I'm new to Hunger Games fanfiction, so please don't hurt me! ;)

This story will be more or less like (500) Days of Summer...although it will differ a LOT!

I'm looking for a Beta...so please PM me if you're interested! It would be terrific if you have experience and/or are a grammar freak! I'm mostly looking for someone who is willing to talk to me and has time on their hands!

I'll also be posting a song name at the beginning of each chapter...a song of the day. Today's song: Tyrant by One Republic

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games! All rights go to Suzanne Collins...I just really love that hunk Peeta. I also do not own (500) Days of Summer...it's just my favorite movie!


It was a dark and gloomy night.

That's how most horrible stories of heart break start, right?

I'm sure you've all seen more than enough romantic movies to know it's true.

Take (500) Days of Summer, for example. The story starts with Tom's little sister riding her bike over to Tom's apartment on a - wait for it - dark and gloomy night. She enters the apartment to find Tom smashing plates because he got his heart broken by Summer.

The story really doesn't get much better from there.

Well yeah, this is basically the same setting. Minus the plate smashing.

This is the story of how I, Peeta Mellark, fell in love with the most beautiful girl in this shitty town of Panem and how that same girl tore my heart into a million pieces like it was made of paper.

My little sister Prim was sitting at my feet, shouting random things at me. I was too busy staring at my vibrating phone to pay attention to what she was saying.

This was her tenth phone call in the past five minutes. I was debating whether or not to pick up.

Her smiling picture on my brightly lit phone was taunting me, so I sat up from my fetal position and got ready to hit 'answer'.

Prim reacted quickly and snatched the phone from my trembling hands, "Peeta! I told you not to answer it!"

I let out a drawn out sigh and met her eyes, "Prim, I have to."

She rolled her eyes and hit the 'reject' button, "So what? So she can further tear at your heart?"

She set the phone on the coffee table in front of us. "Peeta, you haven't left your apartment in three days!"

Prim has also been calling me non-stop until she gathered up the courage to actually come to my apartment. I don't even think my parents knew she left home. My mother would have had her head.

I buried my head into a pillow and groaned, "There's nothing out there for me."

Although I couldn't see her, I could tell Prim was rolling her eyes again. "Oh, Peeta. Stop being so dramatic."

I totally was not being dramatic.

"I'm not being dramatic," I said. I lifted my head and looked my sister in the eyes. "I'm in love with her, Prim."

"She cheated on you, damn it!" Prim waved her arms around like a crazy person.

"Hey!" I scolded. "Watch your language."

"I'm nineteen, Peeta," she sighed. "I'm not a child anymore."

I shrugged indifferently, "Whatever." I didn't want to tell her that I still see her as a child. She wouldn't have it. "Anyway, I want to hear what she has to say. Maybe it was a mistake."

"A mistake?" She questioned. Prim was a tough cookie. "So you caught her making out with Gale Hawthorne...and you're going to say that it was a mistake?"

I thought it over, and realized she was right. She cheated on me; there was no way of sugar-coating it. After eleven solid months of dating, she did this to me. I really couldn't point out where I went wrong.

Still, I needed to hear what she had to say. I needed to hear her voice one last time.

"Please, Prim. I need closure."

She stared at me for a good fifteen seconds before she let out a loud sigh. "Fine," she released my phone into my awaiting hands. "But don't blame me when she says nothing you'd like to hear."

I gave her a lop-sided grin and kissed the side of her head. "I love you."

I held the vibrating phone in my hand and slowly hit 'answer'. I raised it to my ear. "Katniss."

I heard a relieved sigh come from her end, "Oh, Peeta. Thank God. I thought you might have done something."

"Don't get too excited," I mumbled.

"Peeta," I could hear the pain in her voice. I almost felt sorry for her. "Peeta, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to kiss him. I don't know what came over me."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, glancing at Prim from the corner of my eye. She was frowning at me. I can tell she was waiting to say 'I told you so'. I didn't want to hear it.

I swear, she acted like my mother sometimes.

"I just..." I sucked in a breath. "I need you to tell me that you don't have any feelings for him. That I'm the only one."

There was a long pause on the other end. I mentally cursed at myself for answering the phone call.

"Peeta..." she started.

"No, it's okay. You don't have to say anything. I understand." I picked at my fingernails, avoiding Prim's eye, and trying to keep myself from crying.

"Peeta, please let me explain."

"Katniss, I'm really tired. I had a long day at the bakery." I heard Prim scoff at this. "I just really don't have the energy to listen to this bullshit right now."

I glanced at my sister, who only gave me a smirk and a thumbs up.

"I'm sorry," was all that Katniss said.

I chewed on my bottom lip and prepared to take the phone from my ear. "So am I. Goodbye, Katniss."

I didn't give her a chance to say anything else. I hung up and tossed my phone onto the coffee table. I winced when it made a loud clang.

"Peeta," Prim started. Like I said, I didn't want to hear it.

"'I told you so'. I got it, Prim," I said a bit too loud. I stood up, my back cracking as I stretched a little. Prim wasn't lying when she said I haven't left home in three days.

"I wasn't going to say that," she responded in a tiny voice. I think I scared her.

I shook my head, "It doesn't matter." I looked around the room, trying to see what I can occupy myself with. I needed to get my mind off of her. "Prim, I'm exhausted. Just please go home."

"Will you be okay?" She was using that small voice again.

