Hello! This is probably the most important A/N that I will write, even though it isn't too important: I am going to camp for two weeks, and I'm leaving Saturday. As always I will write at any opportunity I have, but at camp I will have no internet. So if you PM me and I don't respond, I promise I'm not ignoring you! I will write so much when I get back, I'll have a lot of time to brain storm. So, here it is! Chapter 2.

"Hey Katniss!" Was the first thing I heard on the phone, from the one and only, Peeta Mellark.

"Its like three in the morning! Why must you bother me?" I asked, half asleep.

"I can't sleep! I'm just so pumped for tomorrow its insane." He replied.

"What's tomorrow again?" I asked him. I don't pay attention to my schedule, I just roll with it.

"OMG. YOU DON'T KNOW?" He was shocked. "Be there in a jiffy!" He hung up, and about twenty seconds, later, he came bursting into my house, wearing his footy pajamas with Ryan Reynolds' face all over it.

"Ryan Reynolds?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow. This was a new sketchy, he has never gone farther than this.

"He is a fabulous actor!" Peeta defended himself, "Have you seen The Proposal? With Betty White?" Of coarse I've seen it. I bet Peeta says he's seen it but he's not allowed. "So anyway, back to the reason why I'm here," he continued, "Tomorrow is the Victory Tour!" He told me. I actually forgot about that. I'll have to go across the country with him, oh no.

"Alright, so Peeta, why don't you leave so we can be rested for tomorrow?" He began to argue but I said,

"LEAVE NOW." He hung his head, and stomped out the door. I turned around to go back to bed but Prim was standing right there.

"Why do you hate Peeta?" She asked me, sounding more like a he. Doesn't all of Panem know that Peeta is just lucky enough to escape the games? And that no one likes him?

"Prim, you need to learn that no one likes Peeta. Even his mother doesn't like him. No one and I mean no one likes Peeta." I patted her head, and began walking to my room.

"I think Peeta is cute." She responded. I whipped my head around. This statement made me go all 'hulk smash' on her. I lifted her into the air by her little pigtails,

"PEETA IS NOT CUTE. HE IS AN AWKWARD CREATURE THAT NEEDS TO LEARN HOW TO FUNCTION IN LIFE. HE IS NOT CUTE." I yelled. probably waking up the whole district. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" She nodded, frightened so much that she started peeing.

"Ew you lil' nasty, clean that up." I put her down. On my way back to my room I threw a sponge at her. Somehow, the sponge hit Peeta, in his house. I heard him from my bed.

"WHO LIVES IN A PINAPPLE UNDER THE SEA?" He shouted. My mother, yelled back,

"SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!" The end of the world. Might as well be tomorrow, because all of Panem will be in his path and he will just destroy it.

Before we went to the Capitol, a camera crew came to our house, to see what we have been doing since the games.

"I shoot squirrels. End of story. Get out if my house." I told them, it took like five minutes. The crew that visited Peeta, wanted to leave, but Peeta made them stay and take a yoga class from him. I feel bad for those people. As annoying as they are no one should have to deal with Peeta.

"So can I have 'fireman' across my butt again?" Peeta asked Portia. We were in the Capitol, getting ready for the Victory tour.

"No." She said, not even looking up from her work.

"But it makes my butt look SO good!" He protested. She shook her head, and told him to go put on the outfit she just finished making. "Cinna will be here soon." She told me.

"Katniss!" He came in.

"Cinna..." I responded. He's okay, not my favorite but I can deal with it.

"So once again, you will be the fire girl." He told me, taking a dress out of my closet.

"Do I always have to dress up like I'm on fire?" I asked him, a little sick of the flames and relatable trash.

"No, you must be-" Cinna was interupted from the room next door.

"ITS FRIDAY FRIDAY. GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY." Peeta was singing. Before we could respond to the gross vocals, he was blasted through the wall, landing at my feet. Through the hole in he wall Portia was visible, with her sleeve rolled up, out of breath. I clapped. Soon Cinna started clapping, then Peeta clapped. I kicked his thigh, and he stopped. Now the whole Capitol was clapping. Everyone likes to see Peeta get hurt. It unites the country, everyone sets their differences aside, to make fun of Peeta.

I know that its not exactly like the book, but I don't plan on doing every little detail of Catching Fire. So I'll see you in two weeks!