Now, in district eleven things were.. Rough. Definitely were treated worst then the other districts, since their involvement in the war was higher then the other districts. Not a lot to go around.. So, parties like this upcoming one were surprising.

Prom.

Since you and Reaper's class was graduating, the Mayor's Son was hosting a prom event with some of the left over food from the Capitol. Reaper had gotten asked heaps of times, but kept rejecting everyone. One day, while stitching up one of Reaper's best clothes, he leans on your shoulder and gives a big Huff of air.

“I wish I had a date.”

Being unable to help yourself, you pointed out the fact that he had many dates and was just being picky. To which he rolled his eyes.

“No, I mean..” He sighed, watching your fingers move over the stitching lines to make sure they were secure. An old dress shirt from Reaper's father, who had passed in the war. It was now used for Reapings or possible nice attire. “I wish the person I liked would ask me.”

Confused, you turn to look at him. Reaper and crushes? Didn't add up.