Strips of sunlight peer through the black venetian blinds. The small room now lit, everything can be seen. Peeta lays in his bed asleep, partially underneath the white duvet. The room is rectangular in shape and reasonably small. The door lies one of the longest walls and on the opposing wall there is a bed, a wardrobe and a shelving unit with different books, CDs and DVDs on. Next to the door is a wooden desk that has been painted black, on it some books and a laptop. Next to it again in the corner is a unit with a few draws and on top a TV and an XBOX. On the smallest wall by the TV is a window and on the opposite wall, next the bed, a small bedside unit made of a pale wood, on it a lamp and an alarm clock. It's 7 o'clock and the alarm starts ringing, a repetitive beeping sound fills the room and Peeta stirs from his slumber.

He raises his arm and pushes the snooze button before letting it fall back by his side. He lifts his head up and opens his eyes. When everything comes into focus he looks at the clock at the time, making sure he hadn't overslept. His head falls back into the pillow, wishing he could lie there for a few more hours but he gets up anyway to get ready for work.

Peeta and his family have been living in Panem for almost 2 months now. His parents decided to move here in the summer so that they could have a fresh start. They bought a bakery here and have plan to start a line of bakeries. They found a small, cheap one to buy about a year ago and decided to make a start here. Peeta wasn't happy with the plan originally, starting a new school in Senior year wasn't something he had wanted, but, he soon came to terms with it, understanding that this was something his parents really wanted.

Peeta gets out of bed and stretches. He reaches down into his boxer briefs to adjust and leaves the room. He heads into the bathroom that's next to his door on the landing. Staring at his reflection he debates taking a shower. His half naked body emits the smell of sweat but he chooses to shower after work. His ashy blonde hair falls in waves over his forehead. He has blue eyes, pale skin and a stocky build. He gently moves the palm of his hand over his protruding pecs and lowers it down to feel his abs, only slightly visible. He reaches into a wicker draw and pulls out body spray, covering his body with the smell of lynx in the same motion that his hand moved prior. He pulls his boxer briefs out and sprays into them, flinching at the cold, tingling sensation. Then he brushes his teeth and washes his face before leaving the room.

As he's about to enter his bedroom her hears a cat whistle from behind him. He turns to see his younger brother, Lloyd, leaning against the door frame of his own room also in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, smirking in a teasing manner. He gives Peeta a wink who just turns around and walks back into his room holding his middle finger up to the 16 year old behind him. Although a year older than him, Peeta envies Lloyd for his abnormally good looks and charming personality. His other brother, Giles is 20 and at college so he sees very little of him but Peeta is much closer to Giles, he can get along with him better. He changes into a pair of blue jeans and a black slim-fit t-shirt. After running a comb through his hair he heads downstairs and walks through a door in the kitchen that leads into the bakery/coffee shop his parents bought. When he walks in his father is already there, taking the upside down chairs on the tables and placing them on the floor ready for seating. He instructs Peeta to help his mother prepare the display unit. He enters the large kitchen specifically for the bakery and sees his mother taking bread rolls out of the oven. He takes a few trays of different breads, sandwiches and cakes and arranges them neatly in the glass unit, making a spectacle out of it for the customers who come in for their breakfast. Once they had finished prepping the shop they open it.

Peeta takes his place behind the counter where a cash register lies next to the display. behind him is another counter that has a coffee machine on and other various machines for drinks. After waiting for 5 minutes someone walks in, an old woman.

"Hi, Mrs Cohen" Peeta said with a smile. She comes in quite regular since the bakery opened, as she knew the previous owner so it was routine for her to come here for breakfast.

"Peeta, Darling, how many times have I got to tell you, call me Mags" she chuckled walking up to the counter. Peeta had already started making a tea for her knowing what she has every morning. He puts two sugars in it and from the display unit he takes out a some brown bread from a pre-cut loaf. He puts it in the toaster and brings the tea over to her.

"Take a seat if you want, I'll bring the toast over to you when its ready" She smiled at him and picked the tea up.

"And what about that other rascal" She said with a laugh as she slowly moved over to a single table.

"Lloyd? He's upstairs I think"

"Well that's not fair is it, leaving you do all the work" She said taking a sip of the tea, scrunching her eyes realising it's too hot for consumption.

"No, I suppose not" Peeta laughed, putting the money she had given him in the cash register. "He is supposed to be helping out though, just too lazy" Mags laughed. They chatted for a bit while she had her breakfast, only two other people came in so it was slow. It got a bit busier when she left, people rushing in for their morning coffee, heading off to work. It was a bit difficult to manage being the only one serving but Peeta managed to do it. He was glad that this was his last morning as school started back next week. Although he was still dreading it, he was never good at making friends, the complete opposite of his brother who's good looks and charm meant everyone was friends with him, he would maybe even be better off here, making new friends.

At about 10 after it had been quite for some time, Peeta decided to clean. He was wiping down the counter when the bell above the door rang, he lifted his head up to see an Adonis of boy. He had blonde short hair that was messy and damp with sweat. He wore a pair of shorts that revealed much of his powerful legs and a tight white t-shirt that clung to his skin from the sweat. His muscles protruded from the shirt, his biceps filling the sleeve up, his pecs almost completely visible through it. His shape was amazing, the upside down triangle so clearly visible, his shoulders huge and powerful. Peeta's eyes met his, they were a deep blue and beautiful. His chiselled features left Peeta in awe, captivated by his beauty. A musky, sweaty smell filled the room, he must been jogging or something, 'a jock' Peeta thought.

"Hey" He said, his voice deep and masculine, it sent shivers through Peeta's body that went straight to his crotch. "I'll have latte please, make it strong."

"Uh-uh, sure" Peeta stammered but stood still, like a statue.

"You gonna make it or what" The boy said, his eyes scrunched in confusion.

"Sorry!" Peeta exclaimed and turned quickly to make the coffee. He handed him the coffee and the boy left. Peeta felt so stupid, standing there, gawking over him. He was straight, Peeta was adamant of it, but nevertheless her couldn't get him out of his mind.