A/N Sorry for the massive delay, but now it's up!

I've been restless. Because I thought I would try and suss out the never ending enigma that is Peeta Mellark. Now, this stupid meeting tomorrow is all that I've been able to think about. How stupid could I have been to think that I could figure him out? You are that stupid, I berate myself. I hear Rory shout something and am snapped out of my reverie.

It's Sunday. I'm shaking like a leaf, and it's only six. I have to meet Gale soon. God, why did I agree to this? Because you love him, a snide voice in my subconscious reminds me. I sigh inwardly and start to get dressed. As I finish putting on my trousers, I look into the cracked, dirty mirror. Toned abs, strong shoulders, chiselled jaw. I raise a brow and pull my shirt over my head. Hm, I think, not bad. I start to walk down stairs, humming quietly as I do. I open the back door and go outside, pulling on my jacket. A rough meow turns my head to the left. A scraggy cat is sitting on one of the posts of the sty. Dirty yellow fur, torn ears, mashed-in nose and gleaming yellow eyes. I grin. The cat is pathetic. And that's why I go into the house, pick up a saucer, fill it with water and grab some scraps of meat. Yellow eyes follow me out into the yard. As I place down the saucer and meat, he's off that post like lightening, purring as he munches on he scraps and laps at the water. I watch for a few seconds, grinning like an idiot, and then my face falls. Shit! I'm so late! I set off at a run towards the butchers. Gale said there was a gap in the fence there I could go under. By the time I arrive at the fence, I'm out of breath. I climb under and my eyes fall on the rock at the top of the hill. Our meeting point. I climb up the steep slope, breathing harsh, until I've reached the top. Gale's already waiting, and he looks impatient.

He's just come over the top of the hill. He's almost panting. I raise a brow. He's late, and I'm about to comment on said lateness, when he's already apologising. "Sorry I'm late. I would've been here on time if it weren't for this cat," He pauses, looking at me and I raise a brow, signalling for him to continue. "It was sitting on the post, looking all pathetic and sad, so I got some scraps and some water to feed him. He was really thin and scraggly, his fur was dirty and his nose was mashed in. He was so ugly, I had to laugh. Anyway, I headed here straight after." He finishes and sits down. I start to laugh. He looks so confused, it makes me laugh harder. "What?" He asks, bemused. I calm down enough to tell him that the cat is Buttercup, and belongs to Katniss and her sister Prim. "Oh. Should I have not fed it then?" He looks concerned, but he's fighting to hide the anger in his eyes. I don't know why, but this makes me angry too. "Does it matter? You had enough heart to feed a starving cat, when no-one else would!" I'm pretty angry now, though I'm not sure why. Peeta's standing, his fists clenched by his sides. He looks powerful, like he could overthrow the Capitol with a sweep of his hand. I don't understand why he's so angry; he was apologizing and smiling less than two minutes ago. The fact that I can't fathom why he's so upset further enrages me. I stand, though I may as well have stayed sitting down, as Peeta towers above me. Now I'm scared. I can't place my finger on what's out of place in his expression, but there's something weird there. Is it hatred? Fear? Lust? I shake my head. What am I thinking? No, not lust.
"It's not that I had a heart, Gale. People around here rarely have enough food for themselves, let alone enough to spare for a scraggly cat," His face has softened, but he looks despaired. "Don't big me up to something I'm not, Gale, please," I love the way my name rolls off his tongue. "I'm not making you up to be anything you're not, Peeta," I'm not sure why he's doubting himself, but I know I don't like it. "Don't doubt yourself." "I don't doubt myself, Gale!"
There's something in his eye's that pushes me over the edge. I shove him, and he falls, not expecting it. But, before I can do anything, he's back on his feet, and his fist is connecting with my jaw. My hands reflexively go to my jaw. The pain is intense, making my eyes water. I punch him in the gut and push him away, feeling mixed emotions about doing so. The urge to pull him back into my arms over takes me, and I recoil from him and myself. He looks up moments after. The look on his face almost breaks me, and i have to resist the temptation to break down. I want to make him feel better, but I can't think how. Then, the idea almost slaps me in the face. I step forward, bend down, and press my lips against his. He stills for all of one second, the kisses me back. We pull apart and I'm lost for words at the pure desire in his eyes. He moves forward and our lips crash together once more.
All I can think the entire time we're connected is how crazy this is and how wrong it is too. But I still don't stop. I have to pull back to breathe, and we just stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, but is about five minutes in reality. I've never kissed anyone like that before. It was earth shattering and life mending. It turned the world upside down and righted my life.
It made me fall in love.

A/N; Thank you so much for being patient, it means the world to me! Again I'm so sorry I took so long, but I have a good reason for doing so! I've been ill D: and I've been busy with school work, as I'm studying for my GCSE's, so it's hectic to say the least:3 Reviews feed the soul, so please help feed mine! Iloveyouall:3 *kisses* xo