice speaking. A voice that made everything else disappear.
He focused himself to the screen and seen a fit, seventeen year old boy standing on the stage. He suddenly had a feeling.. A weird one. It went through his whole body. Like a wave of warmth. Stopping in his stomach and twisting it. Making him feel the way he felt only one other time in his life.
He was eight. They were put into the same class and the second he had seen her, Julie was her name, he got butterflies and she became the only thing that mattered from then on. He told his mother about her, but she shoved it off, telling him he was too young for love. But he knew, that it could be nothing else.
By the age of nine they were best friends. They were glued to each other. He'd fight off anyone who tried to cross her.
They were twelve when it happened. When her name was called. It was the first reaping they had been eligible. And that was all it took. One slip with her name on it.
One.
And somehow, someway, her name was picked.
And she was taken away from him.
He had to watch her, his best friend and the only person he had ever loved, be murdered. Trapped in an arena to be slaughtered, while others cheered for her killer. He wanted to volunteer, to go with her, and make sure she didn't get hurt. That was all he wanted. But when he began screaming for her safety, the words "I volunteer" were not among the many words that came out.
And now this is how the boy on the screen made him feel. This boy. That was the problem. He didn't have these kind of feelings for other boys. But he knew that he had to become allies with him, some how, some way. He had to make sure that, unlike Julie, the boy with the name Liam, lived.
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