A story of a boy who falls in love with someone in his District, but whose heart may reside in the Girl whose life he saved some time ago. Is he out of Luck or will he find love again?

This FanFiction will feature Boy on Boy Love. This is my first story, so bear with me. I probably won't get it right the first time but that doesn't mean I won't try.

Peeta POV (3rd Person)

Peeta opened his eyes to the grey light of early dawn. The sun had yet to come up and he knew he needed to get moving. He started by washing up and dressing in green pants that had a few holes in them, wearing out hand-me-downs, and a baggy white t-shirt. He crept past his brothers' beds, making sure not to wake them as he headed to the kitchen and began with the chores. Cleaning up whatever mess was left before he went to bed last night and starting the baking for business. He knew people would be waiting so he went to the store room and collected a few loaves of bread and set them in the oven to heat up. He then started to prepare cookies, for his older brother, and made cake batter, for the other. It was something he always did for them. His mother or rather their mother would wake up and be proud of them for getting started without her and be angry with him for not finishing up last night's work. Which always seemed to be the case, not matter what he did he could never get all the things his mother wanted him to done. He sighed, as he grabbed a bag and a few rolls and a couple loaves of bread.

He ran out the door with the bag and headed to the Gates which lead to the fence protecting the District from all the animals that might attack them, though everyone knew it was to keep them from poaching. The Fence was electric which did the job of deterring predators but it wasn't always on. Which of course was how anyone managed to get fresh supplies, be it meat or berries and the like. He smiled when he saw them, Katniss Everdeen and Gale Hawthorne. They both look in his direction as he approaches and wave smiling back at him. "I hoped I'd catch you two before you slip off into the Meadow." He huffs as he reaches them. He opens his pack and reaches and pulls out the two loaves of bread and hands it to them. "Here, I figured you guys would need something to eat while you were out hunting. And of course my dad would appreciate having some fresh meat if you have some to spare." He said smiling at them, his gaze lingering on Gale a little longer than at Katniss.

"Thanks." Katniss said, smiling slightly as she stored the loaf in the bag. Gale smiled at Peeta before smiling more warmly at Katniss. How Peeta envied her for that look that said I love you. She didn't even know how lucky she was, how could she? She clearly didn't see or understand how Gale obviously felt for her; either that or she had no intentions of returning those feelings to him. Which Peeta desperately hoped was the case.

Turning he waved at them before running off towards home, where his mother would be up and furious that he had decided to take off and make him finish his brother's chores that he started for them. Clearly they didn't really appreciate all that he did for them or knew that no matter what they said their mother would be angry with Peeta.

He walked in and found that his mother had yet to wake thankfully but noticed that both his brothers were up and almost finished with the baking he had started for them. He sighed knowing that he'd have to try to catch up before- his mother walked in dressed for the day and noticed Peeta's lapse in activity while his brothers worked diligently. Her lips pressed into a thin line and her eyes narrowed in his direction. "I'd get to work Peeta because as I recall you didn't finish baking all the bread, decorating the cakes, cleaning the kitchen or selling all the cookies your father worked so hard on yesterday." She said in a firm almost unfriendly tone. "Why can't you be more responsible like your brothers?" she asked glancing at them and smiling. "Morning boys, at least I know that when I'm gone I can count on you two to keep business going." She said, affectionately.

Peeta sighed as he went and began finishing what he started earlier. He wished he could understand why his mother hated him so much, why she always had to criticize him. It wasn't fair that he did more than either of his brothers and even helped them with their share of work and his mother still wouldn't be satisfied with him. He began to feel a little better as his father came in and greeted them all warmly. Peeta swore if it wasn't for that man he wasn't sure how he'd have made it all these years.

"I need someone to come with me to get more supplies, Peeta would you mind?" he asked, knowing that I'd jump on any chance to escape. "Peeta already had a late start this morning! He hasn't even finished his duties from last night! He needs to stay here!" his mother screeched before he got a chance to respond. "It's alright Mom. I'll do Peeta's work for him, besides my shoulders been hurting so I'd rather not do any heavy lifting." His eldest sibling said, saving Peeta. "Well that's so generous of you darling, glad I have someone to pick up the boy's slack." She said, looking at him like he was an angel for returning a favor to Peeta. He glared at the floor moments from snapping and earning himself a beating.

His father put a hand on his shoulder and led him out of the Bakery. He was silent on their way to the Hob, fuming about how his mother treated him. Did she love him at all? It really didn't seem like it anymore, he didn't even try to pretend that she cared for him. "I swear the only reason she keeps me around is so that she can have someone to blame when something goes wrong." Peeta said, venting aloud. "Now Peeta, you know that isn't true. Your mother loves you." He said softly, pulling him in for a hug.

A tear escaped one of Peeta's blue eyes, as the anger faded and was replaced with pain as his father hugged him. "I find that hard to believe anymore." He said quietly his voice breaking as he tried not to start sobbing. "Don't worry son, one day you'll see." He said in a comforting tone which almost fooled Peeta. He had to stop himself from saying Yeah maybe one day when I'm dead.

He took a steadying breath and pulled away and walked on towards the Hob. He waited outside for his father to go in and get everything he needed. He stood there, wondering what how Gale and Katniss were doing in the woods and how long it would take them to get back. Maybe they'd meet here at the Hob. He started to think of Gale, as he'd done many times before, out in the woods hunting. Gale's strong muscular arms flexing as he pulled the bow string tight as he prepared to shoot the deer they'd been tracking. The sun had come up now and it was getting pretty warm. Peeta imagined how Gale would be starting to sweat by now, how it would cover his body in a pleasant sheen. He imagined how a drop of sweat would roll down Gale's chest, his skin a beautiful golden brown color. How Gale would wipe his brow to clear away the sweat, lean into a tree and lick his lips before taking a long drink of cool water. Peeta desperately wished he could taste those salty sweet lips, pink and luscious. He imagined himself kissing Gale, their bodies pressed together, his hands exploring the grooves of Gale's abs, and just as his fingers started to slip into Gale's jeans his thoughts were interrupted.

"Peeta! I've been trying to get your attention for the last minute." His father said as Peeta refocused on reality. Blushing, Peeta turned and started heading towards his father, and realizing that his jeans were a bit tight and he tried to walk without drawing too much attention to the hard on he'd gotten while daydreaming about Gale. "Sorry." He said looking down, still blushing, "I kind of spaced out there for a few minutes." He said as he started to lift the hundred pound bag of flour his dad had just purchased. He slammed it down on the cart and went back to get the other bags. As he finished loading them he started to push the cart out and back towards their house.