Hello my fellow hunger games fiends. I give you another chapter. I'm really enjoying this and feel like "why not make another chapter?" So enough with the lemon juice straight from the tree. Here's some plot. Review! please and thank you.

"Katniss, wake up," Peeta's shaking me awake.

When I open my eyes I see his panicked expression. This alarms me. There's a knock on the door. I sit up or for better words jump up.

"Peeta? Is Katniss in there?" Haymitch asks through the door. My heart almost flings out my chest. Peeta looks at me with wide eyes. He's stuck and so am I. What do we do? My expression screams. More knocking follows. Peeta quickly picks up my underwear a yard from the door. I get up to find my nightgown. I find it on the bed only to see red stains on the light blue silk sheets. Great!

"Peeta?" Haymitch calls. Peeta hands me my underwear. He notices the stain too and quickly bunches the sheets up to hide it. I pull my nightgown on. Peeta looks around quickly to make sure he didn't miss anything. I'm breathing hard feeling like I just ran a mile. I look over to the mirror and see my hair looks like a rats nest.

Peeta opens the door and before he can protest Haymitch pushes the door open and walks right in. He's looking at Peeta ready to complain, not noticing me standing by the chair.

"Peeta, I been looking for the girl for thirty minutes,"

Peeta closes the door. I think maybe I can go unnoticed when Haymitch looks me dead in the eyes for a couple of seconds. The air is still. Awaiting.

"She's right here Haymitch." Peeta gestures to me.

"Well boy why couldn't you just say-," he pauses and looks at us for a couple of moments. I struggle to keep my composure. But Peeta's face gives everything away, portraying a picture that says 'Something happened'.

Haymitch goes to say something but stops, leaving his mouth open. I cross my arms over my chest.

"What just happened?" Haymitch looks puzzled. He points a finger between Peeta and me.

"Nothing," I say almost spitting at him, my mood turning sour.

"No, no, no. Both of you, don't lie to me," Haymitch doesn't buy it.

"Nothing happened Haymitch," Peeta tries to convince him. But Haymitch is to smart for his own good.

"Oh yeah? So you both tell me nothing happened yet she looks freshly pounded-" he walks over to me. "-and this blood on her thighs is nothing as well?" He walks over to the bed and rips the bunched blanket off throwing it to the ground. My heart sinks as he points out the evidence.

"All right Haymitch, that's enough." Peeta says grabbing the blanket off the floor putting it on the bed where the stain stares at me.

"Now, I didn't know you two was this close. Katniss, what about all that shit you were giving me the other day about being forced to kiss the boy?"

"You both need to be careful. You understand? We have the capital on our head and you're humping like rabbits, Hopefully this helps your horrible acting, Sweetheart. You both better put on a damn good show because what happened in Eleven is gonna be damn near impossible to reverse." Haymitch is looking at me, I look away. "Both of you, clean yourselves up and come to breakfast… I need a drink." Haymitch walks out and slams the door behind him. Peeta looks at me, eyebrows raised.

We shower and dress in our own rooms. At breakfast the silence is deafening. I sit far from Peeta, trying to put as much distance between us. Next to peeta I can feel Haymitch and Effie's eyes on me. It's unnerving. We're not a secret anymore, at least I suspect to Effie we're not. It doesn't help that I'm drawn to him. I'd often catch myself brushing hands with his or resting my head on his shoulder. Like magnets. And everytime I notice I'd feel a stab in my chest. In the back of my mind I knew we didn't have long. Or in other words I didn't have long. I still had hope for peeta. While we eat, Effie goes over the plans for District Ten. It's pretty much a same schedule as Eleven. We make our speech, kiss for the cameras, eat, and we're back on the train, shipped off to the next District. Effie fills our time up to the rim with tastings, meetings, line drilling. Peeta has the better end of the stick. He remembers his lines perfectly, Even adds a little heart into the boring speeches. I'm the problem, forgetting my lines, refusing to say cheesy speeches about the fallen tributes. By the end of the day I don't even want to look at Effie. The only time I do enjoy myself is with Cinna and even those talks are brief.

