I DO NOT own any of the characters in the Hunger Games. Thank Suzanne Collins for them.

This is CH. 1 & 2 (felt like giving a double rainbow for the first entry!)!

The Hunger Games by Peeta's POV:

I opened my eyes and lie there, staring at the ceiling. I decide to look at the clock. 6:30 better get up. I thought. The sun would rise soon and if I wasn't up by sunrise, mother would be angry. I sluggishly walked down the hallway toward the bathroom. I walked to the sink and looked in the mirror. You've never taken tesserae, how could you get picked. I thought. I was always nervous when the reaping came around. I splashed some water on my face. Time to start the day, I thought to myself. I walked back to my room, put on some jeans and a white t-shirt, and walked downstairs to the bakery.

"Good morning Peeta." My mother said with a smile while she manned the register. It must be a good day.

"Morning mother," I said carefully. I never knew what would set her off.

"Are you nervous?" she asked.

"No," I lied.

"Not at all? You're so brave," she mused. She walked over to me and kissed my forehead. "Would you grab two bags of flower, sweetie?" she asked with a smile.

"Sure." She was being uncharacteristically nice; maybe because I was the last child eligible to be in the games.

I walked to the store room at the back of the bakery. I picked up two one hundred pound bags up and threw them over my shoulder. I had been carrying these bags all my life, so it wasn't very hard anymore. I carried them back to my mother and sat them down next to her. "Thank you, sweetie." She seemed to actually be grateful.

"Welcome," I replied. "You are free to go now." She told me. "Ok," I walked outside and went to my usual spot under the willow, in the meadow, right before you meet the fence. I had brought my sketch book and pencils. I got to work. My favorite thing in the world was drawing the meadow, because it was so beautiful. The meadow was the most beautiful thing in District 12.

Before I knew it, it was time to go home and get ready for the reaping. I got home and went up to my room. My mother had set out a nice shirt and dress pants for me. I walked to the bathroom and took a bath. I was much more fortunate than most families in District 12. I had an actual porcelain bathtub. Most people only had wooden baths. The water wasn't very warm, but it was better than most people had.

Thirty minutes later, I was ready for the reaping. I decided to go a little bit earlier than required.

When I got to the square, there was no one there. The sun was surprisingly hot for District 12. I looked at my watch. It was 1:30. Only thirty minutes to go.

I watched the clock.

1:40

1:45

1:50

People were finally starting to arrive.

The square was almost full. I saw Katniss Everdeen and her sister Primrose arrive. I said a silent prayer that it wouldn't be them.

Shortly after the last few kids had arrived, Effie Trinket, our escort, came out of City Hall and walked up to the microphone.

"Good evening," she said in her usual chipper tone. "Happy Hunger Games!" she continued.

She explained about the video we were about to watch. She didn't need to because it was played every year. But she did.

The video was about how long ago the thirteen districts rebelled against the capitol and were defeated. They then explained how we were defeated and to "Keep Hope" they created the Hunger Games. They told how because of the rebels' traitorous acts, we lost District 13.

"Now then, isn't that just inspiring?" Effie put her hand on her heart and with the other hand, wiped a tear from her eye.

"Shall we get started?" she continued. The mayor nodded at her.

"Alright, ladies first hm?" she put her hand over the giant glass bowl full of names of girls from the age of 12-18.

"Primrose Everdeen." My heart sank.

I looked over at Primrose. She was frozen. Katniss was too.

Primrose walked toward the peacekeepers coming to get her.

"I volunteer!" she didn't!

"I volunteer as tribute!" Katniss shouted.

The second the words were out of her mouth, her face showed complete and utter shock.

She hugged Primrose then pushed her to Gale. She walked up onto the stage.

"And what is your name, dear?" Effie was giddy. We had never had anyone volunteer. Ever.

"Katniss Everdeen," she said. It was almost inaudible. She looked as if she would cry right there.

"Well, I'll bet anything that she was your sister." Effie chimed.

"Mhm" Katniss nodded.

"Boys next," Effie was excited now.

"Peeta Mellark." No. This must be a dream!

I walked up onto the stage. My hands wouldn't stop shaking no matter how hard I tried. Stop it! Stop shaking!

I shook Katniss's hand and then we were rushed into the city hall.

They put us in separate rooms.

"Wait here," a peacekeeper said, shoving me into the room. I decided I might as well make myself comfortable.

What seemed like an eternity later was actually three minutes.

"Peeta!" my brother said as he walked in. He hugged me and started sobbing into my shirt.

My mother followed him in, not that I wanted her there.

"We might actually have a winner from District 12 this year!" she wasn't talking about me.

My brother continued to cry into my shoulder.

