Rated M for language mainly, minor sexual references, maybe a bit of future fluffs.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or Hunger Games. Or any of the music. Just the plot.
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Baby I love you, I never want to let you go
The more I think about, the more I want to let you know that everything you do
Is super fucking cute, and I can't stand it.
I've been searching for, a girl that's just like you
'Cause I know, that my heart is true yeah
Baby I love you I never want to let you go
The more I think about the more I want to letcha know that
Everything you do
Is super duper cute
And I can't stand it.
-Can't Stand It by Never Shout Never-
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*knock knock knock*
My eyes fly open at the sound of the door, and fall out of bed. "Prim!" I yell, pulling myself off the cold wood. My feet pull me towards the vanity, with clothes sprawled across it. Hell, my entire small room.
"I'm getting it! I am sure it's Peeta!" Prim answers and I hear the door creak open beneath my flooring. I mutter a small shit, and look in my mirror. My braid is in knots and hanging out crazily, the ratty sweats loose on my slim frame and baggy Nirvana shirt rippling across my chest. A small knock echoes into my room. "Coming!" I squeak, and pull my braid loose while tugging my fingers through the mess called my hair. The door squeals open anyways, revealing the tall stocky frame I know all too well.
"I see you got up early." I snort in response, and give him a small scowl. "Forget that we were going camping today?"
I whip around quickly, looking straight into the ocean blue eyes, as pretty as Hawaii's waters in the summer. "Stop making fun of me Peeta! You totally said noon, not seven!" He laughs and points to my clock. My eyes scan the numbers. Noon. Fuck my life. I glare at the clock, and quickly grab a duffle from the small closet. "Fuck this, at least help me pack please?" I hold up a paper with my list of items to pack.
Peeta snatches the list out of my hand, brushing his fingers against mine lightly. We've been friends since we were five, and it took me thirteen years to realize that the tingly feeling I get when we touch was actual feelings. Love. I kept trying to deny it; I wasn't even Peeta's type. Madge got me to embrace it more though over the last few months. Peeta deserved a fun girl, who likes to be pretty all the time and giggle. Everything I'm not. "Go get dressed; we have to be at Jo's in about thirty minutes. I knew you'd do this." I get rewarded with an ovary-bursting smile. I give a small smirk back, grabbing my jeans and forest green t-shirt and head to the bathroom to take a quick shower. After washing my hair with my favorite vanilla musk shampoo, I get out and changed into the fresh clothes. Peeta sits in my room, with the duffle packed and my sleeping set right beside it.
"You really need to clean your room!" He says with a laugh, I gladly return it with a scowl. My fingers tie my hair into a braid, and I grab my bag.
"Ready to go to Jo's smartass?" I ask and grin. His arms playfully shove me onto the bed, and he quickly leans over and tickles my stomach. "PEETA!" I shriek before erupting into laughter. Prim bursts through my door with a camera, and quickly snaps a few photos and runs back out. "Prim!" We groan at the same time, and hear her girly giggle echo back through the hallways. I glance at my clock, and see its 12:30. "Shit Peeta we're late!" I grab my bag again, and he gets my sleep set and chases me out the door. My hunting boots sit at the bottom step of my stairs, and I quickly pull them on and throw my dad's old leather jacket over my shoulders. Prim stands by the door with the big hiking back pack that holds a two person tent, camera and my mesh set. Peeta pulls that onto his back and throws the door open.
"Don't forget the money!"Prim yells at me, and holds an envelope up. My dad ahead set up Prim and I accounts with old family money hidden in them, which my Mom never even knew about until I turned eighteen. I quickly run back and snatch it, kiss her cheek and run back to Peeta's old beat up blue pick-up. "Bye Prim!" I call over my shoulder and throw my duffle in the bed with Peeta's camping stuff too. I jump into the truck and Peeta throws it into drive and we rush to Johanna's home.
Senior year starts in a month, and we all decided to end summer with a bang. So we're taking a extensive camping trip starting in our hometown, up at Mt. Rainier and working our through most of Washington and a short trip to Oregon the last week also. The group included our closest friends: Finnick, Annie, Johanna, Madge, Gale, Clove, Cato, Thresh, Foxface and obviously Peeta and I. "God Johanna is going to kill us." I mutter and flip the radio over to the cd's. I get it onto the disc I made him and I Will Follow You Into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie starts floating through the cabin. I glance over to see Peeta with a small smile, watching the road lazily and his ears perk up when I start to quietly sing along. We've been best friends since we were five. We've done pretty much everything together, from losing teeth the same day down to him getting his first erection and my first period at each other's houses. Not a single secret hangs between us. Well, except the fact that I'm head over for him.
His old print tees and low hanging blue jeans. Beat up navy blue converse. Wild and unruly blonde curls that always curve into his eyes slightly when they're shaggy. His old baseball caps from Mariner's games. His passion for soccer, which started when we played on the same soccer team in kindergarten. Since then our tradition is to go to at least one Seattle Sounder's game a season to cheer them on decked in green and blue. When we don't, we sneak a beer to share at home and yell at the games while lazily eating pizza on the couch. Everything about him drives me crazy, and I almost hate it. "What?" Peeta asks, startling me out of my thoughts. I now realize the song is over and I've been staring.
"N-nothing." I stutter out. He pulls into Johanna's driveway, which is right next to the Dash Point beach. Best house for parties. I see everyone else's cars stacked up in her wide driveway, with everyone chilling on tailgates and benches. We quickly jump out, and the wrath breaks onto us.
"What the fuck guys? Twenty fucking minutes late! Did you two finally fuck or some kinky shit?" Jo blurts out, causing my cheeks and Peeta's to go bright red. I scowl at her.
"Totally Jo. I'm sure my screams will echo into tomorrow. We got everything?" Everyone laughs, and she nods. "Oh we set up sleep plans and which cars we're taking. You, Peeta, Finnick, Annie, Madge and I are going in the big van with the hiking backpacks, and the other five are taking the rest in Cato's truck. Since we have six two person tents, Finn and Annie are sharing. Cato and Clove in another, Gale and Thresh, Madge and Foxface, I get one to myself, and you and Peeta can have the last." I nod, and grab my bags out of the bed.
"Well, let's get this show on the road." I say, throwing my bags into the van.