Okay, this is short. Sorry! But I wanted to update before I went on vacation. Chapter 3 is already started. It originally was going to be chapter 2, but I wanted to tell you about there kiss. So, chapter 4 is going to be in Peeta's POV. His won't begin with Dear Diary, but h will be telling the story from his pov during the same day Katniss did. Sorry. I just confused you.

Please review. I really don't know if they are good or not.

P.S. new capter might be up tomorrow! I have a five hour drive to Maryland, from New York, plus traffic. -,- but I love writing, so hopefully a new (long) chapter will be up tomorrow night! :D


Dear Diary,

*Flashback*

It was the summer, right before we we're about to go into 6th grade, when I had my first kiss. Peeta and I were just talking when he asked if he could kiss me. I was shocked, at first. He said,

"Katniss, you are my best friend. I know you are going to get a boyfriend soon, and maybe I'll get a girlfriend, but I want first kiss to be with you. Is that weird?"

"I don't know Peeta"

"I knew it was weird. Now you are never going to talk to me again because I'm and idiot and made things awkward. Sorry Kat. I'll understand if-"

And that was when I kissed him. Full on the lips. At first, I'm pretty sure, he was shocked. Then he kissed back. His lips we're soft and tasted like grapes. We had just eaten lunch, and he had just eaten grapes. We pulled back at the same time and just stared at each other. I decided to talk first.

"Penny for your thoughts"

"Your lips are soft"

"Your lips tasted like grapes"

"Sooo.."

"Yea?"

"Was I good kisser?"

At first I didn't know how to answer, but because I am sooo smart, I thought of something.

"You were as good as I probably am"

"I would tell you the best, but you we're my first kiss. Was I your first kiss?"

"Yes, and you I guess it was a good kiss."

"You guess?" Peeta always had to joke around.

"Yea, I mean. There is probably better"

Then, we ran around the meadow, chasing each other.

If I had to be honest. He was the best.

~ . .