Disclaimer: If you still haven’t figure it out, I am not Suzanne Collins or Rick Riordan….
Percy’s POV
“ We’re home!” I called out to her. Silence. And then the sound of footsteps and the door burst open and there’s Prim, looking all clean and made up in her first – hand-me-down – reaping clothes. She beamed at us, looking excited and nervous (not to mention scared) at the same time.
“ What did you get?” she asked, taking a peek at what Katniss was holding. “ Smells greeny..,” she wrinkled her nose a bit.
“ Let’s go inside first, kiddo,” I said, taking her by the arm and steering her into the kitchen. “ Let’s see…we have-“
“ – a couple of fishes, a quart of strawberries, a little bit of green, a chunk of paraffin and some money,” Katniss said, as she laid the table with said things. “ Maybe could make a stew with the greens and the fish.”
“ For supper!” Prim said, her eyes hopeful. Katniss smiled, and ruffled her hair. “ Hey!”
“ I’ll prepare lunch. You two go and clean up,” Mrs. Everdeen said, suddenly appearing at the front door. “ I’ve prepared a warm tub for the both of you.”
“ Thanks, Mrs. Everdeen,” I said to her while Katniss trudged up to the tub without a word. “ Uh…I guess I’ll just wait here,” I said, sitting in the kitchen, waiting for Katniss to finish up.
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After I was done cleaning up, as best as I could, I found a clean shirt and trousers laid out for me. It was definitely not mine and since there was no other males that had lived here….
“ Are you sure?” I asked Mrs. Everdeen. She smiled at me and touched my face.
“ Somehow you do remind me of my husband. I’m sure he won’t mind you wearing his clothes,” she said kindly. “ Hurry up and get dressed. I’m going to help Katniss. We don’t wanna be late,” I heard her say as she disappeared to help Katniss.
I swear, we go into the house after hunting looking like we had rolled in the mud, dragged ourselves through the leaves strewn streets and get run over by a stampede of miners. Only to come out looking like we came from the richer district.
Katniss looked really…um…pretty in that blue dress with her hair done in a …um…pretty braid. I’m sorry but I have trouble giving out compliments….uh…yeah..um..
“ Hey there, kiddo,” I said, squeezing Prim’s hand. “ You doing okay?” She nodded solemnly. “ You’re going to be alright…don’t think negatively okay?”
“ Because it will get me nowhere,” she added. I smiled but it felt too painful. Addy had once said that, the day of the explosion. When Mrs. Woodlum had thrown a bucket of swear words at us. I patted her head.
“ You got that right. Did Addy teach you that?” She nodded again. “Well, she’s right. And you are going to think positively.” Then, I noticed the back of her shirt sticking out again.
“ Tuck that in, Little Duck.” Soft, warm hands touched mine as we both reached out to tuck in Prim’s duck tail at the same time.
We looked at each other when that thing happened. It was like an electric shock, shocking but surprisingly pleasant. I could feel my growing hot and I saw that her cheeks were red too.
“ Sorry,” I said, pulling my hand away. “ Uh…there you go, kiddo. All tucked in and..uh..” Prim giggled. “ I have nothing to say anymore.”
