Today was the day. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night, but my adrenaline is still running. I'm ready to see Katniss again. I can hardly wait. Will she be excited to see me, too? I guess I'll find out.

I look over at my clock, and see it is 6 A.M. I decide to get ready for the day. I walk over to my closet and pick out a dark blue shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and pair them with a pair of black boots with black socks. I put my apparel on. I grab my hairbrush and begin to brush my hair. I need to look my best today.

I walk to the bathroom. I grab my toothbrush and begin to brush my teeth. What should I say to Katniss when I see her? Should I give her a cute nickname? I spit out the toothpaste, and I rinse my mouth out with water.

I begin to think of phrases I could say to her. "Hey, sugar," I say to the mirror. Really? Sugar? Is that the best I can do? That's pathetic. I think that's what my grandpa called my grandma.

Let's try that again. "Hey, babe," I say. That was better, but not by much. I mean that one is obvious. Ugh! Nicknames are hard.

Should I just call her Katniss? "Hey, Katniss," I say into the mirror. No. Too obvious. "Hey, Kitty Kat," I say with a laugh. I don't think Katniss will like that one very much.

"Hey, sweetie," I say. Hey, that doesn't sound that bad. I'll think of something better later. I really hope Katniss will like it. Katniss is a hard girl to predict. I haven't quite figured her out yet.

I look at the clock on my wall. It's 6:30 A.M. My family is probably up by now. I should go check, but I don't want to. I wonder if Katniss is up yet. Katniss. My girlfriend.

I wonder if I should take her out on another date today. Today is Saturday. I have a day off from the bakery today and tomorrow. I hope she doesn't have anything to do. I really want to go on another date with her.

"Peeta, time for breakfast," I hear my mother call in a sweet melodic voice. Yep. It's official. She's being unusually nice.

"I'll be right there," I yell back. I begin to walk down the stairs to the table. I see my mother, father, Daniel, and Riley already sitting at the table eating their food.

"Good morning, Peeta. Your breakfast is on the kitchen counter," says my mother. I look over to see what we are having for breakfat. There are eggs, bacon and toast on my plate. Wow. I'm used to smaller breakfasts. Well, I guess I have a lot more money now. I'm just not used to it yet.

"Thanks mom," I say. She nods. I pick up my plate and take a seat between Daniel and Riley. They shove their faces with as much food as they possibly can. I give a breathy laugh. I remember how important manners were to Effie. I wonder what she would do if she saw my brothers eating like this.

"Can you boys please eat with some manners? I didn't raise you in a barn," my mother says sternly to both of my brothers. I knew it. My mother can't be nice for long. It doesn't take long for her true colors to show.

"Sorry, mom," both of my brothers say in perfect unison. My mother then turns to me. Then, she looks at my plate. I only ate one egg and nibbled on some bacon. Her stare makes me cringe. I just noticed how much my mother scares me.

"Honey, why haven't touched your food," she says in that same melodic voice. Geez. I really hope this won't be a temporary thing. I kind of like my mother like this. It's better than her screaming her head off at me every five seconds.

"I'm not that hungry," I say. I look at my brothers' plates. They have already finished their food, and are looking for seconds. How can my brothers eat all of that food. I probably ate half, and I feel as if my belly is going to pop at any second.

"Can I have your bacon," asks Riley. I look down at my bacon, and back at him. Should I? Why not?

"Go nuts," I say with pretend enthusiasm. His eyes light up. Wow. Isn't it crazy bacon can make a kid this happy?

"Thanks, bro! You're the best," says Riley. Yeah right. He takes my bacon quickly like I would change my mind or take it back. Really? It's just bacon.

"If anyone wants my breakfast, feel free to take it," I say. I move my plate to the center of the table. I guess I could have just thrown my food away, but I hate to be wasteful.

"May I be excused," I ask my mother. She nods. I scoot my chair out and saunter to my room. I get an old leather suitcase and begin to pack my stuff. It feels weird to be the first one to move out. I guess I could have taken my family along, but they have been acting weird lately. I decided to just move out alone.

I close the suitcase filled with my clothes and my painting supplies and look around to make sure I didn't forget anything. All I see is my furniture. I can get my brothers to help me with that later. I look out the window. I am going to miss this place.

"Peeta, the hovercraft is here for your stuff," mom calls. Ugh. I don't want to go in a hovercraft. It brings back too many terrible memories.

"I'll be right there," I yell. I take my suitcase and walk down the stairs. Where are my brothers?

"Riley? Daniel? Where are you guys," I yell. I see Daniel at the top of the stairs. "Hey, Daniel. Have you seen Riley," I ask.

"Not since this morning. Is that all," he asks. Huh. Where is Riley? I guess Daniel and I could move the furniture.

"I just needed help moving the furniture. Could you help me," I ask. He nods. "Thanks I say.

"Whatever. Let's just get this over with," he says. Yep. That's the Daniel I know. He begins to walk up to my room, and I follow him. "What do you want me to carry," he asks.

"Can you bring down the bed? I'll bring down the dresser. That would be great. Thanks," I say. He grunts, but obeys. He picks up the bed, and goes down the stairs. I pick up the dresser, and take it downstairs. When did this dresser get so heavy?

I finally make it outside to where the hovercraft is. I load it on. I look around. Is my family coming with me to see the new place? I don't think so. Maybe it's for the best. Did I forget anything? I don't think so. If I did, I could always come back.

