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"What's the next chord?" Katniss asks.
"D," I tell her.
"Okay," she mumbles as she plays the chord and then grabs the paper from me. "That doesn't sound right."
"Maybe you're not playing it right," I smirk.
"It's D minor Peeta!" she sighs.
"You've been playing for like half an hour," I say. "Give it a rest!"
"Fine," she says as she puts down her guitar and lays down on her bed. "What now?"
"I don't know," I shrug as I sit on the bed next to her.
It really is good to have her back. I missed this. We don't even have to talk. Even sitting around like this is fine with me, at least she's here.
"Where's Prim?" I ask.
"I don't know," she shrugs. "Out."
"Out making friends probably," I chuckle.
"Yes she is my little social butterfly," she smiles.
"So what do you think of everybody else?" I ask because I really want her to get along with my friends. "Do you like them?"
"Yeah," she says. "Especially Gale. I love the way him and Annie argue, it's funny."
"So you like Annie and Gale?" I ask even though I realize seconds later that it was a stupid question.
"I..." she trails off. "Yeah."
"What were you gonna say?" I ask.
"Nothing," she shrugs.
"You're a really bad liar," I chuckle. "You know that right?"
She pushes me playfully and purses her lips.
"If you must know," she smirks, "I really like that Gale guy. I think we could be close friends."
"Really?" I ask even though the way it comes out makes it sound like I'm surprised by this.
"Yeah really," she sighs. "You don't have a problem with that do you?"
"I guess not," I reply. "Since when do you need my permission?"
"Since you're my best friend maybe?" she giggles. "I wouldn't feel right if I was with someone you don't want me to be around. I mean you're like my brother."
"Hm," I huff.
For some reason, that really rubs me the wrong way. I try to shrug it off, but it's pretty tough. She rolls onto her stomach and looks me in the eye.
"How about a double date?" she smirks.
"Yeah okay," I snort. "Who would I go with?"
"Madge, Delly, Annie," she suggests. "The possibilities are endless."
"Annie is with Finnick you know," I tell her.
"That explains why they're always so touchy-feely," she says.
I chuckle and pick up a picture frame on her desk. I look at it and find a picture of Katniss smiling with her arms wrapped around some guy's neck from behind. My cheeks turn red in jealousy. It must be that older brother thing she was talking about.
"Who's this?" I ask.
"Oh that's Drew," she says happily. "He was in some of my classes at school after I moved."
"Did he have a crush on you or something?" I ask casually as I stare at the smile on his freckled face.
"No," she says quickly.
"How do you know?"
"Drew had a girlfriend," she shrugs.
"Oh," I say.
And suddenly Drew doesn't seem so ugly. I really shouldn't be so protective. I'm her best friend, not her brother. Definitely not her brother. She moves over so that she's right next to me. She puts her head on my shoulder and I feel something weird in my stomach. We used to do this all the time... maybe I'm just excited that she's back.
"What about you?" she asks. "Any girlfriends after I left?"
"No," I say honestly. "I mean I tried but none of them really felt right. What about you?"
"I was one of those too-busy-for-boys people," she giggles. "I don't really see the point anyway."
I don't say anything mostly because I don't know what to say. Back when she was about nine years old, she said that she would love to get married so that she could have kids. She said she would let her kids do whatever makes them happy, probably because she hates being forced to dance. But now she's back and she suddenly doesn't even see the point of being with someone. I can't help but wonder what else has changed.
"Do you still dance?" I ask out of nowhere.
"No," she says, "you know I hate dance."
"I just can't believe your mom let you quit," I say.
"My mom doesn't care what I do," she mumbles as she buries her face in my shoulder. "You smell really good."
"That's not awkward at all," I chuckle.
"I don't care," she smiles. "Teach me how to bake."
"Why?" I ask.
"I don't know," she shrugs. "We met in the bakery, we spent most of our time in the bakery, and you smell like the bakery, so..."
"We should go to the bakery," I finish.
"Really?" she asks.
"Yeah why not?" I say. "You want to learn, so I'll teach you!"
"Okay," she says. "Just one more thing."
"Sure," I say.
"Don't be surprised if I accidentally burn the bakery down."
