You and Peeta are being sent out on the chariot for district 12. ??:" District Twelve!" you and Peeta heard as your both sent out on the chariot, turning almost every single head as your capes and head dresses are burnin, yet you don't feel the heat. Cinna says something neither you nor Petta understand so you look at him and whisper You: "What did he say?" Peeta: "I think he wants us to hold hands?" Peeta whispers back and grabs your right hand with his left your fingers intertwining, after a while you notice you've been holding Peeta's hand a while and loosen your grip Peeta: "No, don't let go of me," he says as the firelight flickers off his blue eyes Peeta: "Please. I might fall off this thing" as Cinna and Portia are helping you off the chariot you notice you've basically been glued to Peeta this entire time and let go of his hand, you both massage your hands Peeta: "Thanks for keeping hold of me. I was getting a little shaky there" he says with a smile