He was older than me by two years but he was very sensitive. I helped him through everything. Mom always targeted him more than me. We were best friends and now his best friend would die.

He loosened his grip then looked me in the eye.

He hugged me again but this time he wasn't crying. He leaned into my ear. I'll never forget what he said.

"I'll never let mom hurt me again. I'll be strong for you, Peeta. Do your best to come home." He made sure our mother couldn't hear him.

He hugged me one last time, kissed me on the cheek and then the peacekeepers escorted them out.

CH. 2

The train moved with amazing speed but I couldn't feel it move.

Effie ushered Katniss and I into a compartment. It must be the dining car. I thought to myself as I inhaled the heavenly aromas. I saw every type of bread in existence, and I could name every type of bread in existence. There were quiches of every flavor and size, rolls from every district, cakes, cookies, you name it, and they had it.

Katniss looked at me with a dumbfounded expression. I don't think she had ever seen that much food in her life. Not that I had.

"Anything you want? Just ask," Effie said with a grin.

Katniss went straight for the District 2 bread. (It was the best.)

I grabbed a cinnamon roll and stuffed it in my mouth. Katniss had surprisingly good manners for someone from the Seam. She put a bunch of food on her plate and sat down at the table. I followed her lead.

"Do you have anything I could drink?" Katniss asked Effie.

Effie snapped her fingers and a trolley with drink dispensers appeared, an avox steering the cart.

"Coffee, hot chocolate, apple juice, orange juice, sweet tea, unsweet tea, or root beer?" Effie asked with enthusiasm.

"Hot chocolate?" Katniss meant it as a question but Effie took it as an answer.

The avox poured Katniss a huge mug of the sweet drink, topping it off with a mountain of whipped cream.

"Th-Thanks." She said right before taking a sip. "Wow! This is amazing!" she cheered.

"Hurry up and eat so we can meet your mentor." Effie said looking at her watch. Her watch was actually pretty neat. It didn't tie around her wrist, but it looked like a tattoo. A moving tattoo. Wow.

We finished eating just as Haymitch stumbled into the car. He walked over to the bar and told the avox to get him a drink.

"Pour me something strong," he looked over at me and Katniss. "Real strong…" He continued.

Great, he's drunk as a skunk. I thought.

I don't remember what happened next, but somehow I ended up carrying Haymitch to his room, undressing him, and giving him a bath.

"You're cute," he giggled as I pushed his head underwater.

"Ok. Calm yourself, cutie." He continued. He was so drunk; I think he thought I was female.

He put his hand on my chest.

"You don't mind me touching you like this, do you, cutie?" he said with a stupid grin.

"I'd prefer you not," I replied, my tone flat and even.

"That wasn't a no," he giggled again.

"Alright, no." I replied.

He grabbed my shirt and pulled me two inches from his face. "You really are cute, cutie." "Thanks," He kissed me. I pulled away, but he was much stronger than me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into the tub. He never let my lips go. He was rubbing my nipples. I couldn't help but let out a moan. He pulled my shirt off. I still couldn't escape his tight grasp. He kissed my neck, sucking, licking, and finally, biting. I moaned again. His hand moved from my chest to my crotch. He somehow managed to get on top of me. Now, I was lying on my back in the tub. He pinned my shoulders down; I couldn't move. My face was barely out of the water. Haymitch slipped my pants off and then my boxers. I was completely naked. He grabbed my dick and started stroking it. He… doesn't think I'm a girl… The thought left my brain when he stuck one finger in. I screamed but Haymitch put his hand over my mouth. He put another finger in, then another. He licked my nipples. I moaned once more. He took his fingers out then unzipped his pants. I knew what this meant. He stuck his in. I let out a series of erotic noises. He started to thrust. This was the first time I'd ever done anything like this. Haymitch got faster and faster, hitting my sweet spot. I moaned in rhythm with his thrusting. We both had an orgasm. He then looked me in the eye. "You're pretty fucking good, cutie." He praised. He then tossed my clothes at me and shoved me out the door, into the hallway. I had only my soaked clothes to cover my naked body. My room was in a different car. I quickly put my clothes on and ran to my room. That was close! Someone may have seen me! I thought.

I turned around to find Katniss sitting on my bed.

"Hello Peeta," she said, patting the bed, motioning me to sit. So I did. Ouch! I flinched when I sat down.

"Hi… Katniss," I replied.

She leaned in close. Her face was an inch from mine.

"Where have you been?" she pried.

"I was helping Haymitch get to bed." I said innocently.

"Oh you helped him alright." She laughed.

"What does that mean?"

"I heard you two."

"What did you hear?"

"Everything,"

Why? Why me? Why?