Sorry, I messed that up. This is the right one. Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games

Well, someone asked the ages of Katniss and Peeta. They're in high school. Does anyone have a suggestion for what grade they should be in?

"Then we probably have the same reasoning," he tells me. He leans forward until there is only about an inch in between our lips. I feel his warm breath on my face and then I'm the one to close the gap. His lips are gentle and soft and their warmth spreads through my body. His strong arms lock onto my waist and my hands rub the nape of his neck. The world around me becomes fuzzy and all I can think about is Peeta. Peeta Mellark, the boy I'd been crushing on since age 5. Peeta Mellark, the boy I'd gazed at for years. And now, Peeta Mellark, sitting in my bedroom, pressed against me, kissing me. We slowly pull back, but only a bit. He looks into my eyes and we both smile. I suddenly remember Peeta has to leave at 8:00. "Peeta, you have to leave soon," I whisper. He groans and leans forward to kiss me again. I allow this for a moment and then pull away. "I wish you could stay too but it's Thursday. It's a school night." I tell him.

"Can I come back tomorrow?" he asks, his blue eyes pleading.

"Of course you can. Now get up," I would pull him up but he is holding onto me too tightly. I don't mind but Peeta has to leave. As we stand up, his arms remain on my waist and my hands settle on his shoulders. I give him a peck on the lips and pull his arms from me. I intertwine our fingers and we start down the stairs.

"Mom, can you take Peeta home?" I call.

"Sure, one minute," she yells back. Peeta and I sit on the couch while we wait. We whisper sweet nothings and she finally appears. I kiss Peeta and we say goodnight. I hope she doesn't say anything too embarrassing on their way to his house.

30 minutes later, I hear the door shut and jog over to my mother.

"He's a nice boy, honey," she says. "He really cares about you."

"Did you embarrass him?" I query.

"No, we just talked about you. He loves the topic."

"Well, goodnight," I say, hugging her.

"Goodnight, sweetie," she calls as I jog up the carpeted stairs.

The next morning, I wake up and put on the nicest shirt I can find. It's grey and white and my mother always says it compliments my eyes, which Peeta seems to love. I put on my nicest jeans and shine my boots. Prim walks in and notices my nice appearance. "Ooh, you must really like him," she giggles.

"Do I look alright?" I ask anxiously.

"You look great. Let my braid your hair," she volunteers.

"Thanks, Prim," I whisper.

"I just like seeing you happy," she says with a grin.

"Was I unhappy before?" I wonder aloud.

"Sometimes. You just... looked like you needed someone," she told me.

"Oh."

I sit down in science and get worried when we only have 1 minute until the tardy bell rings and Peeta still isn't there. Someone taps my shoulder and I jump. I see Peeta and he leans down and gives me a peck on the lips.

"Hey," he whispers in my ear.

"Hi," I say. "What's up?"

"Not much," he yawns. "I missed you."

We talk until the bell rings and sit through class, barely awake.

I slide into my seat at lunch and pull out my book. This table is always half empty and that is precisely why I sit here. Someone sits down next to me and for a moment I wonder who it is. That's when I remember I have a boyfriend. Peeta sets his tray down and starts to talk. "How was your day so far?" he asks me.

"Fine," I answer. "How about yours?"

"It would've been better if you were there," he says wistfully.

"Are you still coming over tonight?"

"Yes, yes I am," he replies. "You wanna walk to the meadow?"

"Sure," I respond.

Peeta and I step off the bus and he leans over to kiss me. I stand on my toes and we let the kiss linger a moment before continuing to walk. Prim and Mom have gone out to the mall for a while so Peeta and I are free. We head up to my room to sit for a bit. Peeta pulls me beside him onto my big bean bag chair. "When do you wanna go to the meadow?" I inquire.

"In 10 minutes or so," he responds. "Will you let your hair down?"

"Why?"

"Because it's so pretty and I wanna see it down."I'm not sure if I want my hair down but I decide I'll let it down when we get to the meadow.

