A/N: Heyyyyy! So this is my FIRST FanFic and yah that's pretty much it : ) Reviews are always welcome weather there bad or good : ) so yah Thanks for reading!
Aubrey's POV
"We shouldn't be here. Not now. Not this close." Amelia, my fourteen year old cousin whispered with pleading eyes. She was my dearest friend and cousin even though we were three years apart. I knew she would regret coming into the woods with me. Its not like its illegal, but, she finds it frightening. If I didn't come into the woods everyday to hunt I would be frightened too. You never know when you could run into some wild dogs or a bear, just like mother. Luckily I always have my bow just incase its needed.
"Shhh! He wont see us if you would just be quiet!" I regretted saying that after the words escaped my mouth. It came out a lot more harsh then I intended it to.
I knew we shouldn't be spying on him, but he was such an amazing painter! His colors and brush strokes were so precise! I had never seen someone paint such a beautiful painting. Even my dads paintings didn't compare to his. He was painting the sunset with bright pinks, oranges, and yellows. It looked exactly like the sky right now. Perfect. Amelia tapped me on the shoulder forcing me to listen to her.
"We should get going. Its getting late our parents will be wondering what is taking us so long."
Shoot! I totally forgot we left to go get some bread from the bakery. We slowly started backing away until…CRACK! A twig snapped under Amelia's feet.
"Who's there?"
The boys neck snapped back and his dark brown hair revealed his shinning blue eyes. They locked with mine for a moment until I turned and bolted into the village with Amelia. We ran out of the woods, down the road, and into the bakery as fast as we could, locking the door behind us. We both slid down and hid behind the counter for a moment, catching our breath. I snuck a peek out the window to see if he was following us, but to no avail. Amelia was first to break the silence.
"Pheeww! That was a close one Bre!"
My full name was Aubrey but everyone called me Bre. "Lets not do that again. We might get caught next time and who knows what he would do to us for spying on him." I just nod in agreement still with a lack of oxygen.
We quickly get some dinner rolls and head back to the house. It was only a fifteen minute walk to the Victors Village. I was just reaching for the door knob when it opened.
"Bre! Amelia! We were starting to get worried about you two! What took you so long?"
My father questioned us luckily Amelia saved me from answering.
"Oh we just ran into a friend and lost track of time."
My father didn't believer her, you could tell from the look in his eyes, but he did not question it. She looked at me and without a word I knew I owed her.
"Well our guests will be here any minute! You two better get cleaned up!" My Auntie Prim chirped. I've never seen her without a smile on her face. I was told she wasn't always like that.
When the Capitol was defeated and President Snow was killed, she couldn't bear the sight of District twelve and moved with my grandma to District four to help build up hospitals. They stayed there until District twelve was completely remodeled excluding the Victors Village. They had come to visit for special events including my parents wedding. They finally moved back but they were not alone.
Aunt Prim had brought back Logan Calder, now my uncle. He worked in the hospital with Prim. She had gotten married only a year after they had moved back to twelve.
Three years later, Amelia Hope Calder was born. I loved her from the moment I set my eyes on her. She was the most beautiful baby I have seen. She had strawberry blonde hair, a mixture of her mother and fathers, green eyes like her father and a smile like her mothers. Not a year later my brother was born. Kyle Finnick Mellark. He was name after my very brave uncle who fought in the rebellion. He isn't really my uncle but his wife, Annie, and his son, Dustin, were as close as family. They were also coming for dinner tonight.
Me and Amelia ran up stairs to change our clothes and fix our hair. I decided to wear one of my moms old dresses since we had never met my families friends and I didn't want to look like a slob when I did. She said it was made by her stylist, Cinna. He could work wonders with fabric. All of her dresses were made by him.
"Who is coming over tonight, again?"
Amelia questioned as I braided her hair.
"My mom said it was the Hawthornes. There is Gale, his wife, Felicity, and their son. I
don't remember his name, but, he's the same age as me. My mom said her and Gale used to be best friends but spilt after the rebellion because it was too hard for her too see anyone. They have been in town for a few days and will be moving here soon from District Two"
I recalled my mother telling me this a few days ago. I am just putting my dirty clothes in the hamper when I hear a knock on my bedroom door.
"Come in!" I shout.
"Why don't you look fancy? It would have anything to do with the fact that a Kris is coming to dinner does it?"
Uncle Finnick. Why is it that he all ways assumes I dress nice to impress guys? I mean, to some extent this time its true but its to impress the whole family not just Kris. Kris! That's his name.
"No Uncle Finnick it does not."
I realize my dad is also with him when he speaks up.
"Good. Your too young for a boyfriend."
Finnick chuckles.
"When you and Katniss where this age you were leading a rebellion. Not to mention sharing a room…"
This makes my dad blush ever so slightly.
"Dad, I'm nearly 18 I think I'm old enough for a boyfriend. But trust me you don't have to worry I'm not interested in any of the boys in Twelve."
My dad sighs in relief.
"Good I don't have to worry about you."
Finnick lets out a cocky laugh
"She hasn't met the Hawthorne boy yet."
I begin to blush. My dad notices and speaks up laughing slightly while being completely serious
"Don't get any ideas Bre."
" I wont." I squeak out. Then the door bell rings. "I'll go get it" and with that I rush out of the room to avoid another awkward conversation.
I open the door to a very tall man with dark hair that is has a subtle hint of grey and a petite woman with deep red hair.
"Hello. I am Gale Hawthorne. Is this the Mellark residence?"
"Yes, it is." I sheepishly reply.
"Then you must be Aubrey. As you know I am Gale, this is my wife Felicity, and my son Kristopher."
He slowly walks out from behind his parents and I stand there in shock. I wouldn't be surprised if my mouth is hanging wide open. I know the moment our eyes lock. Its Him.
