Damsel in distress

Summary: collection of drabbles, Peeta-centric. I inwardly relaxed and softened my eyes,pitying the young girl who had been drawn. However, my blood froze at her insistent volunteer. And now I was the damsel in distress. PeetaxKatniss

I: Cookie Dough

I shifted my legs, sitting on my knees on the rickety old beg, pressing my elbows and palms together, closinhg my restless blue eyes.
"Not this year." I prayed, whispering in fear of being heard. Hoping they did not hear that he prayed that-
"PEETA! You lazy ass of a child-get up!" the few moments of peace were ruined as mother yelled harshly from below. I scowled, narrowing my eyes at the interruption. I angrily popped a few joints and headed down the stairs to the back doors. Smoldering in the cold dawn, perspiration gathering on his bare arms and face. Lazily I glanced at the customer from afar and bis my frown.
Gale.
He thought jealously. Probably going to present a loaf of bread to his supposed seam girlfriend, Katniss Everdeen. (Whom I was praying to not be drawn for this year's hunger games.) The time presented it self on many occasions, seeing as Peeta could have generously offered her more loaves, but too anxious to do so. Sleepily, I grabbed at the dough, firmer than the usual. The dough was seperated into smaller piles, probably to preserve the quantityof the grain. But there was too many. I haphazrdly gathered multiple piles and moulded them together tiredly.
Mother smirked as she passed him for unknown reasons. His parents exchanged places as father cocked an innocent brow at his son's antics.
"Peeta...that's cookie dough..." His father explained patiently. I facepalmed, flour coating my face. Unfortunately not obscuring Gale's mocking smile.

A/N
I have never baked either way-but I thought this would be pretty ironic :p , review and love peoples!