DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters or Silent Hill. This is a simple fanfiction. I'd been writing with my friend Peeta-so all from his POV are his writing. It has all of our love-able characters with a twist. Based on the Silent Hill Homecoming Game. We hope you enjoy our interesting crossover. And may the odds, be ever in our favor. ::

"Order up!" My voice carried over the resturant chatter, a younger couple retreiving their fries. Solar was never my first choice of job-mostly because of how popular it had been. Katniss Everdeen, the girl who was broke. Everyone from school came here, either for the food or to make comments behind my back. But they lacked my drive, my responsibility. Each time I felt even the hint of embarrasment, I thought of Prim. No, I would never fall victim to the word of other's. Because at the end of the day, my sister needed me. And that was worth all the social interogation I received.

"Sup Catnip, did you miss me?" I didn't need to look, I knew it was Gale. The only one who favored that nickname-and they only who really addressed me at all. Of course, there was always the occasional profanity from Clove-but Gale could be considered a friend. If not for my boss, he'd be the best thing about this place. Someone to talk to, judgement free. While Gale was older than me, he too knew what it meant to care for his younger siblings. His father drinking away their rent money and neglecting the younger ones. He carried the burden of his blood and it had been the bond we shared. I rolled my eyes at his words. Though there was still the lingering curiosity-why out of all the girls did Gale talk to me. Most of the high school pined over him, and yet only I was graced with his time of day. "Looks like you're going to be missing me, I'm clocking out. Give my bests to Cinna."

I moved around the counter, just to stand on the opposite end. The grin daring to spread across my face. This-aside from around Prim was the only place I really smiled. The Solar being my sanctuary. And I owed it all-to the Mayor's boy. "Can I get an order of your best chillie cheese fries?" My voice casual as Gale smirked back at me. "Oh no, we don't serve your kind here." He held his hands up in defense as I tossed a mint at him. "And what kind might that be?" His joking face, fell to one of slight disappointment. "The kind that don't plan on going to the festival." He wasn't really mad I was missing it-he was mad I'd told him I wouldn't be going-with him. Not that I wasn't attracted to Gale-or even that I didn't want to go. But I wasn't so eager to celebrate with the rest of the town-they'd mostly hated me enough as it was. "Gale I told you-" "I know I know. Order coming up." I hated when he did that, shut off from me. I swear he was too emotional sometimes. Over worked on pointless things, like some stupid date.

I stood there, feeling more alone than ever. Fingers tapping relentlessly on the counter as I waited my order. Prim wasn't home yet-on a saturday morning she was probably still at her friend's house. It was the only time I got to relax, when she was at a sleepover. Though Mom was always weird about letting her out of the house-I gave her the okay. And that was all that mattered. "Cat piss." I turned, seeing Clove and Cato walk into the solar, her eyes narrowed on me. To be fair, I have no idea what I ever did to piss her off so much, but Clove had taken the word hate to newer levels. "Wow, did you come up with that all by yourself?" I smiled at her as she stalked passed the taller male. Gale shoved my fries at me which was effective in making me feel unwelcomed. But if I left everytime I felt unwanted somewhere, I'd disappear all together. So instead I took a seat at the booth.

Today was the day I would swallow my fear and take charge. All my life I have been a silent boy. I just never found developing friendships a top priority. True friends? How can they exist if you were the son of the mayor? Getting on my good side is what these teenagers wanted most from me. Which frightened me too much. Did they think I was rich? Because I never felt wealthy. I was never the type to throw grand parties while my mother was away. There was no mansion, just a simple house. In fact, I felt pretty poor during these times.

The student-filled hallways was a blurred mass of bodies. Only one person stood out. Her beauty shone from the rest like a glittering diamond. I just wished she noticed me like the rest. I craved for her attention. It became sick how many times I would search for her through the hallway between classes. She was a girl with little smiles. No one really cared for her presence unlike me. Katniss being the exact opposite of myself as what sparked my interest completely. I had few classes with her and she never sat near me. Actually, she never sat near anyone. Some days, I wished to just pull a chair beside her and comment on the braid in her hair. Other times, I wanted for her to just meet my eyes just once. But that was too big of a dream to conjure.

One day at lunch, while listening in on a conversation with my 'friends', a worthy topic finally came up. "So apparently that Katniss chick has no money at all. No jobs will take her either. What a sad creature." Clove said. My eyebrows narrowed but I remained silent. "Hey Peet." A pair of thin arms wrapped around my bicep and squeezed. "The Founder's Day dance is in a few months. Who are you planning on taking?" Clove batted her eyes in an attempt on being alluring. I shrugged and yanked my arm away gently. "I have this one person in mind." I didn't give time for my admirer to respond. Instead, my feet led me out the school and into the town diner.

The greasy cook greeted me with discheveled hair and oily hands. "What can I get you Peet?" A small smirk appeared on my face. "Just a favor, Haymatch." The cook looked surprised but shook off any concern. "What do you want, boy?" Out of everyone in this damn town, Haymatch has been the closest aquaintance I ever had. He was a little crazy yet wise as well. I admired him for his knowledge and was always amused by his humor. "Well, there's this girl-" "Oh God don't tell me you're in love Peet." My lips formed a tight line. "I just need you to give her a job. She's really great with people and is a very hard worker." Haymitch contemplated with his eyes fixated on mine then sighed. "It's that Everdeen girl, correct? I heard she's been bothering businesses non stop for weeks." He paused for a moment and continued. "Fine, but only because I trust your word."