"Bye," I yell to my house. I wave. I see Daniel and my mother waving back. I get in the hovercraft and begin my flight to Victor's Village.

I look out the window to see the beautiful sky. I wonder if Katniss is there yet. What will my new house look like? Will I miss my family? All of these questions boggle around in my head. I can't wait another moment longer.

I start to see Victor's Village. The hovercraft lands right in front of my new house. I stand up and get out of the hovercraft. I saunter to the back and begin to unload my furniture. I want to be able to help Katniss unload her stuff when she arrives.

I lug my bed to one of the bedrooms on the second floor. I come back to the hovercraft and carry my dresser to the same room. The house already has a couch and a television in the family room. The kitchen has a small round table with four chairs around it. I saunter throughout the house to see the other pieces of furniture. I almost forgot! I need to get my suitcase.

I go back to the hovercraft to and retrieve the leather suitcase. "Thanks for the ride," I say to the man operating the hovercraft. He nods and flies off. I take my suitcase and wait for Katniss to arrive.

I see another hovercraft going to the house next to mine. I begin to saunter out the front door to greet Katniss and her family. I see Katniss and her family walk out of the hovercraft. Wow. She looks so beautiful. She takes my breath away.

Katniss's hair is in a perfect braid that comes around her head to her shoulder. Her grey eyes glimmer in the sunlight. She is wearing a baggy green shirt with tight black pants. Prim has her hair in two braids that come to her shoulders. She is wearing a light blue skirt with a white blouse. Mrs. Everdeen is wearing a simple black shirt paired with baggy black pants. I should say something before Katniss thinks I'm just staring randomly at her and her family. "Hi," I say.

"Hi, Peeta," Katniss calls back. I saunter over to where she is standing. I outstretch my arms and Katniss goes into them. We hug for a moment and break apart. "I missed you," she says. I smile.

"I missed you, too," I say. "Do you need some help unpacking?" I look over to see Prim and her mother staring at us. Oops. I forgot. They probably still thought we were mad at eachother.

"Yeah. Sure. That would be great. Thanks," she says. "Can you help me take up the beds?"

"Sure," I say, "Anything for you." She smiles and giggles.

"Oh, Peeta," she says rolling her eyes.

"Oh, Katniss," I say copying her tone and roll my eyes as well. She giggles again. I take one of the two beds and carry it inside. "Where do you want the bed," I say.

"You can put it in that bedroom," she says, pointing.

"Okay, sweetie," I say. She gives me another giggle. Geez. I've never seen her like this before. I put the bed down gently in the bedroom. Her house is almost an exact replica of my house.

"Do you want to do something today," I ask. Maybe we could go to my house.

"I guess," she says. "What would you like to do?"

"You could come to my house," I say. "No one is there." Why did I say that last part. It just sounds awkward.

"Okay, sweetie," she says. We both laugh. "Let's go." She places her bed next to the bed I put down. We both saunter out the front door into the sunlight. "Mom! I'll be back soon," she calls. We reach my front door and I open it for her. "What did you want to do at your house," she asks. What do I say? What do I say?

"You look so beautiful today. I was wondering if you would let me paint you," I say. She blushes. I lean in for a kiss but she stops me.

"Paint me first," she says. I laugh. "Where should I sit?"

"You can sit on the couch and do whatever kind of pose you want to do," I say.

"Okay," she whispers. She lays on the couch and bends her knee slightly. She puts her hands on her stomach. "How's this," she asks.

"Perfect," I say. I reach into the suitcase for my painting supplies. I begin to paint her. "How was your day," I ask.

"It's going great so far. How was your day," she asks.

"Mine is going great," I reply. "Can you give me a smile?" She smiles that same smile that makes my knees wobbly. "Great."

I just finished painting her face and her hair. She looks perfect so far. "You can stop smiling if you want," I say.

"Thanks," she replies. "Can I see it?"

"Not yet. You have to be patient," I say. I paint in silence. It's so silent I think she fell asleep.

"Are you scared," she says. She startles me. I almost gave her a green highlight. What the heck is she talking about?

"Scared about what," I ask.

"We are going to have to mentor two children next year. One will definitely die. I doubt we could get one out alive," she says. I never even thought about that.

"We will get through it together," I say. At least I'll have her. She gives me a shaky smile.

Probably an hour passes, and I'm finally done. "I'm done," I say. "Do you want to see it?"

"Sure," she says. She gets up from the couch. She walks over to me and looks at my painting. "Wow. You're really good," she says.

"Thanks," I say. I look at the painting myself. It is actually really good. I love painting Katniss. "Here. Keep it," I say. I pick up the painting and give it to her.

"Thanks! I love it," she says. Her eyes light up. I lean in for a kiss, and this time she doesn't shy away. We break away after a long time. I don't want this to end. "What time is it," she asks.

"I think it's one. I'm not sure," I say. "One second." I jog up the stairs to my room. I look at the clock and see it's 1:30 P.M. I jog back to Katniss. "It's 1:30," I say.

"Thanks. I'm sorry. I have to go. I promised Prim I would play with her today. I'll call you later. I promise," she says. She gives me a light kiss.

"Okay," I say. She takes the painting and walks out the front door. "Bye," I say. She waves and heads back to her house. I love her so much. "I love you," I say to the spot where she was standing. I can't wait for that phone call.