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DISCLAIMER: In no way do I own the Hunger Games written by Suzanne Collins

Chapter 2.

Rye's POV

I quickly ran off the train onto the icy cement platform of district 2. Bow came up behind me to steady me, chuckling at my bad coordination. Standing five feet away from us was Gale. His grey eyes sparkled while his slightly graying hair shone from the slight sunshine that was peeking out behind grey clouds. His smile was so genuine it makes me have a loving feeling crawl into my stomach and, make me want to smile back. I leap into his arms and, start babbling about how boring district 12 has been.

"Mom has been hunting as usual. Nothing ever changes. Dad bakes, and has episodes every so often. Mom has a nightmare ever night about you, or Prim," I ramble. Even though it's always the same news he absorbs every last word I say like a sponge. Then he brings me to his home, a large victors house he received for serving as a high ranking soldier in the war. I shake my jacket, and hang it on the wall with my scarf, and hat then, excuse myself to go to the bathroom to change.

I slip out of my brown cargo pants and, long sleeve shirt into a pale blue dress that hugs my curves and, falls at my finger tips. It's so simple and, it matches with my tights and, snow boots. Lastly, I undo my braid and, let my blonde curls flow freely. I exit the room satisfied with my more comfortable look for touring one of the more well to do districts. Little did I know sitting on the couch right in the next room was Bow who seemed to be zoned out.

Bow's POV

That dress made her grey eyes pop. She looked so different than the Rye I've known for years. Her hair was down unlike her normal braid. She had on tights that slipped right into her fuzzy boots. As much as her new look complemented her natural beauty, it also intimidated me even more. I could picture her that day we first met almost killing me. I could picture her in that dress snatching an arrow that was hiding in her boot and, quickly firing it right into my heart. The innocent look she was pulling off right now scared me because it gave her even more of an advantage over anyone.

Something deep inside me wanted to tell her she looked great and, another part of me wanted to stay on the friends forever track. It was like an inner battle with myself on this one little girl who happened to be a year younger than me.

When we hadn't met, I had friends and, never even bothered to think outside the district. Everything changed when I was about to exit the train station when I saw an unconscious girl sprawled out on the floor. Little did I know bringing her home would blossom a friendship with the daughter of the family that broke my father's heart.

"Bow? Bow, are you even alive in there? This show stinks, how can you even watch it? I guess I'll leave," Rye sighs. As much as I want to get up and, walk her around district 2 with her, something inside me has me locked inside my brain. It's as if I'm being drowned in past memories. I just hope she doesn't freeze outside alone.

Rye's POV

Since he is obviously no use for anything today, I decided to check out other places I've never bothered to go in District 2. I grab some money in case I decide to purchase anything while I'm out and about. I'm sure about 95% of this District didn't exist before the rebellion was over. Now there is stores that sell chocolate and, clothes all over.

Suddenly, my hunter's instincts kick in. The weather is starting to become harsher and the temperature is dropping by the minute. The snowfall has increased severely throughout my walk. I sprint to the nearest store and, swing open the door letting snow fly in behind me.

Looking around to observe my surroundings I notice I'm inside a book store. There are over a hundred shelves inside this giant bookstore filled with thousands of books! I carefully grab one off the shelf and, observe the cover. It's about the 50th Hunger Games. Someone behind me startles me as I feel an arm wrap around me to point at the book. I spring into defensive mode twisting his wrist and, popping open my pear ring so little poisonous spikes can dig into this man's arm instantly if necessary.

"Woah! Look I'm sorry! I just came over to say that's a good book. I sort of work here so I wanted to make sure the customer is finding everything they need," he gasps. I reset my ring and, release his arm. He sighs a breath of relief. I flash him an apologetic smile and, look at him for the first time. He has golden bronze tussled hair with the lightest shade of green eyes I've ever seen. Even through his apron uniform he must have a defined body. How old is this guy?

"I'm really sorry. I just get really nervous in a different district than my own. See I only know so many people here and, I don't completely trust everyone yet. I think I got it from my mom. My dad really trusts anyone and, that may just be his fatal flaw besides being 'too nice'," I babble. He just smirks at my rambling.

"I think exchanging names first would be a better idea then sharing life stories," he suggests. "I'm Flint." I shake his hand and introduce myself.

"I'm Rye Mellark." I smile. His eyes widen and his mouth pops open.

"Mellark….. as in Peeta, victor of the 74th Hunger Games," he questions? I grin nodding my head. "Is your dad Peeta?" Again I nod. "And is your mother, Ka-Katniss Everdeen?"

"Mellark, Katniss Mellark actually they got married a year before I was born."

"You look just like her, except the hair color of course. I'm talking to the offspring of The Mockingjay!" He seems excited and terrified at the same time. "Are you a hunter as well?"

"Well could I have done that to you if I didn't know how to kill," I ask him?

He jumps right into the next question. " Can you bake?"

"Why of course! My bread is the finest in all of Panem. I wish I brought some. It would make your mouth water just smelling it," I describe to him.

He continues asking questions until I notice the snow has stopped. The Hawthornes will be worried to death about me if I don't return soon.

"I have to go." His face drops at my statement.

"Will we see each other again?" He wants to see me again!

I Leave the store with one word. "Perhaps….."