30 minutes later, Peeta and I are in the meadow. We lay down the blue and white swirled blanket and sit. Peeta reminds me about my hair and I tell him he can take it down if he really wants to. I feel his gentle fingers fastidiously undoing my braid and my hair is soon down. I turn so I'm facing Peeta and he pulls me to him. I curl up in the crook of his arm with his hands running through my hair. "Katniss?" I hear Peeta whisper.

"Yes, Peeta?" I whisper back.

"Will you sing?"

"Sure."

"Thank you, Kat."

"Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when you awake, the sun will rise.

Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, A moonbeam ray, Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.

Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you."

Peeta doesn't speak for a moment and I'm not sure what's wrong. "Peeta?" I finally whisper.

"Come here," Peeta murmurs, almost inaudibly. I scoot closer to him and look into his magnificent blue eyes.

"What's wrong, Peeta?" I put one hand on his forehead and he doesn't feel feverish. He's now lying down and he motions for me to move my head closer. Suddenly, he grins and wraps his arms around my back, pulling me down to him. He kisses me and holds me against him. "Peeta! Don't mess with me like that!" I yell.

"I'm sorry. I just really wanted to kiss you," he apologizes.

"Then just ask me! To tell the truth, I wanted to kiss you too. Try asking next time, ok?"

"Sorry, baby. Can I kiss you now?" he asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I wriggle down until I'm right up against him.

"Yes," I murmur, right into his ear. He shifts so he's a little above me and looks into my eyes. He leans forward and my eyelids flutter over my eyes. His lips cover mine and my hands slide into his hair. His hands clamp onto my waist and we gradually move into a sitting position, all without breaking the kiss. After a long while, we break apart. We notice it's getting colder and Peeta insists I have the blanket over my shoulders. Once the blanket is on me, I jump onto Peeta and cover us in the blanket together. We sit watching the sunset and start to head home. About halfway there, Peeta picks me up bridal style and only sets me down when we get to my door step. We intertwine our fingers and walk in. Prim is watching us from the living room as we walk to the kitchen for some food. Her eyes flit from our clasped hands to my messy, unbraided hair. I give her the biggest smile I can muster and again, she seems happy for me.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" I ask.

"Sure," Peeta answers with a smile. "What are we eating?"

"What do you want?"

"What do you want?"

"Peeta, you're my guest. You choose," I insist. "Do you want spaghetti, fried chicken, or pot roast?"

"Well, I'm sort of leaning towards spaghetti," Peeta tells me.

"Good. That's what I wanted." I turn to yell up the stairs to my mom. "Mom, Peeta's staying for dinner. Can you make some spaghetti?"

"I'll get right on it," she calls. Prim jogs in.

"Peeta, what do you do for fun?" she asks.

"I draw and bake," he responds. "My parents own a bakery."

"You should draw Katniss," she says. He suddenly turns as red as a tomato.

"I, um, already have," he says.

"Prim, you can talk to Peeta at dinner. Can you wait until then?" I ask teasingly. She sticks her tongue out at me and walks out. "Let's go to my room," I suggest to Peeta. He follows me up the stairs and we sit in my bean bag chair, just like earlier that afternoon. He kisses my cheek and I notice his blush is just starting to fade. "So you drew me yesterday?" I question.

"Well, I've actually been working on that drawing for quite a long time," he confesses, looking down.

"Why would you draw some random person?" I wonder aloud.

"I've actually been crushing on you since we were 5." I gape at him. He's been crushing on me too?

"Aw, Peeta, that's so sweet! To be honest, I've been crushing on you since I first saw you." That's when he meets my eyes.

"Y-you have?" he stutters.

"Yes," I whisper. His face dips toward mine and he puts one hand on my neck and one hand on the small of my back and he kisses me. My hands run through his hair as he pulls me closer to him and I feel his warmth seep into me. I want this moment to last forever. I can tell Peeta really cares about me and I'm falling for him fast. When we finally pull away, he cups my face in his hands and strokes my cheek. I rub his sides and chest. I then remember dinner will be ready soon. "Dinner will be done soon," I mumble reluctantly. He kisses me on the lips once before pulling me up. I hear my mother calling us and we hurry down the stairs.