A/N: It's just a one-shot. Takes place during Catching Fire, before the Quarter Quell, but everybody knows about it by now. Hope you like it :)

Edit 7/06/12: Just wanted to change the ending.

Disclaimer: I don't own THG


I always despised all those girls. The girls who would practically skip around after a boy had asked them out. I never understood why they would seem so happy. Love was something I didn't understand at all. Love was something that was at the bottom of my list. Love was just a distraction.

Love didn't get food on the table.

I didn't have any time looking for love. I didn't need it. I didn't want it. I never expected it.

Until he came along.

The boy with the bread. The boy who loved me ever since he was five years old. The boy who made me look weak. Of course, he was trying to help me, but the idea of being star-crossed lovers was preposterous!

I hated how we acted in front of the cameras when we were in the games. Every touch, every kiss was fake. An act. But there were times I felt like it was real...like it wasn't just for the cameras.

Like he actually loved me. Like he actually felt something for me. Like it wasn't for the cameras. It was meant for me. Only me.

It felt like it was real.

Peeta Mellark, the boy with the bread, would be working hard to make sure I stayed alive. Coincidentally, I would be doing the same for him.

I think about Peeta more often, now. It seemed like I couldn't get him off my mind. In the beginning, I found this highly frustrated. But now, I sort of enjoy it.

Why?

Because for once in my life, I may actually know, or comprehend, the definition of love.

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