A/N- Hey everyone, this is theeShadyLady. This is a fanfic from Peeta's POV at various times during The Hunger Games book. I am planning to have ten chapters, maybe more if I think of more scenes.

((DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Hunger Gamesby Suzanne Collins or Come and Get itsung by Selena Gomez.))

CHAPTER 1: "The Reaping"

"This love will be the death of me

but I know I'll die happily."

Selena Gomez("Come and Get It")

Four. Four slips of paper with my name on them in the Reaping Bowl this year.I know the thought is at least on my father's mind, but it's not on mine. Because my mind is busy reciting the phrase not Katniss, not Katniss, please not Katniss. I plead it in my head all the way to the square and I find a place between some of the other sixteenyear old merchant boys. I try my best to think positively as my eyes automatically fix themselves on Katniss, even though I promised I wouldn't put myself through that torture.

I see that she's staring at someone behind me. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Hawthornebearing a sad smile, but he mouth's back something that I can't understand. That should be me! I groan in my mind. But I know I shouldn't let myself think like , I just keep silently repeating, not Katniss, not Katniss, please not Katniss, because maybe this year I will build up the courage to talk to her... or at least smile at it works, it's not her. It's Primrose Everdeen who is reaped. Relief floods over me because it's not her. But then it hits me. I shouldn't be relieved.That's her sister! What if she—

"I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute."

...volunteers.

My mind starts spinning and I feel tears begin to form in my eyes. What am I going to do?! I never even told I'll tell her before she gets on the train. Yeah. Maybe... BUT she's not the only girl in District 12. My logical mind starts to take over. But she's the only one you really want!The in-love part of mind says kicking logic back in its place.

"Peeta!" someone nudges my side. "Peeta, that's you!"

"What?" I blink some of my tears away.I was so focused on trying to get control of my emotions that I apparently missed the second reaping.

"Peeta, you were just reaped," I feel myself being pushed I hear the guy that's pushing me say under his breath,"Go get your girl." And that's when I realize that my friends don't know how to keep anything I tell them to themselves.

When I reach the stairs I can hardly stand, let alone put one foot in front of the other. Somehowthough, out of shear will power and extreme effort, I make it up the steps and across the stage. Then I force a fake smile, that probably looks more like a grimace, and shake Katniss' hand. I wonder if she remembers that day in the rain. She probably doesn't, she looked so worn down. I should have just walked over and handed her the bread... This time I'll give everything I can to make sure she's safe and that she's the one who comes home. No matter what the cost is.

I tell myself I should say something to her. Anything. But I can't, my throat feels like I swallowed a rock. So I just continue bearing my anti-smile and release her hand from my grip. Effie doesn't ask for a round of applause, which is strange because normally everyone is asked to clap after each tribute is reaped.

I look around at the District 12 silent audience and see Hawthorne. He is glaring at me and suddenly I realize that I finally have something he doesn't. A chance to be her everything.

~theeShadyLady~