Author's Note: So uhmmm, hey guys! I must say that I'm thrilled to be publishing my first Hunger Games fanfiction. And I hope you guys won't be too hard against me. This story is pre-epilogue through post-epilogue. Alrighty then...
Okay, moving on to Peeta. I swear you'll love him even more in here! He's sassy, bolder, and sexy. Indeed, sexy! Of course, he's still hijacked, and still got episodes of flashbacks. But imagine, a sexy hijacked Peeta! That's HOT...
In this story, it focuses on Katniss and Peeta growing back together. Producing something real. Toasting and fluffs. And , toastbabies!
Please, no judge on my take with SC's characters. I'm just playing around with her wonderful and awesome sexy characters.
Sooooooooo...
I guess this is it, without any further delay.
Brought to you all the way by the Capitol, presenting...
CHAPTER 1
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. ALL BELONGS TO SUZANNE COLLINS.
I wake screaming from nightmare. It was horrible, too horrible. Through the windows, I can clearly see the beautiful shades of sun. Bright and yellow. It's early spring. My favorite season of the year. But it's no use waking up in this beautiful kind of mornings. And then eventually you need to admit to yourself that you're not happy. And will never be. I heard footsteps from downstairs, must be Greasy Sae. Even I've already know that Sae will be feeding me another bunch of vegetables and soup, I don't dare to say a word. I finish my food and she cleans the dishes while I settle down at the couch, wondering what exactly I should do today. Should I go hunting? I don't know, maybe not today. Should I visit Haymitch, but why would I visit him? Should I go find Peeta? Peeta. My boy with the bread, whom the Capitol destroyed. It's been a week since Peeta arrives at 12, I've only encounter him once. The day he plants the primroses. I just give him a nod and leaves. It hurts too much, making my life not worth living.
"Hey." A smile rushes through his face. I can barely tell that he gain weight over the past days. This boy standing by the door, is as healthy as the one I've met before. The pain in his eyes, gone.
"You're just in time for breakfast." Sae approaches him giving him another bowl of soup.
"Ahmmm it's okay, I've already eaten, here take this." he says, handling the freshly baked bread to say. This time, Peeta looks at me and gives me a warmth smile.
"Hey, how are you." he says, with just the right ouch of shyness.
"I'm okay." I say avoiding his eyes.
"Alright then, would you like some bread?" he offers handing me a small slice.
"Thank you." this time, I've smiled.
For a second, I was relieved. That Peeta is slowly going back towards me. In every bite, I can taste perfection and hope. Peeta decided to leave after an hour. But before he goes, he recommends I should answer the phone. He says it would help. Our conversation is just a small talk. But it means a lot to both of us. I don't know why I suddenly feel like the world's good again. Perhaps, it's the aching feeling inside that only Peeta can tame. But as of now, we're still recovering from all the pains. No need to rush things. And as it heals, there'll always be hope of things being same as old.