Note: I do not own The Hunger Games, cuz if I do, not only would I be ridiculously rich, but I'd also be in Panem right now. (And do my all to make Katniss, Peeta, and all of them REAL!)
Oh, dreams..
Sometimes, when you are stuck in class, listening to the history of the country you've heard all your life, you can do nothing else but dream. But I'm not saying that I slept in front of my teacher's face. Daydream, and yes, I admit to do that a lot. And the way I dream has a weird 'partner', and it's kind of a plus. I always end up drawing a certain scene from my dream, and that kind of explains my numerous sketches of Katniss.
So here I am, in history, my teacher thinking I'm jotting down notes when I, again, am drawing Katniss. I'm not complaining about this habit of mine, my hand actually is really good. I just dream, drift my mind off someplace far away, and let my hand do the work. My hand has a mind of it's own.
Eight minutes before the end of my day at school, I am literally counting down the seconds until the bell rings. It was unlike me, but Katniss said that she'd probably walk with me home, or at least to the bakery, so why am I to wait?
Ring.
The sound of the bell sends me running out of the classroom door, which surprises everyone, especially the teacher.
As I ran across the narrow hallways, I come to a stop in front of Katniss' classroom, and, to my relief, saw her still their. I smiled as she went out of her room.
"Hello." I greeted.
"Hello."
"So, we are walking home together?" I asked
"Seems so." she said, and started walking.
I perfectly kept pace with her.
"How was school?" I asked conversationally.
"Alright." she frowned "They reread the history of Panem to us again, though."
I shook my head.
"I know. It's getting really unbearable."
"Somebody should write a new Treaty of Treason." she said.
And I laughed. We stopped walking, now Katniss was in front of me, looking at me with curiosity and somewhat accusingly.
"What?" she said.
"I just didn't expect that from you." I managed to say in between my snickers.
"Okay. Just stop that." she frowned.
"Okay."
I stopped laughing, but even if I'm putting on a straight face, I know that I was obviously suppressing a smile.
"Stop laughing at me!" she ranted
"I'm not!" I said, putting my hands up.
"Yes, you are!" she stalked off.
"Katniss!" I ran after her.
She kept walking at her fast pace, but it wasn't hard for me to keep up.
"Katniss." I said.
She kept walking.
"Don't you think you're being a little immature about this?"
She stopped, but still didn't look at me. Immature, yes. But I oddly thought it was cute.
"Katniss?"
She took a deep breathe.
"Immature?" she said.
I smiled.
"Don't worry. I like immature." I smiled.
She looked at me, somewhat frightened. I like immature. Oh no.
"I mean, I like people who are immature, no, I mean, I have brothers, so, I mean, yes, they're older than me, but, well..."
It was helpless. I felt my face getting hotter by the second. Why did I have to say that?
I shook my head and laughed. How else would I handle a situation like this?
"Peeta?" she said, sounding deeply concerned. I must've looked insane.
"It's okay, Katniss." I said, forcing myself to stop laughing. "I'm sorry. It's okay. I won't do it again."
She looked at me carefully.
"The bakery is just at the corner. Come on." she said.
We then walked to the bakery quietly.
About a few feet before my home, Katniss stopped abruptly.
"What?" I asked her.
"I have to go." she said.
"Where?" I asked her.
"Hunting." she said.
Oh.
"I take it you're not taking me today?" I said.
"No." she said. " would, but I don't think it would be fair on Gale's side."
Hmm.
"Oh. Okay." I said. Gale. I thought.
"So, I'll be going now." she said
I nodded, and she turned around.
"Katniss!" I called after her.
She looked back at me.
"Stay safe, okay?" I said.
She smiled.
"Peeta, I've been out on the woods all my life." she said, then shook her head. "Okay."
And she ran off.
"What do you think?" I asked my father. Aside from Marcus, if I ever have to tell anyone in the family any secret or something like that, it would be my father.
"I'm happy you told me about this, son. But you already asked her, and she said yes. Just be careful, okay?" he told me.
I smiled.
"Thanks father. You won't tell mother, right?"
He shook his head.
"Unless you don't want to go anymore." he said, going back to shaping the bread.
"Thanks." I said.
And I went up to my room.
Yes! (I just really wanted to say, er, type(?) that)
And I haven't updated for so long, so sorry. (I know how much irritating it is to wait for a new chapter.)
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