Hello! So exams are over and I have a whole lot of free time on my hands. Therefore, I wanted to write a Hunger Games fanfiction! There's going to be a whole lot of chapters and hopefully you will all give me your opinions and *fingers crossed* enjoy reading it! It's a warped version of the actual Hunger Games book by Suzanne Collins, but there aren't any new characters so just to disclaim, I don't own any of the characters or the actual Hunger Games {I wish!} I suppose you could definitely say that this first chapter is ambiguous and so it might cause a bit of confusion, but in the next chapters things will become a wholeee lot clearer!

So Enjoy :)

With their hands intertwined they leisurely approached the lit bakery, his bakery, the bakery that harboured all of their loved ones, their friends and family unbeknownst to the news that they would deliver. It had been three years since Peeta's life had changed, since he metamorphosed into a man, it had also been a year and a half since his whole universe had toppled down on him, leaving him a mere echo of what he used to be. But this was change, he didn't know if it was for the better but he sure as hell knew that it was just another step away from the Games, from the ghost of the Capital, from her. The marketplace in District 12 was his home, and yet the memory of the vacancy and despondency of the obliteration was long gone and had been replaced with a thriving town where the fear of the reaping was no more.

They walked slowly for Peeta's sake, his metal Capitol contraption leg and the cobblestoned pavement didn't seem to go hand in hand, but yet she was patient and merely kept her eyes on the bakery. It had been a whirlwind for her, to have someone, to love someone but they had come so far. Peeta's nightmares had become less severe and happened once in a blue moon, and after time he no longer drifted into past memories that seemed to a "taboo" in their relationship. She looked up at Peeta Mellark, who's deep blue eyes focused on the irregular pattern of the cobblestones, his blonde hair still had its regular wave to it where it would curl slightly at the bottom it wasn't as short as it used to be and he regularly moulded it and shaped it with his hands when he was thinking or perplexed. He was handsome and he was hers. He caught her eye and the corner of his mouth tugged up slightly showing no teeth but a small dimple on his cheek.

"Are you ready?" He said feeling suddenly self-conscious due to her calculating gaze, she smiled the same smile, one that was so exuberant and confident that it almost seemed to surprise Peeta every time. They could hear the muffle of conversations within the building, and Peeta suddenly found himself becoming very nervous. He smoothed down the suit jacket, feeling the painful reminiscence of the last time he had worn a suit.

"You look dashing sweetheart , it's a very nice suit."

The poignancy of her endearing term, she would never know but that single world "sweetheart" propelled Peeta's brain into linking the cherished memories that he had attempted to bury, the drunk yet slightly creepy expression that his mentor had said so many times, the way they had mimicked him and used it as one of their many "inside" jokes. But that was the significance of that word, whatever happy memory Peeta could connect it to it would still lead to the same result, the utter misery that would creep back upon him and shove a blade into his stomach. Metaphorical of course, but it still made Peeta's knuckles clench at the pulsating in his stomach. It was almost as if it was another life, a story that someone would tell that he was unable to relate to purely because alike the Games, he didn't know what was real and wasn't.

Peeta was instantly aware of the silence, that he hadn't given her a response and that he was trying to show her that he was doing fine and was living in the presence. But living in the presence was seemingly impossible when your entire being and self was trapped in the memories of the past. As if upon reflex, he quickly ducked down to her short height and pressed his lips against her cheek,

"You look very pretty as well."

And she did, she was wearing a very girly pink dress with a matching flower tucked in her blonde locks, she was very pretty and it wasn't as if Peeta wasn't conscious of the effort she made, he knew that his brothers and half of the town were jealous of how he had gotten one of the prettiest girls in the district. Peeta sighed at the thought and squeezed her hand gently, he was just about to open the double doors when she stopped in him in his tracks.

"Peeta, are you still sticking by what you said? About tonight? I mean we have been together for so long, and it would be nice to finally…"

Her forwardness showed her desperation for the physical aspect of their relationship, and her blunt tone brought a light blush on Peeta's cheeks. He knew that he had denied her for so long of what she wanted, and they had passed several boundaries yet much to her disappointment, Peeta was always the one who stopped it from going any further. There just wasn't the desire to do that with her, he had tried to explain it to her that it was difficult for him, but she had always thought this difficulty stemmed from his embarrassment with his leg. That wasn't the case, and deep down Peeta hoped that one day her naivety would crack and she would realise the true reason.

"I made a promise, I won't break it."

He couldn't believe the words had erupted from his mouth, as soon as they had escaped he wanted to rewind time and take them back. Peeta didn't want to follow through with it, but he also didn't want to disappoint her. Therefore, he felt as if he had no choice, to sacrifice his morals and his promises to another girl was unthinkable, but at the stake of her happiness? He had disappointed her enough, and enough time had passed that he knew the past promise he had made was irrelevant in the terms that it would never happen.

She grinned up at him, a toothy fearless smile, and Peeta found himself dreading the night, knowing that the conscience in his brain would prevent him from fulfilling his promise and effectively the girl. He managed a half smile back at her, whilst his brain continued to whirr in conflict of what he was going to do. They both walked in to the bakery, hand in hand to meet the cheers of their family and friends.

Peeta Mellark and Delly Cartwright, the "happiest" couple in the District.

So there is alot that hasn't even been touched on yet, but don't worry I'll get there :)
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