Authors Note: Hello, I'm Peetaluver98! Well this story takes place right after the end of the Mocking Jay but is before the Epilogue so here we go. Please take the time to review my story and tell me how I did because I always read them and try to put them into consideration!
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~Peetaluver98
Disclaimer: (I will only do one of these stupid things…) I do not own any of the characters from this story so all the rights remain with Suzanne Collins!
Chapter 1
"Peeta," Her gurgled voice swarmed my head, "Stop!" People flooded the room and pried my fingers from around her neck. I watched in slow motion the aftermath of what I had done. Her body went limp as Haymitch caught her mid fall. Katniss's olive skin tone was polluted by my hand marks around her neck. I felt the pinch on my arm as the needle went in.
*out of dream*
I woke up in my bed completely frazzled. I looked around the room to recognize where I was. "It was just a dream" I coaxed myself.
I leaned back onto my pillows, tired. I knew they were just nightmare, but the truth was I had actually done that to the love of my life. I lay in bed for a few minutes before resolving to get up. I looked at the clock on the desk. It was eight o'clock in the morning and I was pretty sure she was awake.
Footsteps came steadily up the stair to my room. I got up cautiously, and tiptoed to the bedroom door. My hand reached out to open the door ever so slightly.
"Purr…purr" Buttercup swished his yellow tail in frustration."Buttercup?" I asked curiously while opening the door wider.
He simple sat and stared at me for a while before stretching and curling up by my door. I shook my head and headed for the shower. It took me a few minutes before I fully figured out the high-tech buttons to turn the damn thing on…
My newly polished skin glowed as I wiped the remaining water of my arms. I threw the towel into the hamper before putting on my dark blue robe. The emblem of the mocking jay stood broad on my clothes. A smile formed on my lips. This was a gift from Katniss's stylist, Cinna.
I padded down the stairs with bare feet. The smell of flowers filled the air as I approached the living room. I looked around for the source of the smell when I saw the vase of the roses I planted in Katniss's yard a few days back. A note sat next to the gift.
Peeta-
I'm sorry I have somewhat avoided you the past days. We need to talk.
-Katniss
I sank down into the couch with a soft thump. I let the note fall to the ground while I stared at the Primroses. I got up from my stance and heading upstairs to get dressed.
Katniss's POV~
I opened the fridge and searched for something to eat. Finding the eggs, I walked over to stove and began to push buttons when a heard a tap at the door. The eggs continued to slowly cook as I went to get the door. My eyes focused on Peeta's masculine figure leaning against the door. I felt my chest swell with longing. I really had missed him; His tight arms around me as I slept, and the gentle sounds of him sleeping. "Hello," I spoke. His nose wrinkled as he smelled the air, "Are you cooking?"
My eyes widened as I spun around to see my eggs smoking on the oven. I fanned the smoke quickly, and pulled the hot pan from the stove. Peeta looked at me with a quizzical expression. "You actually use the pre-settings?" He asked distastefully. "Yes," I answered, "Not all of us can cook Mr. Mellark!"
I was in the process of throwing the pan in the sink when I heard him behind me."I was just kidding, Ms. Everdeen" He murmured softly in my ear.
I turned to find my face at his chest, "I…" My eyes met his for the first time in a long while. Those ice colored eyes that don't fit the seam grey ones everybody in district 12 has. I tore my eyes away. I felt him back away slowly. "Sorry." He whispered quietly. I looked back up when guilt hit, "No! Ugh… don't be sorry! I just... I just haven't been with you in a long time. It feels good." A smile plays on his lips as he walks past me. "So do you want me to make you real breakfast and not some fake capitol food?" I laughed, "Well you mean the old capitol!" "Of course, who knows what it's like now…?" He trailed off. A moment of awkward silence passed. I stood up to where he was and looked at the simmering pan and burn egg in the sink.
"So what are we making?" He scoffed, "You're making nothing. I will make breakfast. Wait for me in the living room?" "Okay, Peeta bread." My watched him as I walked out of the room. "I'll get you for that!" I heard him call as I sat down. My smile went wider, "Oh sure." He joined me on the couch a few minutes later with a plate filled with grapes, toast, eggs, and he handed me a warm cup of tea.
We sat and laughed together until we were done. I took the plates and went to clean them up.
"Hey, look! Plutarch is making an amusement on that new show of his!" Peeta hollers over the sound of the water. I walked into the living room and took a seat next to him on the couch. Then the announcement began. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to announce that the 76th Hunger Games will be held this next following week. The tributes will not be as normal, but will be the children of our fallen capitol. The victors that remain from our last Hunger Games will be the mentors: Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Peeta Mellark, Beetee Sims, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, and Enobaria Wells. Well, this will be fun! And May the odds be ever so in your favor!"
Just like that the TV turned off and we were going to be back into the Hunger Games.
Authors Note: Okay well there you go! R&R please! Thank you!
~Peetaluver98