Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own The Hunger Games, they belong to the ALWAYS amazing Suzanne Collins. I also don't own pita chips.

It took Peeta a few seconds to realize that was not in his room. Instead, he was in a white room, reminding him of when- "No. Don't even think about it," He told himself. He was fine. He was not insane, the Capital was no more. "But where am I? Why am I here?" Peeta asked himself. He thought about it. Then he thought about it some more, and some more, and some more but it Peeta could not think of why or why he was here. He was about to ask, if there was anyone there, when he heard someone say, "Look! He's awake!"

Peeta turned his head to see two teenage girls running towards him. Out of habit, Peeta felt his pockets for a weapon, in case these girls wanted to kill him. There was no such thing in his pockets. Finally the girls reached him. One of them, Peeta noticed, was taller than the other and had longer golden-brown hair. The other girl had shorter and curlier reddish brown hair and glasses. Both had brown eyes and looked about thirteen or fourteen. "Hi Peeta!" The curly haired girl said. "Who are you two, why did you take me here and what do you want with me?!" Peeta responded almost instantly. "Whoa," The taller girl said, holding up her hands. "We don't wanna hurt you and we're not going to." "Well then what do you want me for?" Peeta asked. The curly haired girl, whose name was Belle, pulled out a large bag of chips. "Want some?" "They're really good!" Hazel (the taller girl) said.

Some the three were munching on the chips. "Wow," Peeta said after awhile, chewing, "These are good!" "See," Belle said, amused, "We told you so." "Yeah, yeah," Peeta said, waving a hand dismissively. "Wh-" "Ew you're getting crumbs all over the place!" Hazel complained. "Don't talk until you've finished chewin', yeesh!" Belle said, clearly annoyed. "My five year brother knows that!" Peeta was about to open his mouth to reply when both girls glared at him. Sullenly, Peeta finished chewing and said, "So where are we?" "Oh you know," Belle said, "Just some random abandoned Capital building we found!" "Why- never mind." It was quiet for a few minutes until Peeta broke it. "Well, um, it's been nice eating these chips but I should probably head back before Katniss tries to kill someone." "Awww!" The girls pouted. "Fine." Just as Peeta was about to leave, he said, "Oh what are these chips called? I've gotta get more!"

"Well we're glad you asked Peeta," The girls said, both giggling. "They're called, *laugh*, pita chips! Spelled P-I-T-A!" Hazel said, bursting into laughter. "They're named after you, ya know." "Really?" Peeta said in shock, nearly choking. After all, it wasn't everyday that you were told there was a chip named after you! "No," Belle said, "Peeta was named after the pita chips!" "No," Haze said, clenching her fists, "The pita chips were named after Peeta!" "No he wasn't!" Belle replied, her cheeks as red as a raspberry. "Yes. He. WAS!" With that, Hazel lunged at Belle. Belle responded by throwing a book at her. "That's it!" Hazel said, a murderous look in her eyes. "I'm gonna kill you!" Peeta got between the two girls, who were trying to hit each other. "Hey, come on," He said, "Does it really matter which came first?" Peeta was hoping that would make the girls come to their senses, but that only made them more insistent on the matter, as they said, "YES!" Peeta sighed. "What have I gotten myself into?"

Belle: Hey guys!
Hazel: So the author wants to thank you for reading this!
Belle: Hey, I was-
CM: Okay you two, I'll take it from here.
Belle and Hazel: *grumble and walk away.*
CM: Hi, so, um I hope you like this. Sorry if it was sort of dull. This was based off something my friend and I were talking about last year, as we walked home from school. We were eating pita chips and she said,"What if Peeta was introduced to pita chips by us?" And I said, "Yeah! How do you think he'd react when we told him they were named after him?!" My friend then said, "No, Peeta was named
after the pita chips." I disagreed and told my friend so. She then said, "Oh my gosh! What if we introduced them to him and you said they were named after him and I said he was named after them and then we fought about it?!"
So that's how I came up with this. I was Hazel, and my friend was Belle. I want to thank my friend for giving me this idea for a story. But now, I must ask you, which came first: Peeta or the pita chips? As soon as I figure out how, I will post a poll so you guys can vote! On Monday (or later next week), I will post the winner in the next chapter. Please vote because it's my friend's birthday on Monday and I think she'd like to know who won. Thank you for reading, and please review!
Belle and Hazel: Yes, please do!