A/N Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction! This story is Peeta's POV for Catching Fire. I'm really getting into it and i hope it won't take too long to write! Review and comment if you like! I hope to have the next chapter up soon!

Chapter One

Noon is drawing ever closer and I'm still struggling with what I need to say to Katniss. I don't usually find this kind of thing hard but the last time I saw Katniss properly, she broke my heart into a million pieces.

All an act. Every bit of it.

Since then, we've exchanged polite smiles, quiet hello's and always been a safe distance from one another. No eye contact has been made and certainly no touching. I miss the feel of her hand in mine, and her lips brushing my face. I miss playing with her hair as she sleeps and just being able to look at her without being caught out.

I miss her so much and the part that hurts me most is that she won't be missing me…

"Peeta!" Jackson's voice shouts from the oven in the back to where I currently stand behind the till to our bakers.

"What?" I call back, not wanting to leave the front in case a customer comes in.

"Get out. You're just moping. You're no use here. Go home; dad will be here anyway soon." It's true, there hasn't been a customer for a while and I'm not behaving my usual friendly self. I walk out to the back and put my apron on the side.

"Thanks Jack." I pat him on the back as I make my way to the back door, picking up a loaf of bread on the way out, having no intention of going straight home.

However, I do walk into the Victors Village, intending to visit Haymitch before I do anything else to make sure he's not too drunk to face the public.

I get to the front door and hear voices, so knowing that they're probably round the back of the house, I go there too.

The back door is open so I go straight in, hearing the end of a sentence containing my name, "…should have asked Peeta." And there she is. An arm's length away from me and a whole universe away from me.

"Asked me what?" I say, to divert my attention from her. I trudge over to the table and see that whilst Haymitch is up, he appears to be soaking wet. I glance at him questioningly but he ignores it so I place the bread down on the table and extend my hand over to him. He passes me his knife removes his wet shirt.

I reach over to one of the liquor bottles that scatter Haymitch's house and pour it on the knife to clean it.

The surface glints in the light and I wipe it dry on my shirt.

I begin cutting the bread into thick even slices, keeping my attention on the next part to be cut.

When it's done, I turn to her and offer her a piece but she declines politely.

Haymitch picks up on the hostility between us and warns, "Brrr. You two have got a lot of warming up to do before showtime."

As usual, in a surprising way, Haymitch is very right. Katniss doesn't seem to agree though as she parts us, telling Haymitch to take a bath. And then she's gone, out the window and back to her own home.

I want to run to window to watch her walk away but Haymitch is stuffing a slice of bread in his mouth and chewing too loudly that I wouldn't even be able to concentrate on her.

"You should probably do as she says." I motion upstairs to where I know his bathroom is.

"I'll shower on the train. Now clear off out of here. You need to get ready. Have you learnt your speech?" He must know I have other plans for the touring ceremonies.

"Sure, want me to recite it?" I smile to show him I'm joking and walk out the door, much more boring then Katniss' exit.