Author's Note: THIS IS A SHORT CHAPTER! I was finished with it so I said why not let them read it. I don't know when I'll be putting the next one up because I hope to make that one super interesting ;) But anyways read and review! It keeps me motivated!

"Katniss I really appreciate what you did for me today" Peeta stared at me.

"It was nothing" I reassured him. I helped him to lay down on the couch we had in the living room. It was small but it would do. I carefully placed his injured foot on top on a pillow and gave him a blanket to sleep with before retreating to my bed.

"I just can't stop thanking you for saving my life" he said as I turned around.

I should be thanking him, not the other way around. And I didn't save his life, I just helped him. Honestly, I felt like he was taking this to the extreme. All he had was a bad ankle, he wasn't dying. And he could have made it back alive. I just happened to be there. If anyone should be saying thank you it should be me. The bread. His mother. The beat. It was a debt I could never repay no matter what. If it wouldn't been for that day I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have been there to help him.

"Only because someone helped me" I accidently whispered. The thoughts just swam through my mind. I wasn't staring at Peeta anymore. I was lost in thought about everything…everything that he had done for me that day and what it meant for me. The next day after he gave me the bread I remember walking home from school with this inner joy that not even I could explain. As I went home I remember looking down and finding a dandelion. I picked it up and held it there for a moment. It was a sign that gave me hope. The dandelion signified hope. Hope that my family wouldn't starve. Hope that I would prosper. That I would make Prim happy. That she would be safe.

And that's what Peeta have to me. Hope. I just couldn't put my head around why he decided to help me. I knew Peeta was a kind warm hearted person, but it takes more than that to help someone at that level.

"What?" he interrupted my thoughts. I turned my body to face him. He was staring at me in confusion, not sure of what I was saying. I wasn't even sure myself. I could tell he wanted to know what was going on in my head by the look on his face. He was staring at me, eye to eye. It made me anxious a bit. "Katniss?" he asked. I could see concern in his face now. Curiosity mixed with worry.

"You took a beat from your mother to help my family out. You gave me that bread when we were younger. You saved my life" I wasn't sure what I was saying or when I began to speak but I just did. "I should be thanking you for that day"

I knew Peeta remembered that day too. It was evident in his face. I could see the facial expressions on his face that told me he was remembering that day. His eyes were lost in thought. Flashbacks must have been going through his head of that day, or the beating. I hadn't realized it before but I was sitting down on the couch he was laying on. I don't remember how I got here and why.

"Katniss…" he began. "You don't have to thank me I …"

"No" I interrupted him. "I do. You just don't get it. Because of you Peeta,… my family's alive. Because of you I'm alive." I stopped myself before I said anymore. Never in a thousand years did I imagine myself telling Peeta Mellark this. I wasn't quite sure of myself if I should keep going. I didn't want to reveal too much without making him uncomfortable.

"Don't say that Katniss. I'm sure anyone would have done the same thing as me" he modestly said. That wasn't true. If it was the Seam wouldn't exist. District twelve wouldn't be so poor. People wouldn't be starving every day. We would live in a world where we didn't have to worry about tomorrow. We would all be happy.

"You're wrong Peeta" I said. "No one else would have done it, except you" It was dark but you could still see him blush a little. He looked away from me thinking of what to say.

"I just… I couldn't let you starve. I couldn't stand watching anymore" he looked back at me. I could see sparks in his eyes that told me he wanted to cry. I hoped he didn't because it would just make the whole situation even more uncomfortable. I wasn't used to talking to anyone like this. But something in his eyes made me feel like he was being sincere. I had this gut feeling that kept telling me to trust him. To follow my instincts.

"What do you mean?" I carefully asked. I didn't like where this was going.

"Never mine" he muttered. Once again his face turned from mine. Almost as if he couldn't stand seeing me anymore. I took it as a sign to leave. After seconds of silence I finally got up and turned around to retreat to my bedroom. I then felt something grab my wrist. It was him. It was Peeta's hand. There was this weird feeling inside of me that formed when his hand interacted with my wrist. Something about his touch made me feel nervous but at ease at the same time. It was a feeling that was alien to me, almost terrifying.

I looked down to my right wrist without turning around. I just stayed like that staring at his hand on my wrist wondering what he was doing. He slightly pulled my wrist and I turned around to see what he wanted.

"Goodnight Katniss" he stared deep into my eyes. I couldn't help but notice for the first time how much his blue eyes sparkled in the moon light it was astonishing. But something about them scared me.

I yanked my wrist from his hand. I don't know why I was acting so hostile. But I didn't like it when people made me feel like this. I didn't like things I couldn't explain. I wanted to get out of here. Out of this situation. I turned around before he began to speak again.

"And if you ever need anything… don't hesitate to ask me" and just like that I stormed out of the room with a rage feeling forming inside.