Peeta swore when he found that he had burnt the whole tray of cheesebuns he was making.
"Just like me." he mumbled, remembering his burned, battle-worn skin.
He sighed, trying to calm down. Everything needed to be perfect toninght. Katniss was coming over after weeks of avoiding him. He was going to win back her affection. He remembered the night he hurt her...
They were eating alone together- Peeta had went the whole nine yards with the wild turkey Katniss brought in for them. They were happily in love, forever undisturbed, until Katniss picked up her not-so-blunt steak knife, trying to cut a tough piece of meat. BAM! He felt threatend. He stood up and the table toppled, plates, utensicles, and food sliding right into Katniss's lap and smashing on the floor. Katniss screamed when a plate shattered into a million pieces on the floor next to her foot. She sprung out of her chair to and yelled at a confused and crazy Peeta.
"What the hell Peeta?" she screamed, furiously brushing various vegitables off of her jeans. She looked up to see his eyes were cloudy.
"Oh, Peeta. I'm not going to hurt you. I love you. You love me. You made us dinner. It was like a date..." she said, suddenly understanding.
Peeta was still very confused though, and picked up his salad bowl and threw it at the wall- right next to her. She jumped sideways- trying to forget the prick of somthing foriegn going into her upper arm. She relized it wasn't working and started to retreat.
"That's right! Leave mutt!" he hollared after a broken-hearted Katniss. She felt a sharp pain when she rolled on her side in bed that night, and remembered that a piece of ceramic was still sticking out of her arm.
"How did I forget that?" she wondered, mopping at all the blood. She was going to have to get stiches.
"It must have been because I'm so emotionally unstable" she relized. She didn't fall asleep that night- she was afraid of the dreams. So she spent the night crying over nothing and everything.
Peeta heard the door open and close, and heard Katniss's soft, sweet voice.
"Hey Peeta! I'm here!"
She picked a chair and sat down- shaking uncontrolably.
Peeta wasn't shaking, but he was definitly nervous.
What if she never forgives me?
Deep in his thoughts, he did not relizes what his body was doing untill he felt the overwhelming sting of heat.
"DAMMIT!" he yelled. He had burnt his hand on a pan. Katniss was instantly alarmed- her senses hightend as she emerged into the kitchen.
She took it all in- the goose and all of it's juices splattering every inch of the floor-slowly dripping down the walls. And the pan and the love of her life in the middle of it all. Peeta was panicing, his hands were raw and very bloody. At first she fought the erge to through up, but her medical instincts set in, and she ran his hands under cold water. After that she found some gauz in the cupboard down the hall and started carefully wrapping his hands.
He stared into her beautiful eyes- the ones he never thought he would see again.
She smiled back at him- just a little embarresed at his intense gaze.
"I'm sorry." he said. It was simple, but it ment alot to Katniss.
"It's okay Peeta. I love you. Nothing can stop that- not even you." she kissed him tenderly as she finished wraping his right hand. He smiled as she nuzzled into his neck.
"I love you to Katniss, and I saw my therapist and- he thinks that was the ending to all of my episodes. I never want to drive you away ever again." Then he kissed her passionatly and the madeout for hours on the goose covered floor.
THE END :)