Summary: Slash! Modern day AU! Peeta moves from his home into West Virginia. Things are going to get exciting for him when he meets the hottest guy he ever saw: His neighbour, Cato. Everything is fine until the boy opens his mouth. He's arrogant, infuriating, and annoyingly handsome. But he is not just a usual guy. Peeta gets to know that he's not… human... at all. Peetato [PeetaxCato]

Based on one of my favorite books, Obsidian from Jennifer L. Armentrout. Of course this is not the same, I need to add a few things and get some out. Hope you will like it anyways! And thanks for reading boo, xo.

The characters are all Suzanne Collins'. I do not own any of them.

Warning: Swearing, boy x boy, future smut.

Chapter One

Starting over sucks. I told this to my mother a several times who got a job in a hospital in West Virginia, far away from my home.

My mom told me this place is going to be fun. She is doing everything what's possible in order to get me comfortable with my life after I tried to commit suicide at age fourteen because I found out I'm gay and my father died in cancer. It was a long period of time, but I got through it somehow. About the first one, I know I was stupid because I found out down the road that there's nothing I should be ashamed of, and the fault is not in me, but in society.

If I want to talk about the second one, I'd say I still don't find myself stupid because of it. He was the only person I let close to me, but after his death I fell apart. I became introverted, not caring about friends and anything else. I began writing a blog where I put on my critics about the book I read at the moment. Usually I update once a week, because I have a lot of time without having any friends here - or anywhere else after my dad died.

My only outdoor hobby was what remained from my father. Gardening.

He taught me how to do it when I was five years old. I remember that I helped him watering the flowers he just planted. Then I became bigger and he learnt me more, basically gave every knowledge of him.

My other hobby what doesn't have to do anything is baking. My mother taught me it, and I just fell in love with decorating cakes, and making cookies, cakes, and sometimes even bread.

"Honey, you have to eat something!" My mom, Kate says. "Or go to a party, that would be awesome too!"

I run down the stairs, grinning at her. She would always like to get me into going out even if she knows it won't happen. "Nice try." I kiss her on her cheeks. "Morning, anyways. When would you like to begin packing out?" I ask, looking at the box pile I'm facing now. I sigh. "Starting over sucks."

"Congratulations!" She says sarcastically. "You have told this to me for the 1000th time!" Now she became serious. "Seriously, Peeta. You know we were in a bad financial status and that was the best chance for me to get this job." She says, looking deep into my eyes.

"I know, I just.. I just miss Florida." Hundreds of memories are got into my mind. Sun. Beach. The guys I have been checking out... My father.

"Are you sure you miss Florida?" She looks at me again. "I miss him too... Maybe this could be a fresh start for both of us. He would've wanted this too."

"You're right." I force a smile on my face, and a memory strikes me again. I remember about the nickname he found out for me. He always called me Puppy because he said I'm faithful, friendly, kind and adorable like a puppy. I smile for a secons but then I shake my head, it still hurts thinking about him.

"What's for breakfast?" I ask.

"Omlette. Would you like anything else?"

"Omlette is perfect. Thanks mom!" She puts a plate in front of me with the eggs on it. I manage to eat it somehow, but I wasn't hungry at all. "Thanks, this was really good."

"That's just an omlette, Peeta. It is not hard to make it right." She looks into my eyes, I hate when she does this.

"What's wrong?" She asks, but I don't answer. "What's wrong?" She asks again on a higher level of voice.

"Nothing, really. I think I'm going back to my room."

"No you won't." She smiles at me devilishly. I give her a questioning look, and she continues what she wanted to say. "I heard there are some kids in the neighbour who are at the same age..." I cut her off.

"No. I don't want friends. I'm good alone."

Honestly, I'm still hoping that we could move back to Florida even if the chance is slim. I don't want to be here for my senior year, I don't like this place. I don't want to forget my father. I will do what my mother told me to.

"You know what? I will do what you asked me for. I'm going to knock on their door, and I'm going to talk to them, okay?" I know how ridiculous could I get when I am angry, but I get out on the door anyways.

And I just find out on halfway to their house that mom fooled me again. She used my anger against me. Every bones in my body are telling me to stay away from this house, but I don't listen to them.

I walk up on the porch, wanting to knock on the door, but it opens before my fist should touch it.

I expected that I will face myself with two eyes, but no. I have to gulp from the view what's in front of me. My eyes are fixed on the boy's bare chest what is more than perfect. He really should be at my age, but his build doesn't say that. He has a perfectly worked out eight pack - not six - and damn sexy hips. He clears his throat.

When I look up I find him smirking arrogantly at me, but I'm staring in his eyes. They make perfect harmony with the blonde, curly hair of his. I get lost in how intense their colour are, more like the sky when it's fully clear, if not darker a bit. I would say that I saw them glow up for one second, but that's humanly impossible so I reject that at the hand.

"Hi. My name is Peeta." I look at him politely.

"Hey blondie." His voice is deep but sexy, he smells like vanilla and Armani. As I said before, perfect. "Would you get off my porch, or you're going to stay right there hard like a dick?" Did I hear it right? I just came here to say a 'hello' then get out of here.

"I'm not interested in your company either 'blondie', but my mother got me to come here to get some new friends because we just moved here. It seems like I've been searching in the wrong place." I turn, ready to go away when he opens his mouth again.

"Oh so you're a mommy's boy Puppy, heh?" My eyes open wide from the name I just heard.

"What did you call me?" I ask between my teeth, standing on my toes to be aproximately in one height as him but he's still taller a bit. Damn.

"I called you Puppy. I mean, your mouth is big but you don't bite." He winks at me seductively what, let's face it, worked. "I wonder what else could you do with that big mouth. I have some ideas."

"In your dreams, dickhead! It seems like it was a really bad decision for me to come here." I say, rolling my eyes.

"It seems like your life is full of bad decisions if I look at your clothes and hair, babyface. How old are you, twelve?" What the... I'm seriously going to punch this egoist piece of shit in the face.

"Babyface?" I ask from him.. a bit loudly. "I'm seventeen you idiot! But why the hell am I arguing with you? I don't fucking care about a dickhead's opinion!"

"And I don't care about a hum..." He looks at me with disgust. I don't think I'm ugly, but he possibly likes to step over the line. "I mean, your opinion babyface. By the way I'm Cato."

"By the way, who the fuck asked you?" I ask, showing my middle finger to him as I get further. When I reach my house I begin to murmur incomprehensible things about this Cato kid being a total bastard, douchebag, stupid arrogant dickhead ass.

Somehow I manage to calm myself down a little bit, so I get my hand spade and some seedling on the front yard. Mom let me to do my gardening on a specific place of it. After some minutes I get totally relaxed when sweat is covering my face. But I have to stop because I see two - really expensive - shoes. "I'm sorry for my brother." The girl looks exactly the same as Cato. Her hair is long, but still curly, and blonde of course. Her body is the type of what every girl would get jealous for. Even the colour of her eyes are perfectly the same as her brother's. "He could be a total idiot sometimes." She smiles at me friendly.

"Sometimes? It's impossible for me to imagine that guy being actually nice or polite! No offence but he's a dick." I answer honestly.

"Yes, he is actually nice if you are his sister." She laughs with me at this. "Oh I'm really sorry for being impolite with you. My name's Delly."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Delly. I couldn't say the same about your brother." It seems like she got a bit offended by this, so I have to continue before fucking things up. "My name's Peeta."