Author's note: OMG thanks so much! I never thought I would get so many reviews in just a chapter, and I was just so nervous! But your reviews got me writing again, and I tried my best to post this today. I'm really busy because of my school exams, but I'll always have time to update here.

So I decided I would follow your ideas. Many of you asked me to tell how they met, so here it is. I hope you guys like it, 'cause I tried my best for it to be cute.

Second Chapter

By the rules of Panem, they should've never met - but people say that rules were made to be broken. Who knows?

So, her dad had a friend, and this friend had a friend, and this friend had a friend who needed something; Katniss never knew. The friend of a friend of a friend wasn't actually from district 12; actually, he was from district 2. Katniss tried the harder she could to make her dad tell her who the man was and what he needed, but her curiosity never died. He never told her anything about it.

When I say they should've never met, I mean it.

One day, when Katniss was getting ready to go out and hunt, her dad told her they wouldn't hunt that day; he had to work. Curious as she'd ever been, she continued to dress her hunting clothes and when her dad left, she followed him. They entered the forest and, using everything he taught her, she almost treated him like something she was hunting – he never saw her.

They just went deeper and deeper in the woods. She was getting tired, but she would never quit. She was too proud for it. They walked at least three miles more until they reached an old house, which looked fragile when looked by far, but when you're close to it, it is pretty strong.

She watched her dad enter the house from a certain distance and then approached the place, leaning her face softly to the wall and trying to listen to something; anything. Anything would satisfy her curiosity.

When her attempt to hear what her father was doing turned out to be a failure, she decided she would just try to watch by the window. She stepped on a stool, finally having a good view of what was happening inside. There was her dad, and then there was this man and a boy. This boy was at least two years older than her, he had blonde hair and his eyes were from a beautiful kind of blue; it reminded her of ice, but when she looked into his eyes, she could only get lost like she was swimming in the lake. Just looking at his eyes made her feel happy like when she was at the lake. In that moment, she got scared not only because she didn't even know him, but because he saw her.

His eyes widened while she tried to ask him not to tell her father. He didn't need to, because quickly her father followed the boy's gaze and saw her. Katniss even tried to hide, but she knew it wouldn't make a difference. Her father walked out of the house, but she was still there.

She was standing there, looking to the ground while she whispered "I was just curious". She was afraid her father would fight with her, or even stop talking with her because of it, but the only thing he did was lift her chin with his index finger and smile lightly at her. She just needed that to know that everything was going to be ok.

Her father gently grabbed her hand and they entered the place, baby blue eyes staring at her. "It's just my daughter, Katniss" The other man nodded and as the adults talked, the blonde just gazed at the beautiful girl in front of him. He was trying to memorize every single trace of her – he knew the chances of him seeing her again were almost non-existent.

The 11-year-old boy watched as she moved away from her father, walking towards the door and looking back at him. Her eyes were from a beautiful color of grey, and it looked like she could sing to him with just her eyes.

Without asking his father's permission, the boy followed the girl. Katniss, he thought, Katniss is her name. Just like the root. He watched as she sat on the ground, playing with some flowers. He sat next to her, watching carefully as her hair fell in front of her face and she furiously tried to stop them. He thought it was the cutest thing he had ever seen.

"Hello." He said and she looked at him, giving him a brilliant smile. The joy and happiness in her eyes made him smile as well. "I'm Cato."

"Hello, Cato. I'm Katniss." She said as she grabbed a yellow flower and just stared at it, caressing its petals. "Do you like flowers, Cato?" she looked at him, an elfish smile playing in her face.

"I guess so." He actually didn't know how to answer that question; he never even had thought of it. A few seconds after admiring the flower, he decided he liked it. "Yeah, I like it."

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Just like you." It just escaped from his mouth and he couldn't help but tell the truth. He even thought that she was prettier than a million flowers together. He saw her blush as she bit her lip, smiling widely.

He was feeling pretty awkward since he had just met her and he felt strange around her, but it was good. It was like he had butterflies in his stomach.

That day was the best of their lives. Katniss found a loving friend, and Cato found love. They talked and played until the day turned to night. Their fathers talked all the time, so they weren't actually worried. They knew they only had that day.

When it came the time to say goodbye, Katniss couldn't say why she felt like crying. After all, it was just a boy she had met and played for just a day. But the way she felt… It wasn't normal. So when she hugged him tight for the last time before he went away, she whispered "Write to me." The look in his eyes promised more than words could ever promise.

She held back her tears as she watched him go away. She gave her father her hand and they walked silently all the way back to their home. They never talked about that day.

He wrote her, like his eyes promised. She quickly replied. Soon one was what the other needed, and vice-versa. They never left each other. It was something about her eyes. Those grey, breathtaking eyes. He would never have the courage to lie to them.

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