I admit, this chapter may become OOC (Out of Character)... JUST WARNING!

Katniss' POV

Peeta's taking this book way too seriously.

"Listen to this," he says one day while we were eating dinner, the book on his lap. "It makes me sound so bratty." Peeta looked up at me. "I'm at the part were I'm about to confess my love to you," he said.

"My favorite part," I reply sarcastically. "That means that you've past the conversation with Gale and I in the woods."

Peeta looked up at me confused. "Yes, and you didn't leave," he replied.

"Or so you may think," I say, ready to see how far the lye could go. "Peeta, do they tell

you about the house in that book?" I ask, curiously. He looked back at me.

"No," he replied, flipping the pages of the book. "It doesn't say anything. What house?"

''Oh, nothing. Their's a house over by the lake. One day Gal-"

"I knew it!" Peeta said, suddenly jumping up, holding the book close. "I knew Posy was you're kid! She was too attach-"

"Peeta, what the Panem are you talking about?" I ask, looking at him. "I was going to say that once, we went to the house and found two refugees from District 8. I was thinking of the wrong games."

Peeta sat back in his seat, a little embarrassed. "Sorry hon," he said.

"No problem," I replied. "I wonder wh-" I started, but was ruddily interrupted by the phone.

"I'll get it," Peeta said. He got up and walked over to the phone. After thirty seconds, Peeta screamed "WRONG NUMBER!" into the phone, and hung it back up on the wall.

" Wonder who that was," I said, looking up from my dinner. When Peeta walked in, he was cradling the book. "Peeta, wh-" I started, but of course was ruddily interrupted (again) by the phone. "Let me get it this time," I said.

Peeta just nodded. "I'm going to go in their and spend as much time as I can with the book while we have it," he said. What the Panem? I thought, going up to get the phone.

"Hello?" I said into the speaker.

"Katniss?" my mom asked from the end of the line.

"Yes, it she. What is it mom?" I asked. We hadn't talked a lot lately.

"Katniss, it's about the book."

"What about it? Are you taking it back?" I asked, a little too excited. What am I talking about? I was overjoyed!

"Yes, actually," she replied. "I also got you two a book to trade."

"It's not the sequel, is it?" I asked, not wanting to deal with the obsession.

"No, it's different."

"Good," I said. "So, is that it?"

"Yes."

"Goodnight?"

" Night Sweetheart."

"Night," I said, hanging up the phone, smiling. The book would finally be gone...

Not very long, I know, BUT I"M WORKING ON IT!