Chapter 1

I held his hand happily. We walked around District 12, smiling, laughing and joking around.
I had to leave to go home way too soon – at least for me. I looked at the sunset, somewhat disappointed. The day wasn't long enough. I needed more time with him.

Ever since I was separated from him during the Quarter Quell, I got anxious when I wasn't with him.

"What's wrong?" he asked. He let go of my hand to wrap his arm around my waist. I laid my head on his shoulder.

"I don't want to go home yet." I said. Peeta smiled. He knew what I was asking.

"Want to say over? My family's at the Capitol on some business. We have the house all to ourselves. . ." Peeta whispered in my ear.

"I'd love that, but what about Prim?" I asked. "My mother is staying at the hospital tonight. I can't leave her alone. She's barely fourteen." By now we were in front of my house.
Prim came out quickly looking pleased. She had Buttercup with her. Her hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail, she had one of her medical books with her.
I still can't believe she is taking those lessons as a kid. I tried reading the text book but it gave me a headache after two pages. Prim didn't complain about all her homework, though. She was glad she had the chance to become a doctor.

"Hello, lovebirds." She smiled. Peeta leaned down to whisper something in her ear. When he finished her smile widened further.

"I would love to. My stuff is already packed." She said. I shook my head in disbelief. Of course. "I'll be right out – oh and Katniss I packed some of your things too since I know you don't have any pajamas at Peeta's house and you mainly wear his shirts to bed . . ." she went back inside the house while I blushed. Peeta chuckled.

"I think you look great in my shirts." Peeta whispered. I blushed even more.
Prim was fourteen years old now, the age I had been when I finally got the guts to thank Peeta for that day when he gave me the bread.
We had sat at lunch together a day after I talked to him, then that turned into hanging out after school – with Prim of course – then we started hanging out alone, after that it went uphill. Peeta and I became close friends in the course of a year. A wonderful year I might add. A year or two after that he kissed me. I surprised myself by kissing him back. That was the year we got reaped for the 74th Hunger Games.

We made it out though. I was eighteen years old now. I looked younger, like I was sixteen. Anyone who didn't know me asked my age. I always frowned and glared when they told me I looked fifteen or sixteen.

"Let's go, people. . ." Prim said. She ran ahead of us. Peeta carried her things in one hand while the other held mine. His hand felt nice and warm around mine. I leaned into Peeta, smiling.

"You are unusually happy today." Prim observed.

"What's their not to be happy about? The games are over, we're safe, we're treated like the Capitol people are treated, we don't have to worry about starving to death – in other words, it's absolutely perfect." I said.

"You forgot one other thing." Peeta whispered. I looked up at him, questioningly. His blue eyes sparkled with love. I had to remind myself it was love for me.

"Do not say, 'you being with me adds to the perfection' or anything along those lines. I'll puke if you do." Prim said. I laughed.

"You heard her Peeta." I giggled. Peeta smiled

"Fine, how about instead I say je t'aime?" Peeta said. Je t'aime?

"What does that mean?" I asked. Peeta laughed. Prim rolled her eyes.

"I love you." Peeta whispered. I smiled. He kissed my forehead gently. Je t'aime. The words buzzed around my head for a little while.

Je t'aime

This was just a random things I wanted to try out. Takes place after the rebellion, Peeta is not Hijacked, prim is not dead, Finnick, Annie, Haymitch and others will be appearing later on.

After I finished my other story, Choices, I felt like I had to do something else that was carefree, happy, and just pure fluffiness. This is it.