A/N: Thank you, so much for the recent reviews on my first fanfiction. You don't know how much I appreciate your opinion. Anyways, I am sorry for the delay, but here is chapter two, Eye Contact. I really hope you enjoy this chapter, but.. If you don't, please give me advice on how to make it better. It would be greatly appreciated. I am sorry about the length; I will make the chapters longer in the future. xoxo
Chapter 2: Eye Contact
Prim POV:
Lately it hasn`t been busy in the apothecary, since district twelve is rebuilding and many are still in thirteen, but we have a few customers that come. Mother is usually busy with other things, so she usually leaves the apothecary to me, for now, since we haven`t had many serious cases.
A knock to the door brings me to my senses and I scramble to return to reality. I run to the door, opening it, shocked at the sight before me. Rory Hawthorne. Rory Hawthorne is on my step. With his dark ruffled hair, and gray eyes, and his smile. He is a spitting image of his brother Gale, with his tall structure and olive skin tone. I suddenly feel the need to fix my hair and put on some makeup.
`Hey Rory, how are you" I say in my most innocent tone, even though I am screaming inside. Then I notice that he is leaning against the railing and lifting his left foot in the air as if it is hurt.
"Oh my god Rory, are you hurt? Why didn't you tell me?" I bring him in the house, by the arm and lead him to the small room that is the apothecary. I sit him on the bed trying not to bump into his injured foot.
"Nice to see you too Prim," he said with a smirk across his face, god did I ever love when he did that. I could feel the heat from my face and knew if there wasn't colour in my cheeks now, there will be soon; I need to gain control, he was just my best friend right? I turned for the moment, and allowed my face to return to its normal shade. I grabbed a pair of latex looking gloves from the counter; I needed to be ready to examine this patient's foot, hopefully without the blushing part.
Rory POV
She turned from this innocent young girl, to this serious, independent woman. It made me love her even more. I could probably stare at her fresh face forever. She looked up, and I tried to make it look like I wasn't staring at her the whole time.
"So what seems to be the problem Rory?" She was so serious; I had to joke with her.
"Well, Miss Everdeen…" when she laughed she looked so pure. It takes everything inside of me not to take her face in my hands right now, and kiss her.
Prim POV:
He was one of the only ones to actually make me laugh on the job, I roll my eyes playfully as to signal that joke time was over. "Well… let's have a look at your foot shall we? Oh my…" he looked concerned at my expression.
"Is it bad?" He was obviously anxious, but tried to cover his concerns with a straight face.
"Well, it's not that deep, so it shouldn't be hard to remove…so-" Whn I looked up towards him, straight into his deep grey saucers. I instantly forget everything, and gazed at him.
Rory POV:
There they were those eyes again, you could just get lost into that blue. It wasn't a cold blue; it was more of a warmer tone, it was comforting. It feels so natural, maybe today is the right to tell her I love her…
She turned her head, back down to my injured foot. I only wished our moment had lasted longer. God Dammit, I should have made a move, Maybe it was good that I didn't. That would have made the few moments of her pulling the glass from my foot even more awkward then it should.
Her soft voice brought me back to the world. "So… um it shouldn't hurt to remove it"
"Oh… ahem, that's good. It won't hurt." Wow, good job, she is defiantly think something is up now, She probably even thinks that you are a coward now from the damn glass. I am just going to have to keep my cool; I only hope I don't use my girly shriek when she attempts to take the shard of glass from my foot.