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Plates, glasses, and pans came flying at me. Even a potted plant was smashed, leaving a large crack on the wall. "Gale! I'm sorry! He wanted to see you! What was I supposed to tell him?" I tried to shield myself with my arms as I ducked away from a mug flying through the air.

His hair was rumpled and his eyes flared with anger, "You could have at least warned me!"

I ran away from the kitchen area and yelled, "How? What was I supposed to do?" I dodged a few more soaring objects.

"This is my house! You can't just-" That caught me off guard and I stopped moving for a second.

I was boiling with anger, "Oh, I'm sorry!" I said sarcastically. "I didn't know I was such a burden to live with!" I had let my guard down too long, because before I knew it, a plate was flying through the air and connected with my forehead. It smashed into pieces and slit hundreds of tiny cuts into my skin. I felt dizzy and suddenly I was falling. Then my world went black.

I woke up the next morning in my normal bed. I sat up and pain shot through my head. I let out a small cry and leaned back down, waiting for the vertigo to stop. I heard a small knock on the door and I knew what was coming next. This happens a lot. Gale will come in and apologize and ask if I need anything. I will say I am fine and then we will be done with it. "Come in," I croaked.

Gale walked into my room holding a glass of water. His hair was slicked back and he was wearing a suit. He wore a nice patterned tie and shined dress shoes. I winced as I sat up again, taking the water. The cool liquid soothed my throat Gale looked at my forehead. He reached his hand for it and I flinched away from him. "Look, I'm sorry for doing that, but just ask next time please?" I was a little surprised at his insincerity. Usually he looked guilty, but today he looked like he was just going through the motions.

I didn't feel like fighting about it so I nodded, "Sure." I got up, feeling a little better now. I walked over to the mirror in the bathroom to get a look at the damage. "Why are you all dressed up?"

Gale ran his hand over his hair and spoke, "Charlie and I are going into District 11 today to promote the new CPT Bomb. You don't remember? I won't be home until late." I then remembered what he was talking about. He would be gone the whole day. That might actually be nice, I thought to myself.

I examined my forehead. There was a large purpling bruise at the top that hurt extremely bad when touched. Little red cuts were scattered across my hairline. "Oh yeah, I will probably go hunting again then."

Gale came up behind me and I expected him to kiss my head or something usual. But this time he just patted my shoulder and said, "Clean that up," pointing to my head. "We don't want all the people in town talking about how u fell down the stairs." He winked slightly and then left me alone.

I stood there and waited to hear the front door slam. After a few moments, I did and I started to put clothes on. I put on some brown cargo pants and a long sleeve shirt. I braided my hair and gritted my teeth every time it yanked on my hair. Once I was finished, I looked at the makeup kit Effie Trinket had given me after the rebellion. I looked through all the bizarre colors and finally found something close to my skin tone. I squeezed some into my hand and rubbed it gingerly onto my head. The color looked almost normal so I brushed my teeth and left without breakfast.

I walked slowly, enjoying the light breeze. I was about to turn left towards the woods when I heard someone call my name. "Katniss!" I turned around slowly and saw Peeta, covered in flower, jogging towards me. As he approached me, I began to feel self-conscience. What if he saw my bruise? But he didn't seem to notice as he pulled me into him for a hug. He smelled like cinnamon and his strong arms were warm around me.

I slowly pulled away and smiled, "Peeta. How are you?"

He clapped his hands together and flour puffed off of them. "I am great! I'm just working on some cinnamon rolls. Want some breakfast?" Guiltily, I nodded and he led me into the bakery. Peeta handed me a cinnamon roll and looked at me expectantly.

I bit into it and was amazed. It was delicious, warm, and had lots of frosting. "Peeta, this is delicious!"

His dazzling smile appeared on his face as he said, "I'm glad you like it. I'm sorry I don't have a break right now, but you are welcome to stay in the kitchen with me?"

"Well, I don't want to bother you," I said quietly. I actually would love to just stay here and watch.

Peeta frowned and said, "What I meant was, please stay, I love your company." The statement was followed by a crooked smile that made me giggle.

"Ok, I will watch you," I said with a smile. We went on like this for about an hour, just talking while he made his pastries and breads.

After a while, Peeta turned to me with a dorky grin and asked, "Would you like to help me make something?" I refused at first but he wouldn't take no for an answer. "Well start out by cracking eggs and adding all these ingredients together," he said as he slapped down a list in front of me. I put on one of his spare aprons and got to work.

He made fun of my whisking and I shoved him playfully. "Oh, I'm sorry I'm not an excellent whisker like you, baker boy!" I took some of the batter and wiped it on his face, "Whoops."

"Oh really?" he said mischievously. He then swiftly picked of the bowl of batter and made a move towards me. I gasped and he said, "Not so bad now, are we?"

I stared him straight in the eyes and said, "You wouldn't."

"Watch me!" He ran after me with it. Every time he got close to splashing me, I would dash in the other direction. He was seriously chasing me around the kitchen while I was giggling like a madman. Istopped abruptly and realized I was trapped.

"Peeta, wait, wait. Think about what you are-" I gasped as he threw the batter at me. I was covered in it. Peeta was laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe so I grabbed the still half-full bowl and said, "Oh, you think that's funny, huh?"

I chucked the rest of it on him. "Katniss! You did not just do that!" He tried to grab the bowl from my hands and slipped, pulling me down on top of him. By that time, we were both laughing hysterically. I couldn't even breathe as I looked at us, sitting on the bakery floor covered in batter.

"Wow! You suck!" I said as I stood up and attempted to dust myself off, still laughing.

"What? You started it!" he said as he grabbed a paper towel to wipe off his face. He handed me one too. I was wiping off my chin when he said, "Here, let me help." Peeta slowly wiped off my cheek but his thumb touched my forehead and I yelped in pain. He yanked his hand away and said, "What did I do?"

I shook my head and continued to cautiously clean my forehead. "Oh, nothing, I just fell down the stairs and hit my head. It's nothing." The makeup must have rubbed off because he walked closer to me.

He studied my forehead and said, "Oh ouch, this looks like someone did this to you. Did someone hurt you, Katniss? You can tell me." His voice got very quiet at the end as he looked into my eyes.

I looked back into his gorgeous blue eyes and chewed on my lip. I swallowed hard and almost had to hold back tears when I muttered, "No, I'm just clumsy." I tried to smile but it faltered.

Peeta didn't look like he believed me but didn't push it. "You are really beautiful, you know that?" He brushed a stray hair away from my face.

I blushed at his random comment and really smiled, "Thank you. You're not too bad yourself." I joked.

He laughed a little but then began to lean towards me. I then realized he was going to kiss me. My heart leaped and I was about to close the small distance between our lips. I closed my eyes but I suddenly heard a low voice, "Katniss." That could only be one person.

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