Bread and Butter
~This is a sort of AU, OOC oneshot of Peeta and Katniss. They're traveling on their victory tour, and Katniss comes to terms with the fact that she can't live without Peeta. It follows book one, and only book one.
Please tell me this isn't happening.
I closed my eyes, breath caught in my chest. I realized it now, faced with the very real possibility the Peeta and I would part ways. How had it ever eluded me? The very thought of him shedding me off like an old skin sent shivers of anxiety through me.
"I'm going back to my room, tell Haymitch to send for me when dinner's ready." Peeta muttered, turning on his heels. I resisted the urge to follow, and instead shuffled to my own quarters.
I sat dejectedly on the soft mattress, slamming one angry fist against the material. Why did I always do this? I always end up alienating everyone I care about, from my mother to Peeta. It's just not fair in the least.
I had to get him back.
But how?
I stood and slipped out the door, keeping a determined stride all the way to the dining hall.
Then I saw it.
It was perfect.
In the center of the table sat an enormous bowl of rolls, fresh from the oven and sitting ever so temptingly close to my fingers.
I snatched one quickly, weighting it in my hand.
I set my sights on Peeta's room, and didn't pause when I knocked on his door. My knuckles made a sharp noise against the hard wood, and it resounded with sharp contrast to my beating heart.
He answered the door with a scowl, "What is it?" He paused, and I glanced up meeting his eyes.
I held out the roll with a soft smile.
"Truce?"
A/N: I had this overwhelming urge to write a Hunger Games oneshot, so please let me know what you think. :D