I wasn't going to lie to her, "Probably not. But I'll sleep on it." I gave her a half smile, in attempt to reassure her. She knew me too well, though.

She gave me a nod and stood up, "Okay. I'll come back tomorrow. I love you, Peet."

I walked her over to the door and handed her jacket over. "I told you not to call me that. It makes me sound like I'm ten years old."

"Bye, Peet," she grinned.


I was told later on that night by my best friend that I was acting like a baby.

Although I didn't agree, I didn't complain to him. I let him take me to a bar.

He said something along the words of me being 'whipped' and needing to 'explore the sea'.

He sat us down at the bar and smirked at me, "Please tell me you're going to get yourself laid tonight."

I rolled my eyes, drumming my fingers on the tabletop. I didn't want to tell him that I've only ever been with Katniss and was hoping on keeping it that way. "Finn, getting laid isn't the solution to everything."

He shrugged and ordered drinks for the both of us, "It is for this situation."

I cocked an eyebrow, "You really think so?"

"Oh come on, Peeta," he sighed. "You have to get over her. And this is the perfect way to do it."

I stopped drumming my fingers, "I don't want to get over her, though. Both you and Primrose need to realize that."

Finnick nodded, but I can clearly see that he was annoyed, "Okay, Peet. For the record, though, I'm starting to like Prim more than you."

I scoffed, "Yeah, and I'm starting to think I'll need to strangle the both of you if you call me Peet one more time." I paused, taking the beer that was set in front of me and taking a long swig of it. While I did this, he ordered four shots. I looked back at Finnick once I downed half of the bottle, "How are you and Annie doing?"

Finnick has been dating Annie Cresta since our sophomore year of high school. We are now all 23 years old.

"Oh!" he exclaimed. "I forgot to tell you."

He dug in his pocket for a second and pulled out a small black box. He opened it up, revealing a beautiful…and very expensive looking ring.

"I'm proposing to her tomorrow night at our seven year anniversary dinner," he smiled, glancing up at me with glistening eyes. He really loved her.

I grinned at him, bringing my beer bottle up to clink it with his own. Finnick has been my best friend ever since we met in the eighth grade. I even think I was the one to introduce him to Annie freshman year. I really don't know where I would be without him. My break-up with Katniss probably would have been ten times worse if it hadn't been for him.

"Finnick, that's fantastic! Congratulations!"

He grinned and tipped the shot glass into his mouth. Once he swallowed the drink, he set the glass back down, "I was actually wondering if you wanted to be my best man. I couldn't do it without you."

I smiled at him and nodded enthusiastically, "Of course, man. I'd be more than happy to."

"I was thinking of planning a huge engagement party or whatever. So keep that in mind. Bring a date."

I sent him a glare, "That's not why you brought me here, is it?"

"Oh, come on. Look at all of these babes here!" He waved his arm around. "For example, blonde, two o'clock."

I looked in the direction he was referring to, and only saw a group of college boys. "That was a joke, right?"

He followed my stare, and laughed, "I meant four o'clock."

I turned my head once again and saw the blonde he was talking about. She was pretty, there was no doubt. But her tits were about to fall out of her dress, which only made me wince. I'm sure she was a joy to be around. "She's alright."

Finnick sighed. I looked around a little more. No one really caught my eye. No girl at this bar could compare to Katniss. Dear God, I missed her so much.

"I swear, you're the most stubborn person I know." Finnick took another shot. Once he did so, he pointed at the remaining two glasses, "Those are yours, by the way."

I shook my head quickly, "Finn, you know how I get when I'm drunk. I'm okay with just this beer."

"Oh Peeta, come on," he sighed. "You need to relax a little! You're never going to get over that bitch if you're that uptight."

"She's not a bitch," I mumbled, averting my gaze to the table top. She did some bitchy things, but she was surely not a bitch.

I can tell Finnick was rolling his eyes by his tone when he said "Whatever. Just take the shot. Please...for me."

I sucked in a breath, taking the shot glass in my hand and tipping it back into my mouth. I swallowed the heavy liquid and winced as it burned down my throat. "The blame will be on you if I get drunk."

He smirked and waved his hand around, "Yeah, yeah."


Right after Prim left earlier that day, she sent me a text message along the lines of 'I know you're hurting right now, Peeta. I promise things will get better. Just please don't do anything stupid.'

That text message was the first thing that came to mind when I woke up the next morning with a terrible headache and a naked blonde snuggled up against me.

I silently cursed at myself and attempted to get out of her grasp without waking her up. I gently lifted her arm which was draped across my chest. She instantly stirred and moaned. Jesus, talk about a light sleeper.

"Mmmm Peter, it's early. Let me sleep a little longer."

Peter…really?

I quickly racked my brain for her name, but just couldn't seem to come up with it. Glitter, I think it was? I didn't want to take any chances, though.

"Okay well, can you just let me squeeze through?" I once again attempted to escape from her grip on me.

"No," she giggled, now fully awake. She crawled further up on my chest and began planting kisses on my bare collarbone. "Last night was fun."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm sure it was. Listen, Glitter…"

"Glimmer," she corrected, before moving her kisses down my chest. Close enough.

"I just need to go to the bathroom really quick. Can you give me a second?"

She sat up and winked down at me, "Don't take too long."

I jumped up and practically sprinted to the bathroom, not forgetting my phone. Once I locked the door, I dialed Prim's number.

I didn't even let her say hello once she answered. "Prim? I did something stupid."


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