Summary: Peeta fails many attempts of asking the love of his life, Katniss Everdeen, to marry him. Full of fluff ! R&R.

A/N: Hola! Que tal! This is my second story and I hope you all lurvee it. Who's watched The Hunger Games movie? I have it on my iPod Touch, I've watched it 11 times NO LIE! It's faboulousssssssssssss i love it! Anyway, I'll give you a virtual cookie if you review! ENJOY!;)

I was ready. Today was the day. Adrenaline rushed through my vains as what I was going to do today could change things for the best, or in extreme cases,

the worst.

Today is the day, I ask Katniss Everdeen to marry me. Don't get me wrong, I know the consequences. I reach into my trouser pocket and smile as I feel a small box at the palm of my hand.

"Why are you smiling to yourself. You must of slept well, cus' I didn't."

I look up, I see Katniss, her hair all tangled and in her soft cotton pijamas. She's never looked more beautiful. I watch her as she stretches and strunches up her nose like a paper ball. This girl is driving me crazy, she must be doing this on purpose.

"Oh." I say. "It's nothing, just in a good mood I guess." I reply as casually as I can.

She nods like she seems to understand.

Katniss leaves to go hunting, just like every other day. I stay home and bake, just like every other day. It's what we do, really. I guess you can say it's become our routine. It helps us forget in some ways, but we call it our "hobbies" I start to think of my engagement to Katniss later on tonight when she's back home. I honestly didn't plan it out as much as I thought I did, and I can't just do it. I start to calm myself down with deep breaths, before I have another flashback. That would be a memorable engagment. I take out a pen and paper, and wash my hands and remove the sticky dough that sits on my hands. I sit down at the counter, and begin to write.

Reasons why Katniss will marry me:
1) She has admited her love to me in the past.
2) We live together.
3) We are going to the next level.

My heart beats rapidly as it sinks in. Thats all I have, I think. I write another list.

Reasons why Katniss will NOT marry me:
1) She never wants to get married.
2) She doesn't think she deserves it.
3) She is not ready yet.

I run my eyes over the list once more, and again, and again until I realise it. It hits me in the gut and it hurts so bad. The list of why Katniss will marry me fail in comparison to the reasons why she wouldn't. My eyes shine as a coat of water covers it. I run out the door, and head to the one place I rarely go to in a crisis. Haymitch.

I bang hard on the door. After what seems like eternity, Haymitch finally opens the door.

"What do you want, boy?" He slurs. "Girl trouble?" then he bursts into a fit of laughter that sounds like a drunk witch, or in this case, Haymitch.

"I need to talk to you." I say.

"Urgh," he complains. "Can't you see I'm busy?" he points to the inside of his dark home, and I squint trying to see what he's so busy with.

"You seem free." I whisper.