Ever since then, Katniss began working at the Solar. I felt better about myself when I did that. But still, she was unaware of my existence. Loving from afar sucked and it was hard to withstand it until today. My date to the Founder's Day dance would be her. I promised myself I wouldn't back down once I've seen her face behind that counter. I swallowed and made my way into the diner. It was quiet than usual except for Clove's voice. My eyes scanned the area in search of Katniss. "Hey Peet!" Shit. I took evasive action and took the spot across from my future date. Clove blinked to process what was happening. "Why are you sitting here?" Her tone was scary but not intimidating. I closed off all attention of Clove and fixed myself on the seat to properly ask Kat. "I know this is really awkward and I am sorry if this is a little rushed but would you be my date to the Founder's Day dance Katniss?"

It wasn't uncommon for Clove to bother me. She'd made it her top priority to be perhaps one of the meanest girls in the school. While Glimmer was prettier, Clove stood out no matter where she went. I ignored her rude comments and I chewed happily away. No Prim begging me to sing to her, no more of Gale's neverending rants. And believe me, they truly were neverending. It was just my time, to relax. Or so I thought. My eyes went to the boy who came in, and I felt an odd sense of calm. Of all the kids in Shepherd's Glen's Peeta Mellark was probably the sweetest. The Mayor's Boy, and I couldn't help but blink in surprise as he sat across from me.

Clove's voice both irritating and nearly in my ear I winced. Eyebrows raised at his sudden words. So he was dodging her? I turned slightly, looking at the pout on her freckled face. Then my eyes drifted to Gale who was nowhere to be seen. I'd been ready to say no-before I remembered what a fit Gale had thrown. Would Peeta react the same way? Besides, I owed him. And if he wanted a save from the school's smallest tyrant so be it. I tried hard to think of something-anything to say back. My girl instincts, shot. "I would love to, Peeta." Clove cleared her throat.

I slid the tray of fries to the middle of the table, so that the boy could dig in. No reason to make him leave. Besides, Clove would probably jump on the chance to nag him. Why out of all the girls that mooned over Peeta-did he ask me. In fact, she was probably thinking my immediate death right this very moment. My eyes traveled to Peeta, giving him a forced smile. It was no wonder why the girl was obessed, he'd been gorgeous. A chisled chin, soft brown eyes that seemed to smolder. A teen heart throb-if you were into that kind of thing. And somehow, I found myself comparing the two. Gale was so, closed off. Lanky and tall. Peeta was so warm, and muscle-

My eyes drew into his arms as the boy shrugged off his sweater. I knew he had muscles, but I didn't know he had that hiding under there. I felt my gaze linger, tracing the outlines the shirt formed around his biceps. Where did he even get those? It wasn't often when I checked out a guy. In fact, I don't think I ever had-and yet I couldn't tear my eyes away. Face growing hot red before a soda slammed down on the table. I jumped, nearly knocking the tray of fries over as Gale glared down at me. "Mellark." His eyes went to Peeta, weighing him up. Probably calculating how he could take on someone that was his body weight in just muscle alone. I grabbed the soda and narrowed my eyes on the older boy. He didn't own me.

Once she answered I exhaled. Holding my breath for her response felt eternal. Was it okay for me to blush this hard? Do guys even blush like this? My cheeks burned with a fire intensity. She had actually said yes. And not just a normel yes. She "would love" to go to the dance with me. The sweater I wore felt more uncomfortable by the second. Clove, the persistent devil she was, surprisingly walked away with a roll of her eyes and a 'huff'. Being alone in a booth with Katniss was a dream. Now the heat was too much to take and without any warning, I removed my sweater and sighed. "God it's hot in here."

My heart skipped when she offered some of her lunch to me. And then I felt bad. Did she want to be by herself? During school, she was never surrounded by multiple classmates. Often, her oaf of a friend, Gale, would appear and join her. I wasn't jealous, just upset. I could be the best friend she could have. I could be anything she wanted me to be. Maybe that was a little too much. I never believed in 'love at first sight' until now. Until she said yes. Her attention wasn't paid to me anymore as Gale arrived with unordered drinks.

The tone in his voice as he said my last name was awkward. Was he going for intimidating? I chuckled. "Hey Gale. What's up?" The weaker male stood cross-armed and cleared his throat. "I should be asking you that. What do you want with Kat?" My eyebrows narrowed. "Why is it any of your business?" Not only was I embarassed but pissed off at this scrub. My thoughts of what Katniss would do if I harmed her friend was what decided my better judgement in punching him. Gale remained standing tall and continued his rant. "She was obviously sitting alone for a reason. Just because you're the mayor's son gives you no right to act like you own the place." I parted my lips to shout out but instead, nodded my head and smiled. "Fine I'll go."

So many comments could have been made to break down Gale's self esteem. I met Katniss's eyes for a fraction of second and took a fry. "Guess I'll see you there?" I left her alone like she was in the begininng. My anger overtook the sadness. Will I deal with guys like him in the future? I didn't know if i could ever take it. My first conversation with my crush and it had been ruined by a cockblocking menace. Once in my car, I slumped on the driver's seat and sulked for five minutes. Gale the Asshole. I like that name.