A/N SO here is chapter 2! So the first chapter was really mushy gushy and I didn't have a plot I was just trying to get something up, but I have a plot and its crazy! I got some ideas from an anon and those ideas gave me some more ideas. let me say some of you might hate me but it's okay ; D

Puffyhair: I know what you mean and I don't want it to become a mushy gushy story either. I'm going to have to update the summary form my stories. Thanks for the ideas! They REALLY helped!

I am jolted awake hearing screams. It takes me a moment to realize where I am and am soon running up the stairs to Kris. I throw open Kris' door and he is tangled up in his sheets, panting. I walk over to his side and he just looks at me. I crawl into his bed and try to comfort him, whispering soothing words into his ear. He just stays still. I begin to panic and rush over to my house.

I'm bounding up the stairs when I bump into something. Well, more like someone, my mom. "Bre, what's wrong?" she asks.

"Something's wrong with Kris. I fell asleep on the couch and woke up when he started screaming. I went up stairs and he wouldn't move. I tried everything I could think of."

"I never though I would be saying this, but did you kiss him?" I didn't think of that.

"No."

"Well, that usually brings you dad out of it when he freezes up. Go on, just don't tell you Dad that I told you to kiss him, he would freak out." I say a quick thanks and head out the door, but my mom stops me really quick. "Bre, just be home before your father wakes up. He would probably kill Kris if he found out you slept over there." Even though my dad likes Kris, he doesn't like the idea of us being together. He can be so confusing. When we were in the Capitol, he said I'm old enough to make my own decisions, yet he still babies me. My dad knows me and Kris shared a bed in the Capitol, but now that we're home he doesn't even like it if we stay out past midnight. He just needs to realize his baby girl is growing up.

I reach Kris' house and run upstairs. He is still in the same position, just staring at the wall. I walk straight up to him and slam my lips on his. Two seconds later he starts kissing back. I begin to smile and I can tell he is smiling too. We break apart and he hugs me tightly. "I'm sorry." he whispers into my ear. I back up a little to look him in the eyes.

"What are you sorry for? You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I'm sorry for zoning out."

"Don't be, it's the Capitols fault."

"I could hear everything you were saying, I could see everything, I just couldn't move. I was frozen until you kissed me. Thanks."

"No problem." I say with a smile. He lays back down and I get off his bed and begin to walk back down stairs.

"You don't have to leave, Bre." I just laugh and walk back to his bed. I get in and snuggle up next to him. I didn't even notice that he isn't wearing a shirt. Well, until now. I place my hands on his chest and rest my head in the crook of his neck. I fall asleep for the second time tonight, this time in Kris' arms.

I wake up and look at the clock on the wall. It's eight o'clock. Shoot! I jump out of bed and run down the stairs. I scribble a quick note to Kris saying I left. I run home and open the door slowly. I creep up the stairs and head to my room. I begin shutting the door and almost make it, but something stops it from shutting all the way. A foot, and not just any foot, my Dads foot. I open the door to my Dad is crossing his arms. His facial expression is a mix somewhere between mad and curious. "Care to explain where you were last night?" he isn't quite yelling yet, but he's not talking in his normal tone of voice.

"Peeta, you know very well where she was last night." my mom calls from the hall way. I sigh.

"You could have at least told us you weren't coming home. And I hope you didn't do something you'll regret."

"Dad, I'm not a child anymore," my voice is growing more and more with each word. "I can take care of myself. And me and Kris aren't stupid! I didn't even mean to sleepover there! I fell asleep on the couch! Do you not trust me?! I'm eighteen!"

"Do not use that tone of voice with your father, Aubrey!"

"I'm sorry, dad, I'm just frustrated. I hate how you always treat me like I'm a child."

"Bre," his voice is now much softer. "I'm sorry for treating you like a child. I just don't want my little girl to grow up."

"Dad, it's okay."

"No, it's not. I promise to start treating you more like an adult, starting now."

"Thanks, dad, now I need to finish packing."

I go to my closet and begin taking out random clothes. We leave for the Capitol in two days. I finish packing and head over to Amelia's house. I haven't seen her for a week! She was gone in District Two to visit her Uncle and came back yesterday.

I reach her house and I don't even knock before Amelia is pulling me into a giant hug. "I've missed you so much, Bre!"

"I've missed you too!" we hang out and talk for hours. I tell her about me and Kris, and she tells me about District Two.

"Everywhere you go are guards. They are in the front of every store." And I thought my Dad was over protective. "Okay, so as you know, my Uncle Richard is the Mayor. He told me to go and explore the house. He said I could go anywhere in the house except for his office."

"You went in his office, didn't you?"

"Of course! So, as I was saying, I went into his office and there were letters everywhere. They were all from the President."

"The President?"

"Yeah, weird right? Well, it gets weirder. So I started reading the letters and they were all about rebels. They're secret rebels in the Capitol and they're planning on taking over the government. They have spies in every District."

"But, wait, why are they rebelling?"

"They want the Hunger Games Back."