I do not own, this of course belongs to the wonderful Suzanne Collins.

I turn to my best friend Lissa and giggle excitedly. Announcement? That's what Miss Daley had said. There was going to be a special programme on later before an announcement.

Then Caleb, a boy sitting in the row behind me, said he'd heard something about it being about the wedding. Rory turns to me and winks, asking what it's like to be the sister of the girl getting her dream wedding in a 'special programme'. He knows as well as I do that this was never Katniss' dream. Still, I blush all the same, and politely tell him to shut up. I turn back to Lissa with a smile to speculate about the dress.

Katniss' wedding dresses are the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Cinna is so talented and I just love everything about his designs. I don't know which one she's going to wear, of course, but out of the six ones from the shoot I'd pick the dreamy cream and pink one with roses and ringlets.

Lissa sighs.

"I just love that one with the pearls, don't you? It's gorgeous!"

"Yeah," I agree, "They're all so pretty."

"I reckon I'd look dazzling in it, don't you?"

Lissa Minton is the daughter of the school's head teacher, so, yes, she can be a little selfish and shallow and she is one of the very few spoilt kids in District 12, but we get along well enough.

"You look pretty in everything," I say earnestly.

"Ha! Sure. But you, Prim, you're so beautiful. What d'ya think, Rory?"

He lifts his head and for a brief moment I catch a glimpse of red cheeks, but then it's gone and he just says,

"Yeah. I guess."

I don't know what to think about boys. There are the smart ones, the annoying and immature ones, the kind-of-cute ones who aren't really very nice and the weird ones, like Kellan, from my History class who just sits at the back and spouts important dates when he gets asked questions.

And then there's Rory.

I mean, I've known him for much longer than Katniss has known Gale because we're the same age and he's in my classes. We used to get along, but now it's so much more complicated. What with the whole situation between my sister, her best friend and her fiancée. It seems so strange, thinking that she and Peeta are going to get married. He's really nice and funny and I know he really does love her, but Katniss never wanted to get married at all. Never. It was the one thing she was sure of in her life, and now I'm so scared for her. That she's going to get hurt or something.

But now I see Rory around a lot more- he's normally doing the rounds for his mother and we get through so many bandages and towels and sheets and well, whatever we can find really, that need washing when we're treating people. They're stained crimson and normally don't come back completely clean, but Hazelle does the best she can. We all do. Most days, my mother has run out of medicines and bandages and whatever we need to treat people with, so we're just left with water from the taps or snow. This is never enough, especially with the warmer weather creeping in. She used to send me out sometimes with Katniss to collect plants from the woods because I'm more accustomed to what they look like, but now even the woods are forbidden. Katniss more than proved that when she 'slipped on some ice'. I just wish there was some magic solution. A happy ending. That would be the best.

"Prim?"

But even the best isn't enough sometimes.

"Prim?"

I should never have gone there that day. Then it wouldn't be so confusing. I don't know if things have changed between us. If we've crossed that bridge between friendship and romance and we can't get back. I heard Katniss describe her and Gale like that once.

"Primrose?"

But we're 'so young', Katniss would never approve. Neither would Mother.

"Primrose Everdeen?"

All because of that stupid kiss...

"PRIMROSE EVERDEEN!" Rory shouts.

"Huh? Sorry, I was just thinking."

"About what?" You. Us. If there is an 'us'.

"Nothing. What is it that's so important that you have to deafen me?" I say, annoyed.

He shrugs. "Don't ask me. Lissa here wanted you."

"Oh. What was it?"

"It doesn't matter," she says, smiling. "So, what went on between you two then?"

"What?" we ask in unison.

"Exactly," she says triumphantly. "What happened? Come on, tell me."

Fantastic.

"Nothing!" He says. I glance at him. "Nothing happened, Lissa-"

"Actually, there was this one thing," Interrupting him, I lower my voice to a whisper. "You know how you like Harry? Well, I heard, from Rory, that he likes you." Her cheeks flush pink and I carry on. "He told Rory in the strictest confidence, mind."

"Really?" She muses over that for a few seconds. "Excuse me, Prim, I'll be back in a minute." I laugh and Rory touches my arm lightly.

"What did you say to her?"

"None of your business," I tell him.

"So, what have you got next?"

"Rory, it's last period on a Friday. I've got the weekend, what about you?"

"Oh yeah. Not sure, I think I might stay here, I mean, can you imagine? Two whole days, alone with Daley. I've got to say, it's hard to turn it down, but I think I might have to go home."

"Okay, Rory, whatever you say."

"Are you free?" He sounds less cocky now, less sure of himself. I think it's sweet.

"Right now?" He laughs and I do too. "Yeah, probably. Saturday evening sound okay?" He nods. "What do you want to do?"

"Let me think about it." He grins and I can't help but return the smile.

Primrose Everdeen, you've got it bad.

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