Fire Daisies
This story is not part of Panem High.
Peeta and Katniss are 11 right now.
Peeta's POV
I've had my eyes on her since four years ago in school when she sang the Valley Song.
I can't work up the nerve to talk to her. She's too beautiful. Too intimidating. She doesn't even know how pretty she is. Daddy told me he was in love with her mother.
The girl I love is named Katniss Everdeen.
Her hair is dark brown and always in a braid. It's hard to imagine it down, but I dream of touching it someday. Her eyes are a light gray with flecks of electric blue. I've caught her eye a couple of times. Every time she looks away. I wonder how it is in the Seam. She has a sister named Prim that represents her mother a lot. Katniss looks more like her father, though I've never seen him. But I can guess.
Speaking of her father, he died with Gale Hawthrone's dad.
I don't know what goes on between Gale and Katniss. They don't look like they have a girlfirned-boyfriend relationship, and they're more than friends.
Whatever it is, I'm extremely jealous of Hawthorne.
So right now, I'm walking around the edge between the Merchant kids' houses and the Seam, trying to work up the courage to go to Katniss' house. I know where she lives because I've practically been stalking that beauty for the last five years.
As I'm pacing around the border, I spot a bunch of red dots in the distance in a green field. Was that what I thought it was?
Excited, I ran towards the speckled field and examined the red.
Fire daisies.
Fire daisies mysteriously appear on only one day of the year, only in District 12. as mysterious as they were, they were incredibly beautiful to me.
Because they remind me of Katniss.
They are the mirror image of daisies, except the petals are pointed at the ends and they are a bright, fiery red with blackened tips.
Exactly Katniss; bright, raging, and beautiful.
I pick what I think is a nice one and head to Katniss' house.
Katniss' POV
Someone knocks on the door. Prim would get it, but since she's somewhere, and my mother would never get it, so I have no choice to drag myself over to the door. When I open it, blonde, Merchant, confused Peeta Mellark is there with his eyes shut tight and holding something out to me so tightly, his knuckles were white.
A lone beautiful fire daisy was in his hand.
I grabbed it and as I did, my fingers brushed Peeta's. The place where we touched started to burn pleasantly. The fire growing in my stomach was telling me that I liked Peeta.
Did I?
Peeta started to open his eyes when he noticed I accepted his gift. Breathtaking blue, his eyes were. He smiled a little bit.
"Um...See you at school." he said quickly and ran away. My eyes followed him as he ran.
I had a crush on Peeta Mellark.