*Pouts* If you read this story and like it, please review! I only got 1 (numero UNO) review (GallagherGirl, you rock!) I know I should be happy about one…but my ego is much too big to trouble over that tedious little detail.

Anyways, here's the next part of this never-ending story (was supposed to be a one-shot)

Agent Double O Rory

Okay, I'll be the first to admit it. I like pretending to be a spy. I think its fun to walk around with an imaginary gun, humming various spy theme songs under my breath, and pretend to shoot the "enemy."

Hey, I'm a thirteen year old boy. What do you expect?

As I barrel-roll behind a pile of crates, I carefully construct my mission.

Agent: Rory -Head Crusher- Hawthorne (A boy can dream)

Objective: Obtain diffuser so that bomb (A.K.A. Katniss Everdeen) will not explode, harming innocent civilians.

Time Frame: One day.

Details: Bomb diffuser should be found in some girly clothing shop. Avoid Katniss Everdeen at all costs.

Yes, I know that's nerdy. A guy can't be cool all the time.

I cruise through one little boutique shop nonchalantly, though it was very obvious that I shouldn't be there. Not only is the shop mainly colored in various shades of pinks and purples, but the majority of shoppers are woman.

An old lady hobbles up to me, clutching her cane so hard that her fingers shake. I take a step back, thinking that she probably wants to get to the perfumes, but instead she just stands and stares at me with squinty eyes.

"Tabitha, is that you?" she says, hobbling closer. She smells like cats and a public restroom.

"Er - no m'am," I say. Tabitha? Who the hell is Tabitha?

She gives a teeny cough, the spray landing on my face. "I could've sworn you were my granddaughter." She gives my face a little pat. "You look just like her, young lady."

Young lady? Really? Did I seriously look that awful? "I'm a boy, m'am," I say uncomfortably, shifting away even farther.

She nods about ten times, fluffy little cotton ball curls bouncing, before saying, "Of course you are." One last pat on the cheek, this time more like a slap, and she hobbles away.

I can feel my face burning, though only a few people saw me. They are all staring curiously, as if they are searching for some clue that I actually am a woman.

Quickly, I set down the perfume bottle I had been holding and raced out the door, keeping my head down and away from the gazes of those stupid, idiot -

WHAM.

I fall right into something, bringing me toppling down. No not something….someone.

Primrose Everdeen's big blue eyes stare up at me with surprise, maybe even a little humor. She is pinned down under me, unable to move. Her body is warm under mine.

Quickly, I scramble up off of her, blushing. Great. Now people are staring at me out here.

I offer her a hand, and she accepts it gratefully. The shadows of the marquee do not hide her blush as she brushes the dirt off her skirt.

"I'm so sorry," I say. I know I'm blushing too - it's not everyday your lying on top of a girl like Prim (Well, actually, that was a first), and I can't say that I wasn't at least a teeny bit happy, under the stupid amount of embarrassment that came with that.

"It's okay," Prim says. She glances at the door of the store, seeing the purple and pink. "Um…what were you doing in there?"

This makes me blush even more - I probably look like a radish by now. Then I remember the gift - the gift that I'm getting for her sister. "Ah, well…" I flounder for a bit. Then make up my mind. "Well, you can't tell anyone, but Gale forgot Katniss' birthday."

For some reason, her mouth quirked up into a little smile. "You're kidding. He should know that she gets -"

"I know," I said quickly. I wasn't in the mood for another sob story. "Gale told me what happened last time."

She laughs lightly - it is the tinkly sort of laugh that you always hear about, but have never actually experienced. I didn't really know how to handle that sort of response from a girl. Usually, it was "You idiot!" or sometimes: "Hey, can you introduce me to your friend?" It did some funny things to my brain.

"Er-" My mind goes completely balnk for a moment, and I scramble for something to say. "What are you doing here?"

The question seems to have caught her off guard. She blushes a deep red all across her cheeks, and ducks her head down shyly. For a moment, she is silent. Then, hesitantly, she opens her tiny pink lips. "You can't tell this either," she whispers. Her eyes look unsure - big blue pools of worry.

I want her to trust me. "I won't, I swear."

She looks around guiltily, as if checking for eavesdroppers. "Katniss sorta likes Gale." She blurts this all very fast, eyes wide.

My brain flicks the off switch again. What? Katniss? Ice cold, shoot-'em-up, take no prisoners Katniss Everdeen liked my idiot brother? And not just like like. Actually lovey stuff.

"Are you serious?" I say, a little too loudly. A couple people glance behind their shoulders at us as they walk by.

She gives a frantic "Shhh!", crouching low. "I shouldn't have told you that," she says, wringing her hands. "I promised Katniss-"

"Your secrets safe with me." And I really meant it, unlike all the other times I had told that to my siblings or friends. This time, I really wanted to help Primrose Everdeen.

She gives a little sigh, looking sort of relieved. "Thanks Rory." And with that, she gives me a look before turning around and walking the other direction.

Once I realize that she's leaving, my mind unconsciously makes the decision to blurt out "Wait!" She turns back around, looking confused. My face heats with a blush.

Crap, what am I going to say?

My fat mouth makes the decision for me. "Um, maybe we could help each other look. You know, I can tell you what Gale likes, and you can help me with Katniss."

She internally debates for a moment, head cocked cutely to the side….Wait, did I just say cutely? Um, I meant to just say that her head was sideways. Yeah. Just sideways, no adjectives there.

Oh, who am I kidding? I want to get in her good books, right up in the front heading.

Her eyes show she has made a decision. Nodding once, she says, "Deal."

Inexplicably, my heart soars. I had Prim all to myself. Things like this never happened to a guy like me.

And I was sure as hell going to make the most of it.

Now. Click that button. Will it really kill ya?