At night, I sneak into Peeta's room. We hold each other through the night. Peeta doesn't touch me, in fact he makes it his business to avoid the possibility of us even getting close to repeating that night. When we get ready for bed, he makes sure to put pajamas on along with a robe. I can't understand why is he trying hard not to be near me. Only touching me when the cameras are on us. When I feel his hand pull away or when he suddenly has to move, I am lost. I try my best to suppress feelings of abandonment. I mentally know that's not the case, though my body tells me otherwise. Tears are shed in the seclusion of bathroom. I'm toren. At times I feel he wants to reach out to me. When we reach District Four, I am determined to find out what the problem is. Why has he avoided me? We are allowed to leave the Justice Building when we are done with our show. I decide seeing the beach wouldn't be a bad idea.

"Effie, do you mind taking us to the beach ?" I ask at dinner. Effie sneaks a look at Haymitch.

"Haymitch, what do you think?" Effie asks an already intoxicated Haymitch. Effie asking Haymitch if it's ok to take us somewhere is strange, she's usually the one with the plans. He nods and waves his hand in dismissal while chugging on a wine bottle. The sun is setting and the orange sky makes me happy. Peeta's favorite color. When we arrived we have a hard time trying to convince Effie to follow us on to the sand but we give up altogether when Effie tries to get into the designer of the shoes she's wearing. When we just suggest she take them. She is appalled by us, stating 'a woman never takes off her shoes in public.'

"Go on, don't worry about me. Have fun." Effie says. Shooing us with both hands.

The sand is soft on my bare feet and the waves crash loudly. The air tastes salty and cool on my face. Peeta is amazed by the colors.

"It's beautiful here," Peeta says. I look at him while he gazes out onto the sea. The sun brightens his eyes, making the deep blue take on a lighter sky blue tone.

"It is," I say. Far in the distance there is two children playing, running, and splashing.

I grab his hand, holding on with two hands. I pull him towards the water. It brushes my feet and cold to the touch but, after awhile I get use to it and I dip my hands in, wetting them. Then to scare peeta I splash at him. He's stunned. I'm laughing hard.

"What was that for?" he says. wiping his face with his sleeve. He tries to splash me back but I'm quick and dodge the water. He lets out a yelp, grabbing at his leg where it meets his prosthetic. I'm by his side in a second.

"Peeta, are you alright?" I ask. In a quick swift move I am splashed in the face. It was a trick.

"Now we're even." peeta says. Laughing at me.

Peeta is smiling. His best smile, a real smile I go to move closer to him. The smile tugs at my heart. My lips yearn for his. My hands miss being tangled in his hair. He wraps his arms around my shoulders. Simple delights are all we have, all that is left to us, I place a kiss on his jaw. He closes his eyes. I place another on his cheek. I can see his cheeks turning red. When I kiss his lips it's light as a feather.

"Peeta?" I ask onto his lips. I can feel him shiver. His eyes open and he's looking at me.

"Yes?" He asks.

"I need you," I whisper low.
He shakes his head. "Katniss we can't," I'm shocked by his answer. I take a step back.

"It's not that I don't want to, Katniss," He says in his defense.

"So then why not?" I say and it sounds a little more venomous than I wanted it to.

"Haymitch doesn't think it's a good idea for us to be doing that on the tour." He says. I feel my face grow hot. Haymitch shouldn't be the judge of what is between us. Peeta shouldn't be listening to Haymitch. What we do behind closed doors is our business. I turn to walk back to Effie. Peeta grabs my hand to stop me and I yank it away. If he wants to listen to Haymitch, he can be my guest. Ha! he can warm Haymitch's bed too while he's at it.

"Katniss, it's dangerous right now. Some things have to be completely private, maybe when we get home." He says. I stop, some things need to be completely private. There's a meaning under that. And it confirms my dread. While we're on this train Snow sees everything. He knew about that kiss I shared with Gale. If he knew how important Peeta really is to me, he'd use Peeta. Being this close to the Capitol, being right under Snow's grasp. Peeta becomes a target because he's my weakness. Snow is not wasteful. If the District aren't convinced, Snow's eyes will turn to the ones dear to me. Peeta being the first on the list. It's best to keep Peeta as far from it as I can. Maybe someone will survive this. I feel grateful for Haymitch, he always sees the bigger picture.


Ok so I thought Haymitch would go into father mode. Being that there's still young. I was also thinking is Snow thinks Katniss didn't have much feelings for Peeta. To Snow he thought her heart lies with Gale. That's why he threatens gale. He doesn't get to see how much she loves him until the quarter quell.
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