Maysilee Donner was the most stuck up girl in town. From the merchant side of district 12, with rich parents who owned the sweet shop, it really isn't any wonder why she's so stuck up. I mean, compared to the rest of District 12 her life seemed like heaven.

But she wasn't that stuck up if you got to know her. She was sweet. She could be blunt, and gave unsolicited fashion advice, but she was sweet nonetheless - especially to you, her girl. You see- you were covey, born and bred, alongside your cousin Lenore Dove. You knew your uncles wouldn't approve of you seeing someone like maysilee (hell, they didn't even like haymitch for lenore dove, and he was a good guy!) And you knew Lenore Dove would probably flip if she knew about you two.

Similarly, Maysilee's mother would berate her if she found out she was sneaking around with someone from the seam, nevermind a girl from the seam. You two kept yourselves a secret, and you were okay with that. As long as it meant you got to hold eachother in the meadow, away from prying eyes, after making sure your cousin and haymitch hadn't already claimed the meadow for the day.

Maysilee sat with you in her arms, lined up against a tree. You rested comfortable between the girls legs, your back pressed to her chest with her arms around you, resting her head against your neck. It was peaceful- your guitar laid beside the two of you, in the meadow grass, and you two had already eaten all the gum drops that Maysilee had brought along for you. "I like this," she suddenly speaks up, her voice barely above a mumble.

"I like us. You know, me and you." Maysilee finishes her sentence.