Clove's POV

"Marvel! I'm bored!" I shouted.

"And...?" He questioned without looking up from his book.

"Let's go shopping!" I yelled.

"You...shopping?" He asked.

"Shoe shopping. I actually like it!" I yelled at him as I ran to get my coat.

"Ok...ok." Marvel gave up and came with me.

When we walked into town, I saw something that made me slow to a stop and stare.

"What's wrong?" Marvel asked. He came back and grabbed my hand. I looked at two people I saw walking down the street.

"Daddy! I want to go to the park! Can you push me on the swing?" The little girl said.

"Sure princess." The dad replied as he took hold of the little girl's hand and they went to the park.

"Clove?" Marvel whispered when the family was gone.

"It's nothing." I said, finally coming out of my trance.

"Ok...?" He replied, sounding very unsure.

We walked another block and saw Sammy's Shoe Shop. I tried on at least one hundred pairs of shoes, but Marvel limited me to six. I can't try on one hundred amazing pairs of shoes then have to decide on six! After an hour of arguing, we came to the conclusion that I have a shoe problem and that I can get ten pairs.

Marvel's POV

When we finally got home, Clove went to start making dinner. I told her I was going for a jog and I ran over to Glimmer's house.

"Glimmer! Where's Cato?" I asked.

"Watching TV. Why?"

"I have a question for him."

"Ok..." She replied giving me a strange look.

"Cato. Door for you." Glimmer yelled.

"Hey Marvel. What's up?" Cato asked.

"Today, Clove and I went into town to go shoe shopping."

"Hahahaha! Way to lose your man card!" Cato laughed.

"Anyways, Clove saw a man and his daughter walking and she stopped. Any idea who they were?"

"No, but Clove's dad died when she was young. Maybe she saw them and was sad that she didn't really have a childhood."

"Ok. I see now."

"Ok. See you later, buddy." Cato said.

As I walked home, it hit me. One, we're dead too. Maybe I could find her dad and she would be happy again. And two. I was supposed to be on a run, so I had to walk through our neighbors sprinkler to make me look sweaty.

The next day, I started my search. I went to Zac at the front gate and asked him to search for anyone related to Clove on his cloud. He ran his scans and found someone named Fredrik Fuhrman.

"...he died eleven years ago and lives in the District Two Decade gate. Anything else?" Zac sighed.

"Nope. Could you please open the District Two Decade gate?" I asked.

"Which one? There are seven."

"The one with Mr. Fuhrman." I reminded him.

"Decade Six. Ok."

He pulled the lever and a huge rusty iron gate appeared with the District Two symbol on it.

I walked in and asked the gate keeper where he lived and he pulled out a huge map and pointed me in the right direction. The neighborhood looked like District Two, but the houses are much nicer. I walked up to house 12569 and knocked on the door.

A man who looked to be in his late forties answered the door. He looked just like Clove. Same dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin.

"Fredrik Fuhrman?" I asked.

"Yes, what can I do for you?"

"I'm Marvel Quaid. I know your daughter, Clove. She died in the 74th Hunger Games." I informed.

"My little girl is here? I haven't seen her." He pointed out.

"We don't live here. We live in the Hunger Games gate."

"We?" He asked.

"Um...yeah. I'm her boyfriend and we live together." I said scratching my neck awkwardly.

"So why did you come get me?" He wondered. "Why would you want an annoying dad being over protective of his only daughter?"

"Well... We went shoe shopping-" I began.

"Humf." He chuckled.

"And she saw a man and his daughter and was sad. So, I asked her friend from District Two and he said that you died so I thought maybe she missed you and wants to see you again."

"You really love her, don't you?"

"Yes. I just want her to be happy again."

"Ok. I'll come home with you."

We walked out of the gate then to the Hunger Games one. We hopped into my truck and drove back to my house.

"Clove. I'm home! I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?" She responded from the kitchen.

"Come here."

She walked in, screamed, and hugged her father.

"Daddy! You're here!"

"Yes princess. I missed you so much."

"But how...?"

"This young man figured you missed me and came all the way to my gate to find me." Mr. Fuhrman said as his daughter remembered that I was standing right behind them.

"Surprise." I said.

She turned around, flung her arms around my neck, and kissed me. When she finally pulled away she looked straight into my eyes and said,

"Thank you."

Clove POV

"Daddy. This is my boyfriend, Marvel, from District One. We met in the Hunger Games." I explained.

"So I've heard. I missed this year's games. How were they?"

"Brutal, as always." Marvel said.

"Clove. You've got a good one here. Don't lose him." My dad told me.

I blushed like crazy and nodded my head.

"I must go now. I've got a big laboratory, just like I've always wanted, and I have some people coming to look at a find I've made. But, I love you and I'll miss you. We ave to make dinner plans."

"Ok. I'll call you. Bye."When I turned around, Marvel was looking at me funny.

"What?" I asked.

"First, you're from District Two, the Masonry district. Why does your dad like science? Two, are you sick? Your face is red and hot."

"My dad never liked stone, but he likes discoveries. He went to the mines to discover on the job. That was his drive... until he was a little too curious and stepped in an old, condemned shaft. He fell to his death. And two... I'm embarrassed about what he said." I informed.

Marvel just laughed, a lot.

"What's so funny?" I demanded.

'Cute Clove, real cute."

"What?"

"I can't believe you're embarrassed by that! You already knew that 'I'm a good one'! And I'm not gonna lose you. I can't wait till you meet my mother. That's going to be interesting." He laughed at me.

"Why?" I asked sounding very innocent.

"Nothing. Come on, kid." Marvel replied. He only calls me 'kid' because sometimes I act like one, and I'm short.

"I'm not a kid! Just because I'm shorter than you does not mean I'm a kid!"

"I know. I just love to annoy you." He responded.

"That's not fair!" I pouted.

"Come on." He said again as he slung his arm around me and we walked back into the living room.