To 27

I look up from my cup of coffee, only to meet those intense blue eyes, fixing me from across the room. I smile politely, and look at the front door, hoping Gale Will arrive soon. I rest my chin in my hand, making a mental list.

1- I'm twenty, and still single. Even my sister has a boyfriend.

2- my best friend is getting married.

3- this dude has been watching me for 20 minutes.

4- i really have to pee.

Gale finally arrives, and sits in front of me.

" so, how's the wedding preparation going?" I ask looking at the young man behind Gale.

" it's going great. Madge is really excited" he answers moving his seat a little left. I move sharply my head to continue looking at the guy with blond hair, which is throwing glance at me. " hey, what the fuck is wrong with you?" He asks, turning to look behind him. " oh, am I interrupting your seduction plans?" He mocks.

" so freaking funny, Gale. " I end up the discussion, getting up to go to the bathroom. I reapply lipstick, looking in the mirror before opening the door. I get out of the bathroom, bumping into someone.

" oh, hey." Says the blond guy who's been spying on me." I'm sorry!" I exclaim. " nah, it's ok. I'm Peeta by the way." I shake his hand." Katniss."a small smile sprays on his lips." Nice to meet you, katniss."" Yeah, me too." I answer. I finally go back to my place.

" hey, Catnip!" Gale uses my means He's bailing on me." I have to go. Madge needs me." He gets up, and put on his coat. " Nice to see you." He hugs me, than he's out of the coffee shop. So I sit alone at my table, getting my book out of my purse. I knew Gale would do this. But I don't blame him. He's engaged,and he has to spend more time with his fiancée than with his best friend. I look above my book, and see the blond man, still alone at his table. I wonder what he's doing alone.

I finally grab my stuff, and decide to leave. I drive all the way home, and crash on the couch. I take a long nap. When I wake up, stars are in the sky, and it is snowing.

I grab my key, and enter my car. It's an old Chevrolet, and I have to wait for the heater to work. First, I stop at the liquor store. I refill on wine, determined to pass a lonely evening. Then I stop at the mellark bakery. The bell rings when I enter the warm bakery. It smells pastries and fresh bread. Reminds me my grandparent's house.

" how can I help you?" A soft voice i vaguely know asks me.

I open my eyes, out of my daydream. The boy from the coffee shop is standing in front of me. He's wearing a black apron covered in flour and pink icing.

I come back to reality." Hum, yeah. I'd like cheesebuns, please." I give him my best smile. He nods, and goes in another room, which must be the kitchen. when he gets out, he's holding a little brown bag, contening my cheesebuns. "so, when will you stop following me?" he asks with an annoying little smile playing on the corner of his lips. " me? following you? excuse me but, YOU are following me, bread boy." I answer slightly irritated. " wow, easy tiger, I was just kidding." he chuckles. I ignore him.

"so... i know this might seem crazy, but would you like to go on a date with me?" he asks out of the blue while i'm paying. All I can answer is yes. I do want to go on a date with him. " I finish my shift in an hour. I'll pick you up at 9?" He interroges me.

" yeah. I'll be waiting for you. " i give him my address, and i finally leave the store. I rush to my apartment, eating a cheesebun on my way. I dress up casually, and pick up some heels. I style my hair in a bun, letting some strays out on the front.

When the I open the door, I meet those intense blue eyes once more. " lovely dress" peeta comments. I feel myself blush, and i look down. I've never been girly, and all this stuff would normally make me throw up, but I accept his compliment.

And so began our date.

After a lovely walk, we are sitting in the movie theater, watching some shitty movie. Peeta extends his arms, passing one around my shoulders. I turn to him. " what are you doing? Are you 15 or what?" I laugh at him. He sheepishly nods. " why are you nodding? You're 15?" I say shocked. " yeah." He answers." Maybe we should talk."

We both get up, and go outside, sitting on a nearby bench.

" when were you gonna tell me?" I ask him.

" oh, because you really think i'd have a chance with you if i tell you my age?" He doesnt answer me.

" Peeta, I'm twenty years old for fuck's sakes! I ain't a pedophile, i can't date you! I mean you're in highschool, still living with your parents!" I yell. He rolls his eyes.

" I'll be 16 in two months, and who gives a shit?" He starts yelling too.

" me! I do give a shit! I don't do children, i'm not a babysitter!" I get up and start walking away. I turn around, only to find him giving me the middle finger. " wow, that's really mature, see why we can't date? Fucking child, go back to school!" I scream. I continue walking, wondering why i always get the wrong ones.

Two weeks have passed since my date. It seems like i can't stop thinking about it. What if we had a chance? I sit on the couch, watching re-runs of the next top model usa. My hair are in a messy braid, and i still have my old pajama on. The bell rings and i get up slowly,putting on my duck slippers. I look through the judas, but the fucker has put his finger on it.

" are you a rapist?" I ask through the door. I met with a chuckle.

" and yet, I'm the immature one." Peeta answers. I open the door to meet with those blue eyes again." Hey." I manage to say. " hey." He answers. "I just came to tell you this: I can't stop thinking about you, and I don't think it should have ended like this. I'm so sorry i didn't tell you about my age sooner. The truth is: I thought you were so much better than me already, and when i saw you with that guy, my hopes were up, but then you accepted to go on a date with me, and i thought... I thought maybe i had a chance with you. That's why i didn't tell you. I knew you'd let me down. And if you can't accept the fact that I'm younger than you, well, i get it. But, I'll never stop thinking about you, if the age is not okay for you, there's nothing i can do about it, and that makes me sad. And if it's the only thing that prevents you from dating me, then shame on you, katniss.

" he rambles. I lean in, and kiss him.

"Now, tell me you didn't practise in front of your mirror before telling me this?" I chuckle. He nods his head no. " and you know that by dating me, i won't stoo making jokes about our ages difference?" He nods yes. " i don't mind. As long as i'm with you." He leans in for another kiss.

My boyfriend is younger than me. So what? Love is the only thing that matters in the end.