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Katniss POV
UGH...my head is killing me. I open my eyes to see that I'm lying in my bed at home. Wait, why am I at home? I thought today was the first day of school. I close my eyes again because the light hurts so badly and because I'm just so confused. Memories start flooding into my mind. Me falling, and hitting my head. But the thing that's the clearest is those blue eyes. I hear my door creak, bringing me out of my thoughts. I open my eyes to see who it is. My mom is standing next to my bed.
"Oh, Katniss, honey, you're awake. How do you feel?"
"Well, my head hurts really bad, and my ankle kind of burns," I say, but even more confused. Why was she up and helping me? She never gets up.
"Well, the good news is you only have a minor concussion, but bad news is you twisted your ankle when you fell." What? I twisted my ankle, so now I couldn't go hunting. HUNTING! I was supposed to go hunting after school with Gale! Now he's going to think I ditched him.
"I'm so confused. What happened? Why am I at home? How did I get here? What time is it? how did..."
"Katniss, slow down. You're at home because you got hurt like I said, and it's around 4:00 o-clock," She answered.
"But how did I get home?" I ask.
"Well, you ran into Peeta and fell. You hit your head on the cement so he ran you to the nurses office right away, and then he called me. Since I have a bad back I couldn't carry you home, so he carried you home for me," she explained.
"Peeta?" I asked. Then it came to me. He's the hard thing I hit the one with the blue eye...he's the boy with the bread.
"He's down stairs if you would like to talk to him," my mom said.
"Err... sure, I guess."
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Peeta's POV
I can't believe it I just gave Katniss Everdeen, the love of my life, a concussion and a sprained ankle. Now she probably can't even hunt. This is my entire fault. I should have been watching where I was going and this never would have happened. She probably hates me and she doesn't even know who I am. I've loved her ever since we were five. She just so brave, and strong, and independent. She doesn't care what people think. She doesn't care about makeup or clothes. She doesn't gossip or try to get guys attention and when she sings it's so beautiful all the birds fall silent.
"Peeta," Mrs. Everdeen calls bringing me out of my thoughts. She peeks her head around the corner. "Katniss would like to see you." What? Katniss wants to see me, but why? Maybe so she can tell me that it's all my fault.
"Okay," I say and start to make my way to Katniss's room. I walk inside her room and Katniss just stares at me.
"Katniss I'm so, so sorry this is all my fault. I should have been watching where I was going. I feel so bad; I know you're probably mad at me but..."
"Peeta," Katniss interrupts with an amused look on her face. "It's not your fault, I should of been looking where I was going, too, and I'm not mad at you. It's ok." This makes me feel so much better. She doesn't hate me.
"I'm really sorry," I repeat.
"Peeta, I said it was fine. I'm ok." I study her face. It's so beautiful, and I just want to take her hair out of her braid and run my fingers through it.
"Um, would you like to sit," she says motioning toward the chair next to her bed.
"Sure," I say while sitting down. She just stares at the ceiling awkwardly. Great, I make her feel awkward. "So," I say, "Where's Prim?"
"How do you know who Prim is?" she asks curiously.
"Well, she is always looking at the cakes longingly, so one day I gave her a piece," I tell her. She looks at me in disbelief.
"Another thing I can't repay you for," she whispers. What?
"What do you mean?" I asked confused.
"The bread, Peeta, you gave me the bread" she says loudly. "After my dad died and we were starving." She's at a whisper again, her eyes filling with tears.
"It's ok, Katniss, you don't need to cry," I say. I just want to hug her and make her feel better, but I know I would be crossing the line.
"I'm not," she snaps.
"Katniss, you don't owe me. Think of it as a...gift," I say. She looks me in the eye.
"Peeta, I don't just want to take it without paying you back."
"Ok, if you really think you owe me, how about we try being friends?" I tell her.
"Really?" she asks "You really want to be friends with some Seam girl?" she asks.
"Katniss, you are not just some Seam girl. You really don't know the effect you have on people." She just stares at me like I'm crazy. "So what's your answer, can we be friends?"
"I would like that," she says, and it feels like my hart has exploded with joy.
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Katniss POV
Peeta Mellark is my new friend. I can't believe it. He's from Town, I'm from the Seam. So many girls try to get him to notice them, but he doesn't. He could have so many other friends, but why me?
"Umm, do you want me to get you something to eat?" he asks.
"Um, sure," I say.
"Ok, be back in a minute," he says, and leaves the room. 10 minutes later he still hasn't come back, so I just close my eyes. Soon I drift off to sleep.
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I wake up from a nightmare screaming and kicking. Soon a pair of arms are around me. It's Peeta. I turn my head toward him, and put my head in his chest, sobbing. That was the worst nightmare I had in a long time. I look weak right now, but the warmth of Peeta's arms around me is soothing. Something about him makes me feel like we've been friends for years, and my tears soon stop.
"Maybe you should lay down for a little, Katniss," Peeta says.
"Ok," is all I say. He starts to leave but I grab his arm.
"Please stay. At least until I fall asleep."
"Always." I know it seems weird, but Peeta seems so gentle, like he understands me. He sits down on the side of my bed and I lay down. he hesitantly starts unbraiding my hair, when I don't stop him he runs he's fingers through it and starts to play with it. I soon fall asleep dreaming of a certain blue eyed, blonde haired boy.
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