Mmkay, this is my first fanfiction so please be nice :D So…the title explains it all so yea xP just read it, you don't have to like it and I hope I don't get to many bad reviews :( but on with the story, thing. Also I don't own Hunger Games.
Peeta's POV
I was just baking some bread for Katniss in her kitchen before she wakes up. For once, it wasn't out of kindness but out of boredom and it was turning out nicely, which was good since I always wanted the bread to be rich, just for her. I was about to check on the loaf when I heard a semi-soft knock at the door. I fumble around a little bit trying to think of whether to check the bread or check the door, but overall, the door wins.
I go to see who it is, so I open the door to find Haymitch standing there with a bored expression on his face. I was just about to ask him what he wanted when he practically shoves the letter into my hand and makes me take it. It's from the Capitol, which can't be good. I read it and it has to do something about coming to the Capitol for a week. But that's it, nothing else. Nothing about why or really anything for that matter. I hand the paper back thinking about what I just read.
"Do you know why you are even going?" I ask thinking mabey he knows why but he just shakes his head.
"No, but the train is coming later this afternoon to get me." He still has that look on his face that makes him seem like he doesn't care. I look to the clock and the big hand is almost reaching twelve while the little hand is reaching eleven.
"So you'll be leaving in about an hour." I say looking at Haymitch, not wanting him to go because it sounds a little fishy to me.
"I guess," He says then examines the inside of the house as if to look for something, "Where's Katniss?"
"She's sleeping, you see I was making her some bread…" Shoot! The bread! "The bread!" I yell and run over to the stove to find the bread practically burnt black. I pull it out and start to sulk while I hear Haymitch laughing a bit.
"Okay Peeta I'm going to leave now. Tell sweetheart I said bye." He laughs while I still stare at the bread within my sights, "Oh and try not to feed Katniss coal while I'm gone." He says before he leaves for the week.
"Yeah and try not to raid the liquor at the Capitol." I mumble. I hear footsteps coming down the stairs, soft footsteps. No no no! She can't be awake yet, but it's too late. I see her lovely face coming right towards the kitchen, yawning.
"Hey Peeta." I can just barely make it out since it mixed between a yawn, "That's a big piece of coal." She laughs.
"It's suppose to be bread." I hang my head and stare at the dreadful thing that my mom would've beaten me to death for. But she's dead. No I can't think about that, "Why you up early?" I ask. She gives me a questionable look as she glances at the clock.
"Peeta, It's eleven o'clock. Besides, I heard talking down here, who was it?"
I remember Haymitch again, handing me that odd letter, "Oh that was Haymitch." Her eyebrows furrow at my last remark.
"What did he want, and was he drunk?" I just now realize that he didn't have the stench of liquor on him.
"No, he wasn't drunk but he came with this one letter. And…" I don't know how Katniss is going to handle this since she despises the Capitol, "he says bye." She has a worried look on her face. I'm hoping she doesn't ask the question but she does.
"What, why? Peeta what happened?" Her gray eyes show sorrow and distress.
"It's nothing bad, we think, but he's going to the Capitol for a week," I answer her question ahead of time, "and we don't know why." I let out a small huff and look back at her. Her face is expressionless so I don't know how she's feeling. Finally she speaks up.
"Well they better not hurt him or there'll be another rebellion on their hands" She laughs a little bit, trying to make a joke out of it, which it is funny, but I know deep down inside it hurts to talk about it, "Now, about that burnt bread." She gestures to the lump of the very, very dark brown bread sitting on the table.
"Let's get cooking." I laugh and we start making the fluffy dough I know and love.
Haymitch's POV
It reaches twelve and the train is on time exactly. Stupid Capitol always has to be on time, just like that stupid annoying Effie. I let out a sigh and board the train to hell, not knowing what lies ahead. I sit down in a seat and look out the window. I take one last look at District 12 for the week feeling uneasy. Why do I feel so uneasy, I mean I've been to the Capitol before. Then it hits me.
Today would've been the Reaping.
Let's end that on a lovely note. Anyway, hope y'all like it (See I used a western accent, not funny? Okay whatever, I wasn't trying to be.) Sorry the chapter's really short I'll try to make the next one longer I promise. Don't hurt me!