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Started December 10, 2018 by Deleted user

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Lukas smiled softly, a light blush on his cheeks. "Here," He wrapped an arm around Julia's waist, making sure she could lean on him if needed. This is the closest I've been to a girl in almost a year…

"Thank you," she said quietly, relying heavily on him to stand. "We should be getting back. Haymitch is probably wondering where…" She stopped talking realizing how pathetic the words would sound. Haymitch was too drunk to even realize they'd both left.

"It's no problem, I'm happy to help," Lukas said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He led them back to the dining cart, pausing if Julia needed any breaks.

She gave him a grateful smile for the help and sat back in her seat. Haymitch was watching them.

"So…" he began. "Feeling better?"

Julia nodded and didn't look at him. "You should eat something," she told Lukas, taking a small roll for herself.

Lukas plopped down in his seat beside Julia, almost sinking into the soft cushion. "I will," he said, already reaching for one of the rolls that she had grabbed. They looked soft and doughy; almost exactly like the pastries his dad would bring home from the Mellark's bakery. His heart was hit with a pang of homesickness, and his hand faltered for a moment, before he grabbed another. Lukas would relish in eating as much as he could.

She noticed his brief pause and figured that he was as homesick as she was. Just thinking about it made her stomach twist. She missed her parents more than anything… for the millionth time that day.

Haymitch spoke up again. "So… what're your names?"

"Names Lukas," he said with a bit of edge in his voice. Shouldn't Haymitch know their names? They are District 12's chance of winning a Hunger Games. He took another bite out of the roll, which was perfectly warm and buttery. Not as good as the Mellark's though.

"Julia," she answered shyly. Her eyes kept darting around nervously, but she was glad that Lukas was eating.

"Well, Lukas. Julia. Is there anything you want to say?" Haymitch slurred.

"Yeah, how about stay sober?" Lukas said with a pointed look at Haymitch. God, he hated drunkards; always stumbling around, spilling half-truths.

Haymitch frowned. "You should watch your mouth," he mumbled, fitting Lukas's stereotype perfectly by stumbling from the car.

Julia looked at her lap until Haymitch was gone, then she raised her gaze. "That wasn't very nice," she said quietly, partially hoping that he wouldn't hear her.

Lukas sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Sorry, it's just," He looked anywhere but Julia. "I hate drunkards, and alcohol for that matter." Even the slightest whiff of the drink reminded him of her.

Julia nodded. "I do too, but that doesn't mean you have to sink to their level." Then she noticed he wasn't looking at her. Her ears turned pink. "Did… Did I say something wrong?" she asked quietly.

Lukas bristled. Was she implying that he was at the same level as a drunkard? "It's nothing," he said softly, hoping Julia wouldn't notice the fakeness of his tone. He didn't want to talk about this; it was just making his day sourer. First getting reaped, then his anxiety attack, and now a discussion on why he hated alcohol so much.

She looked up at him. "I'm sorry if I said something. I didn't mean to make you feel bad. Do you want me to go?" As if he'd spoken already, she stood and headed towards the door. Her small roll, the only dinner she planned on having after she threw up, was clutched in her hand. Great job, stupid. You just screwed up with the only person who probably wants to be allied with you. You're going to die just like Meg and Eliza and Margot… You're such a disappointment.

Shit. Now look at what you’ve done. You made Julia sad, now she won’t ever talk to you ever again. Great job Lukas, hope you enjoy this one, the voice inside his head snarled. Lukas dug out the bottle of pills from his pocket, popped two in his mouth and swallowed them dry before going after Julia. “Julia, wait!” he reached out and grabbed her arm, hopefully making her stop.

Julia felt Lukas grab her arm, and she gasped in surprise before turning around to face him, her eyes wide. She swallowed nervously. "What?" she asked quietly. "Did I say something? I'm really sorry…"

"No, I should be the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have said that, I shouldn't have let my feelings get to me, I shouldn't have pushed you off when you were just trying to help," Lukas glanced at her, and then back down at his shoes. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Julia was quiet for a moment. She was a little shocked that he had come after her and apologized. She wasn't very accustomed to that, but she determined that it was nice. She cupped his face to lift it and smiled gently. "It's alright. We both clearly have a lot to know about each other." And not a lot of time. She pushed the thought from her mind. Quickly, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek, then drew away slowly and blushed. "Sorry," she apologized shyly.

Lukas blushed. The place where her lips were tingled, and he touched it gently. He softly smiled, and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, his hand lingering a few seconds longer than it had to on her cheek. "Don't be," he said, the smile still prominent on his face.

She blinked before returning his smile. Suddenly something beyond Lukas caught her attention. The natural scenery had ended and was replaced with– "The Capitol," she murmured. Her voice had a hidden edge to it, partially anger and partially fear. There was no dominant emotion inside of her, just a mixture of the two and it made her feel sick. "We're here." Her voice was tight.

((Sorry I haven't responded! I thought I did :( ))

Lukas' head whipped around to see the tall buildings and the weirdly dressed people. The knot in his stomach tightened from realizing that all those people would be looking at him. And it sickened him to the bone. I'm not a thing to put on a pedestal and patronized. I'm just a kid.

"Julia, I don't want to go out there," he said, letting her into his anxiety a bit.

(It's cool!)

She looked over at him. His entire figure looked weak. "I don't either," she said, slowly putting her arm around his shoulders. "But if we want any chance of seeing our families again, we have to. Do you trust me?" She put her free hand in front of him.

Lukas tensed as Julia her arm around him, but soon relaxed. "Yeah," He wasn't lying; he did trust her. A lot more than her probably should, but it is what it is. Lukas took her hand in his.

With a fragile smile, she rubbed his back to calm him and walked towards the door. "Don't look at them when we're out there. Just look at me. Okay?"

Lukas felt comforted, and glanced at the window once more before looking back at Julia. "Okay," he said quietly.

She gave him a reassuring look before the door opened and they were flooded with lights and noise. Julia squeezed Lukas's hand. "Don't think about them, focus on me," she reminded him softly.

Anxiety shot through Lukas like a bullet, and he struggled not to look at the flashing cameras or the screaming Capitol residents. Instead, he fixed in Julia like she said, and tried to block out the noise or the thought that thousands of pairs of wyes were looking at him, or that every single movement he was making was being recorded on live TV.

Lukas intertwined their hands together and squeezed gently. I just want to get away from here.

Julia led the way quickly through the crowd. Eventually, they found themselves in the lobby of a huge building. She looked him over. "Are you okay?"

"I-" Lukas took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. It didn't work. "I don't know." His anxiety had spiked, and he felt extremely uncomfortable out there. The little ball of nerves had knotted again, and his hands began to shake.

She closed his hands in hers and pressed them together. "What helps calm you down?" she asked worriedly, searching his face for clues.