Five letters to go!

Lucio's POV:

I held her hand as we ran through District Two.

"Lucio! Why are we running?" Erica asked out of breath.

I laughed and only ran harder. "We're sightseeing in full speed. Delly's shoe store should be somewhere around."

"There it is!" Erica gasped as she pointed at the shoe store called: 'Delly Dorable shoes.'

"Come on, let's go in," I replied and let go of her hand.

Erica's hair was blowing in the wind. She looked beautiful with the sun beaming on her face, enchanting even. I smiled, wondering if she knew how beautiful she was, how enchanting she was with the sun beaming on her pretty face; her dark hair blowing in the wind.

I pushed open the door for Erica to enter. She mouthed me a thank you before she nervously stepped in.

The shop was massive; every corner was filled with shoes. Heels in every colour you could imagine, boots from short to high, sandals in every model that probably existed. I wasn't much for shoes but walking through this store, I did notice several pairs I liked.

A strawberry blonde woman turned to us. "Can I help the two of you?

We turned to her, Erica gasped. It was the one and only Delly Hawthorne. She was quite tall; she wore heels that made her even taller. She wore a nice green dress that stopped just above her knees. She was a beautiful woman.

Taking the wheel from Erica I started to speak. "You have a nice store, miss. We're from District Twelve, it's very different from here. I don't think you understand since you're probably from here, but it looks very nice here- your store and the whole District."

Delly smiled. "I actually do know how District Twelve looks like. I lived there for a long time. My husband still has some family there. It's great that you decided to visit District Two. Are you alone?"

I nodded, this conversation was going great! "Yes, miss. We're here for a school project about The Security Council. We're trying to get an interview with the head chief."

"Really? My husband is the head chief! I could do a good word for you. Oh, how marvelous. Are you two originally from District Twelve?" Delly asked kindly.

"Yes, I was born in District Twelve and Lucio is from District Eleven," Erica replied, suddenly finding her voice again.

"How swell! What are your names? Let me write it down so I can tell my husband two kids want to talk to him. I bet he'll be excited for the two of you are from our District. Gale, my husband, he's very proud of District Twelve, he'll probably make time for the two of you."

"I am Lucio Ross and my friend here is Erica Mell-

"Mellstark, Erica Mellstark," Erica said quickly before giving me a look. I laughed nervously; I had almost made a fatal mistake!

"Erica and Lucio. Well that's noted. You look like a real Seam girl, you know that, Erica?"

Erica nodded somewhat nervously. "Many have told me; apparently my grey eyes and brown hair is typical Seam. I guess I inherited it from my mother."

"That's great. Why don't the two of you come just before closing time to my shop so I can tell you when the meeting with my husband is?"

"That's fine. Thank you, Miss."

Delly smiled and flashed us our teeth. "Call me Delly, dear. I will see the two of you later."

Erica and I both bade our goodbyes and left. I let out a nervous breath.

"You almost blew our cover, Lucio!" Erica spat.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. She didn't seem suspicious though, so who knows? Come on, let's have lunch and then we'll read another letter."

"Let's go back to the hotel. I'm tired, besides we only have three letters left. I think we ran around Two enough for now. I'm knackered."

It was true; we had been running around two since eight in the morning. We did some sightseeing, visited several museums, and, of course, Delly's shop. Over all it had been a good day.

"Three? I thought five?"

"I read two when you were still asleep this morning, I couldn't wake you. You're a deep sleeper," Erica concluded.

"Tell me something I don't know."

Erica merely smiled in reply. That beautiful hypnotizing smile where she smiled her white teeth, her eyes would gleam and she found flip her hair to one side and then, as finishing touch, she'd lick her lips. It was very memorizing, her movements. I liked replaying them in my head every minute.

We walked to the hotel; it was a nice October day. The sun was shining, but it wasn't hot. I liked it this way. I liked how the leaves slowly turn from green to brown and fall to the ground. There was something very peaceful to it.

In the hotel Erica let herself fall tiredly onto the bed. I scooted next to her. Two letters in my left hand and in the right one an apple. I open the first one quietly, not wanting to wake Erica. I take a bite from the apple and open the first letter in my hand; it's Gale's handwriting, very clear and steady.

Katniss and Peeta,

We have a son! We're so happy. His name is Tizen Joseph Hawthorne. Tizen means Twelve in a foreign and old language. Joseph is for my father for his name is Joseph. He's a sweet boy, born on the Twenty-seventh of April at seven past three in the morning. I attached a picture of Mother and son to this.

- Gale and Delly.

Sighing I propped the letter back in the envelope. I remembered how Erica mentioned him, Tizen. I didn't even know him and I already felt a mild disliking for him. He didn't seem nice, more like an arse.

I ran my fingers through Erica's hair softly. She looked like an angel, so peaceful. I sighed and threw the apple away. I hated green apples.

Catnip and Peeta,

Yes, Tizen is very nice and cute so far. He has cried a lot though, much too our dismay. He has dark hair and blue eyes, a mixture of Delly and I. They say he looks a lot like me, but I am not able to see that though. He looks a lot like Delly in my opinion. I will add a picture to this letter so you can see. I hope he turns out to be a great hunter, it's in the Hawthorne blood after all, but who knows? We'll see when the little man is older.

Delly is doing well, she was in labor for nine hours, there was lots of screaming and cussing coming from her, quite hilarious since she never cusses. Though, then I couldn't really see it at that moment. He, by the way, is really small. Delly told me she was also very small, I hope Tizen will grow longer when he's older. We wouldn't want him to be as short as Delly, would we? Not that anything is wrong with him of course, I'd love him regardless!

We've been busy, moving my last brother out was quite a task, but he didn't want to live with us anymore since Delly and I are 'very old' and he wants some young people around him. I don't care much; I think it's great he's finally moving out. So much change in a short span of time.

I hope one day he will be able to meet you so he knows of whom I talk about when I talk about a heroine who saved Panem at a mere age of sixteen.

With Love,

Gale, Delly and, of course, little Tizen.

Tizen this, Tizen that. I bet the boy was just a prick as his dad. I didn't know him, but apparently Erica did and I didn't really like the idea of them meeting each other. What if there was a flame just like there was with Gale and Mrs. Mellark. I wouldn't want that to happen since this annoying crush was getting bigger and bigger every day and it didn't help that Erica was totally oblivious of my flirting attempts.

I am sorry it took so long. I will try to post a new chapter as soon as possible but I will be away for two weeks in several days. Also what'd you think of the meeting with Delly? And that this chapter was in Lucio's POV? The Gale meeting will come soon! Also thank you so much for reviewing, I mean +100 reviews? That's so much, I can't believe it, honestly! I never thought my story would be this big hehe. xoxo Kassandra