Hello there! [: Sooo, this is my first ever HG fic! It's a bit confusing, and everything will be explained in the next few chapters. There are going to be multiple situations involving the same people. Peeniss forever! [; I do not own Hunger Games! That would be the lovely and brilliant Suzanne Collins! Okay, enough talking... Enjoy!
She's not here, I remind myself. She never will be...
The sun is warm against my skin, almost too warm, but I make no attempt to move.
There's no point. I have nothing to go back to. I think this as Prim's face slowly creeps it's way into my mind. I look over to see my clothes on a nearby rock, untouched for hours. I float in the lake for what seems like forever, and suddenly the soft noises from within my abdomen bring me back to reality.
I have to order myself to move, otherwise there is NO chance of me ever leaving the sweet safety of the lake...the lake my father used to bring me to every Sunday, a tradition that I didn't think would ever have to end. That is, I think, before he DIED. I am surrounded by loss, and I don't like it.
Sure, there's Peeta, but I'm not exactly positive he's recovered from being hijacked. I talk to him occasionally, but nowhere near enough to ask him if he'll stay with me at night. Send the nightmares with a gentle touch, make me forget I had reasons to cry. I miss him... Not the new Peeta, I think I can survive without THAT Peeta.
Yeah, right. Don't lie to yoursellf, Katniss. Any Peeta is better than no Peeta.
I slowly put my clothes back on, taking more time than I should to bask in the warmth this meadow creates in my heart. I almost feel okay while I'm here. Like living isn't really that much of a burden. I begin to think, and I come to a realization; I need Peeta, even if he has random outbursts of insanity, screaming at me, calling me a lying mutt and telling me to go to hell. I can deal with that, I guess, but I need SOMEONE now that Prim is gone. Forever...
I swallow back sobs and blink back tears, remembering that I need Peeta (and food) as soon as possible. I might as well be happy as soon as I can, it's better than lying in a lake that I soon realize is too lonely for my liking, feeling sorry for myself.
On my way back to the Victor's Village, I lose it. I'm absolutely hysterical. The sobs that escape my lips sound like wails of rage, and I'm shaking violently. I burst through the pretty white door, and the emptiness overwhelms me so I collapse right in the doorway. I haven't been able to sleep since I returned to Twelve, and the exhaustion has taken its toll. I close my eyes and finally am granted with the blessing of sleep. Dreamless sleep.
I am woken up my a soft hand gently shaking my shoulder. I look up to see the person whose touch I craved only hours before. I would smile if I wasn't still recovering from my little tantrum.
"Hey," he looks at me with a blank expression.
"Hi," I reply lamely. He looks tired. I wonder how much sleep he's gotten lately...
"I saw your little breakdown through the window. You left your door open."
And that's when I lose it AGAIN. But this time, instead of falling to the ground, I fall into his warm arms. He's a little shocked at first and almost loses his balance, but he eventually wraps his arms around me and carries me bridal-style to his house. All the while, I sob like a maniac.
I awaken again, only this time I'm not lying uncomfortably in my doorway. I stretch, and then start to wonder how long I've been out...my muscles are extremely stiff. As I continue to stretch, I realize that I'm not alone in this soft bed. I turn over to see the soul reason for my existence staring at me shyly. I almost get lost in his eyes before I realize he's saying something to me.
"...and I hope you don't mind that I came to bed with you, the sofa became uncomfortable really quickly."
"No, no, it's prefectly fine. I wouldn't feel right kicking you out of your own bed. Thank you, by the way. How long have I been asleep?" I ask, hoping I wasn't an inconvenience.
"Oh, you know... Just about two days."
"TWO DAYS? Why didn't you wake me sooner? I am SO sorry, Peeta! I didn't mean to be such a burden," I try to explain.
"You looked like you needed all the sleep you could get. I mean-" He is cut off by an abnormally loud growling from my stomach. "Oh! You must be starving. I think I have some cheese buns in the kitchen, would you like a few? It's about 11 p.m."
"Sure, that would be nice. But after that, I should probably go. I don't want to bother you."
"Oh, no, Katniss! I've been wanting to talk to you for FOREVER, I guess I was just scared I would be...dangerous," he explains as we make our way down the stairs.
And that's when I noticed that he's only dressed in his boxers... I don't mind, (it's actually a pretty nice sight to wake up to), but I don't know if he even realizes. "Umm...Peeta?" I start.
"Yes, Katniss?" He follows my gaze and he suddenly smirks, "What? You don't like the view?"
"Oh...umm... I didn't mean it like that! I just...didn't know if you were alright with me seeing you in your u-underwear..." I mumble.
"But your alright with me seeing YOU in YOUR underwear?" he asks, almost too innocently.
"What are you... Oh my goodness!" I look down to see myself in my bright red bra and matching panties. "What happened to my clothes?" I shreiked, my face beginning to match my undergarments.
"You don't remember? You had a nightmare, started screaming, and then you broke into a cold sweat. Your clothes were soaked, so you told me just take them off. Then again...you were still half asleep," he tells me. I immediately ran up the stairs and grabbed the first thing I saw to cover myself up with. One of Peeta's shirts. It smelled like him. Cinnamon and cologne. I spent almost five minutes sniffing the shirt... Now I just feel obsessive and creepy, I think to myself. But hey, I can't think of anything sexier than a guy who bakes. I smile at that thought.
I run down the stairs and do something I never thought I would ever do again; I throw my arms around Peeta's neck and kiss him like it's the last thing I'll ever do.
The think that bothers me most, though, is that when I look past him, still kissing, I see a certain person silently sitting in front of the window, almost unnoticed, holding a camera.
Hello again! [: Weird enough yet? Haha jk, this isn't even remotely close to how akward this story is gonna get... :P I'll update as soon as you, my fellow readers, REVIEW! I need suggestions! Who was creeping on them? :O Let me know!
Well... Bye bye for now, Loves!
~Alex