Okay you guys have managed to convince me to continue. Thanks for all those reviews, now I have some inspiration to continue the story. I actually wanted to post this yesterday, but I was continuing my other story 'Hunger Games: High School Life' as well. To those who wish for Peeniss/Everlark scene, your wish is granted. Anyway, story continues here. Hope you like it.

I step down the stairs with my flip-flops still in my hand. Haymitch is sitting on one of the sofas, chatting with Prim who is sitting next to him. His arm wounds around her shoulder. Looking from my view, they look like real father and daughter. I shake my head, hoping the thought to go away. I've promised to myself I'll be the one who's going to take care of her since I'm her only living family left in this world. We're just staying here for a while until I get a job.

She looks up and sees me. "Where are you going, Katniss?" She asks.

"Sightseeing," I say, putting on the sunglasses.

"Don't you wanna stay for a while and grab something to eat?" Haymitch asks.

I look at the dining table and see some spaghetti served. I turn back to him. "No thanks. I think I'll just grab something along the way."

"Oh okay, then. Just don't come home late," he tells me.

I don't answer him but when Prim says, "Have fun and don't forget to buy me something." I give her a nod and a smile.

I swing the front door open and instantly feel the cool breeze blow against my skin and I smell the scent of sand. The first thing I see is the beach. Since this place is famous because of it, I might at least check on it. The last time I came here, I didn't get the chance. I put on my flip-flops and walk down the porch stairs. Once I lay my feet on the sand, I feel them sink a few inches into the sand. I keep on walking towards the beach with my average pace. When I step on the beach, my stomach grumbles so I immediately go to the nearest food stall and grab a sandwich and a can of Coke. As I walk around, eating my food, my ears have to handle with the uproar from all the cheering that comes from a beach volleyball field.

Sweaty guys are seen jumping slightly above the sand and hit the ball into the opponent's side. Girls with both blonde and dark hair are cheering loudly, clapping their hands and jumping excitedly, eyeing at which boys to flirt with tonight. Suddenly there's a loud roar from the audience, making me almost spill my drink.

I look through the crowds to see what happened. Turns out one of the teams has scored. I notice one out of two players who scored is a blonde-haired guy. He's giving his bronze-haired teammate a high-five, then a bump on the chest. Uninterested, I shake my head in annoyance and continue to wander around, sipping my Coke. I hear a disappointed 'aww' from the crowds, unconcerned I don't turn my head to look at them. Then some guy bumps onto me and we fall onto the sand simultaneously. My sunglasses drop on the sand and my drink spills at my shirt. Thank God I just finished my sandwich. I swear I'm hearing people giggling at us. Or maybe just at me. Of course, who wouldn't laugh at a stranger who wears a pair of jeans and a cardigan in a beach?

I hear him groan then his voice fills with concern when he lays his eyes on me. "Oh God. I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

I look up at the guy who bumped me and he's actually the guy who scored earlier. He has chrysocolla-blue eyes and a golden hair that shines under the sun. His skin is tanned but not too tanned and his body is quite muscular and glistened with sweat. He's wearing only a pair of black swim shorts. He's also wearing a simple leather necklace on his neck.

I wipe the sand of my arms, hair and shrug my dark cardigan off, leaving me in a sleeveless shirt, then pick up my sunglasses before I answer him and when I do, I sarcastically say, "Well, judging from my Coke-soaked clothes, yeah I'm perfectly fine."

"I'm so sorry," he says again, standing up then offers me his hand. "Let me buy you a new shirt and drink."

I stand up without taking his hand and lazily stare at him. "As much as I'd like to accept the offer, no thanks." And I walk off.

"Hey, hey, hey," he calls me while following me. "Look, I'm really sorry, okay? What can I do to make it up to you?"

I roll my eyes and turn back to him, and he stops. "Is this your way to hit on a girl? Push them so that they'll spill their drinks and you offer them new clothes and drinks? If you think I'm like any ordinary girl, think again."

He chuckles and puts his hands on his waist. "First of all, I'm not hitting on you, I'm just being nice. Secondly, I don't hit girls, they hit on me. Now come on, let me buy you something."

"Wow," I say. "Pushy and arrogant. What else have you got?" I challenge. He doesn't answer, he simply smiles, baring his white teeth. Seriously, if he's trying to flirt with me, he gotta try harder. "Aren't you gonna go back to the game?"

He shrugs. "No. I'm calling quits for today."

So that should explain all those 'aww's earlier.

"I'm Peeta, by the way. Peeta Mellark." He gives out his hand. I take it indolently. "There's a surfing competition tomorrow and I'm joining. You coming to watch?"

"I'll pass," I tell him, putting on my sunglasses back. I turn on my heels and walk away.

"Okay. You can at least tell me your name," he says from afar.

I turn my head and yell. "It's Katniss Everdeen." I don't know why I'm telling him my name, but I have a feeling he won't let me go until I tell him.

"I'll see you around, right?" He asks, his voice sounds hopeful. I groan without turning back.

As I walk, my hands are getting sticky because of my spilled Coke. He's right; I do need a new shirt, before I get swarmed by ants. Next I take a stop on a small shop to find a new shirt. After browsing through numerous clothes, I choose a simple blue tank top.

As I'm paying for the shirt at the cash counter, someone says, "Hi, new in town?"

I look at the person and see a blonde-haired girl with fair skin, wearing a loose T-shirt and bikini panties. "Yeah," I tell her.

"I'm Delly," she continues. "What's your name?"

"Katniss."

"Nice to meet you, Katniss. Do you want me to show you around?"

I smile. "Why not?"

Before we start the tour, I change my clothes first at the store. Then she brings me around. With Delly's help, I know more about this place's direction. We go to the souvenir shop and I buy Prim a leather bracelet with a wooden-carved dolphin hanging around it. We then go to the restaurant where we eat French fries and bacon. Once our stomachs are filled, Delly brings me to one of the marinas to watch the sea. I don't realize how long we've been hanging out, until I look at my watch that shows it's already 6.

"Tonight we have a carnival near the beach, are you coming?" Delly asks as we walk back to the beach.

I remember Haymitch's warning not to come home late but since I'm already here, why not enjoy it? Besides I'm sure he knows about the carnival and probably he'll bring Prim along. "Sure. Is there anything fun gonna happen?"

"I'm not sure. But I'm sure it'll be fun," she tells me. She then hooks my arm with hers in a friendly way. "Come on, let's go."

And so we do.

So there you go, a bit of Peeniss/Everlark scene. I know it's just an introduction but seriously, that's one of the most important steps to start a relationship. By the way, can you guess who's Peeta's teammate? Next chapter is Gale and Madge's introduction.