Hello, and welcome to District 2: the summer fanfic i will be updating throught out, well, SUMMER:D

If you are new to this and have never read any of my work thus far, I recommend that you start off with CINNAMON BREAD. It picks up right after Mockingjay and it will make a lot more sense to begin with the first "book" then to read this one which is considered the twisted "third book". Got it? Cool? See ya in Cinnamon Bread;)

To all loyal readers.

Welcome back! Long time no see, eh? Have fun reading this, as always, my writing improves through out the "book" and you will love it!:D

Enjoy...

"This way," Gale whispers, pulling me along through the trees.

His bow rests neatly over his shoulder. He crouches down behind a brush and points out the deer in the distance.

"Double shoot. You and me." He directs.

"I can't shoot a deer, you know that."

He looks me squarely in the eye. "Time to try."

Gale takes me hunting every Saturday. When I first met him we made a deal—I would make him bread while he taught me to hunt in exchange.

"Rissa..." he hushes. My blonde ponytail whips over my shoulder as a lie onto my stomach soundlessly getting a better view of our target. I have gotten pretty good at it-hunting. I don't shoot as accurate as Gale, yet, but I manage. He found me a bow and sheath of arrows for a wedding gift and now here we are outside the fences of district two with the breeze at out back and a stream rushing by.

Quickly but quietly, Gale slides his bow over his shoulders. "Grab your bow."

I slide mine over my shoulders as well but barely rustle the leaves underneath my body. The deer looks up from grazing and senses our presence. Gale gives a low hum and we freeze.

It's so quiet. I press my eyes closed and grit my teeth knowing that I may have just give up our hiding spot. Still I reach for an arrow behind my back and lodge it into my bow and wait for a signal.

The deer looks around and steps farther away.

"No," gale mumbles to himself in total concentration.

He stands up from his crouch and moves in closer concealed by the trees. I gently move to my feet but stay in the same spot. He silently fixes his arrow and signals for me to shoot.

I stand up, aim, and let the arrow fly. The deer's head shoots up. Gales bow does the same. His arrow lands precisely in the iris, but my misses and grazes an antler before finding a spot in the tree behind.

I let out a huff of defeat and grab another arrow, but almost have it in the position before my hand slips and the arrow flies without my consent. It scrapes gales arm but then finds a place in the neck of the deer.

"Wah!" Gale staggers back.

The deer falls limp, dead.

"Gale!" I run to him dropping my bow, but he is laughing. Hunting is the only time where he is himself. Not the stern strict man towards other people. Just Gale. The one who only talks and treats me with an innocent tone.

"Gale?" my voice tweaks. His laugh is too contagious and before I know it, I start laughing as well.

He fell into the deeper part of the stream. From his waist down, he is soaked. The laughing resides and he catches a loose arrow floating with the water.

I hold out my hand. He takes it graciously until I see that sly smile. Just when I figure it out, he falls back and pulls me down as well.

I let out a shriek and my foot dislodges a pebble and I fall under the water, my sheath crushing under me. I come up gasping and find Gale staring at me.

He points and laughs. Again. I love his laugh. I wring my hair out in front of me and protest, "That's not fair!" I manage to say with a straight face.

"Hey," he throws his hands up, calming down. "It was an opportunity I have been waiting for." he smirks.

Distraught, I stand up and gather my broken arrows. Gale stands up as well and I turn to him.

"Apologize." I mask my smile.

"Okay..." he let's out. "I'm sorry."

I raise an eyebrow.

"What now?" he whines. "Are you going to kiss me or not?" he hesitates for a second out of sarcasm.

"Fine then." I shrug and turn around to step from the water. There is a rustle behind me and I am flung around. Gale picks me up and spins me around, as he kisses me.
He sets me down, and looks me in the eyes. "Better?" he whispers, our foreheads pressed together.

I bite my lip in a smile. "Nope." and I shove him. He stumbles for a bit until his foot dislodges from under him and he falls on his elbows, submerged under water. He comes up and shakes his messy hair.

"Mmm, better." I smile matter-of-factly.

"Ooooohhhh? Is that what you want to play, huh?" Gale jumps to his feet and tackles me as I walk upstream.

"Gale!" I scream in a tangled laugh. We tumble into the shallower water and he pins me under his body, flicking water into my face.

"Stop! Stop it." It would sound more convincing If I wasn't already laughing my head off.

I manage to wriggle under him until we come face to face. Good thing I'm shorter then he is. "What are you going to do about it ms. Rissa Bennett?" "That's Rissa Hawthorne to you." and I take his face in my hands and kiss him.

When we break apart, his gray eyes meet mine and his face is dripping wet from the water.

A bigger smile creeps onto my lips and I splash tons of water into his face. He jolts up and staggers back.

Oh the fun we have together.

Awww, isn't that just C.U.T.E.? :D

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