you feel like home { dale + percy }

It was the night before my last reaping. A night that should have brought me endless relief. After tomorrow I would be free, free from the shakes of impending doom that was the hunger games. However, as I lay with my arm wrapped around Percy's shoulder under the twinkling stars of the night sky I can't help but feel the knots within my stomach grow. Because even though tomorrow would mark the end for me, Percy would not yet be safe and to be quite frank, that scared the shit out of me. More than the thought of my own name being called.

Percy meant the world to me.

When I was younger, when the dare club was at its most destructive, just before Flynn went into the games, I had never really believed that I would fall in love. Hell I was Dale Dixon, the boy who was more interested in pranking his friends, and affectionately bullying his family.

And then entered Persephone Volante.

Right from the first moment I meet her when she walked into my old mans burger joint she had made me feel things that I had never felt before. She made me nervous, but in a good way, and every time I saw her I could not help but want to see her smile and laugh. Even now, as we laid under the night sky, I felt the need to see her smile, trying not to think that it could very well be the last time.

"Percy," I whisper into the sky, turning my head slightly so that I could watch her face. "I don't think I ever thanked you for that day you came into Pop's store and ordered the 'Rack off, this is my Beef Burger Mate.'" I smile to myself, I could still see that first smile she flashed me.