Ok. so this is my first fic, but have read many fics on this site and know exactly what im doing. this is all the same characters as in the books, but five years later. if you like Katniss and Cinna fic, stay. if not, leave(: i know how annoying it is to wait for updates, so i will try to update every day atleast once. read and review if you want, enjoy.
Prologue: Peeta's point of view
i looked around my bedroom and i could see the dust through the sunlight, begging to seep in dark corners. i stretched and yawned going as slow as i could before walking to the bathroom. i looked in the mirror and had to muffle my gasp with both hands. my face was droopy and dirty. my clothes were ripped, and i had bags under my eyes. my hair was tousled and coming out in fluffy tufts. the only part of me i recognized was my toned abs and shoulders, with my tanned skin and icy blue eyes. the things katniss had told me was her favorite. i didn't even want to know how bad i smelled so i turned on a steaming shower, and washed myself quickly. when i got out i looked in the mirror yet again, and i looked somewhat better. cleaner, by far. i just wanted to look good for Katniss. i heard a knock at the door, so i put on some underwear and pants and went to the door shirtless. i opened it to find gorgeous grey eyes. seam eyes. katniss' eyes. i blushed furiously because i wasn't wearing a shirt. she didnt seem to mind, so i pushed the awkward moment to the back of my mind. i stepped to the side of the door so she could come in, and she went to sit on my bed. i spoke up,
"hey, Katniss."
"hey, Peeta.."
"Katniss, is there something you need?" i felt brave to say this with me being shirtless and all. Such a crazy idea. her coming because she wanted me.
"uh, just wanted to see whats going on, ya know?"
"yea…" After the games, we all got to go back home and live in our own house with our family, not worried about starvation. Katniss rarely came to my house. i was kind of worried. she didn't reply, so i gestured toward my bare chest and said,
"uh, can i…," and then pointed toward the bathroom.
"oh…oh.. ofcourse!" Katniss replied all too quickly, flushing. I smirked at the fact that i could make her uncomfortable without my shirt on. I frowned because now i would be wearing it again. i don't know why. i was the one who was embarrassed in the first place. I ignored my conscience and walked briskly to the bathroom. To my dismay, when i came back, Katniss was gone.