I am so sorry for the HORRENDOUS spelling mistakes in my last chapter, I really do not know how my spelling became that bad, and with spell check to? That's bad, I apologize folks :\

Here is the next chapter, as promised. I hope you enjoy it

Katniss

Flour sprinkles down from Peeta's curls like snow falling from from the sky onto the ground on to his roman nose, which he twitch's slightly as he ruffles his hair.
"Anytime."
I hear myself say in reply to his thanks. He smiles at me, his lips twisting up at one side and his cheeks flushing a slight shade of red.
I narrow my eyes slightly, staring at him, at his movements. The way he is staring at me with those sapphires. How his body movements are contradicting the fluidity of his words.
My father used to teach me about plants when I was younger, one of those teachings where about which plants bore fruit which was edible and which ones could kill you in a heart beat.

"And these Katniss.' Father said, pointing to the book but keeping his gaze hard on me. 'These are nightshade and hemlock berries. You must never, ever touch these Kaniss. They're both very poisonous and would hurt you very badly, no matter how harmless they may look to you."
"Nightlock berries?"
"No Katniss, Hemlock and nightshade."
Biting my lip, I looked at my father.
"How badly will they hurt someone daddy?"
"They'll kill you."

Peeta's appearance and movements seem harmless. The quick flushes of red in his cheeks like the red of berries. He seems perfectly sweet, but is there a bitter behind it all?
The way he looks at me. An agenda? Intention? Part of me screams there always has been. I used to walk from school, Prim's hand clutching tight, and I would catch him staring, before his eyes would flick away quickly.
However, another part of me- a voice I have never heard in me before- seems to go against myself. That maybe he is, instead of being a berry that's appearance will trick and kill me, generally... Nice?
Before I fall to deeply into my thoughts, Rye- as he had introduced himself, re-enters the room. A light, sky blue polo shirt in hand.
"This should be small enough Miss Everdeen."
Breaking eye contact with Peeta and moving from where I had been standing, I step towards Rye, taking the polo shirt in my hands. Looking down at it as I do. Rubbing the fabric between my thumb and fingers, I look back up at he man and nod my head.
"Thank you."
Rye smiles before speaking again.
"There's is a toilet out back.' He says, turning and pointing to the door he disappeared to earlier. 'So you can change into your shirt."
When he looks back at me I nod quickly, before walking across the kitchen, past a table, to the door.
Rye looks a lot like Peeta, I find myself thinking. The blue eyes and blonde hair, however his is cut a lot shorter and is instead straight and not in the waves Peeta's is. His face is also more angular, sharper, shoulders a bit thicker. But their noses are the same, ears, eyebrows. All the little things.
Unlike me and Prim, you can tell that the two men standing in the kitchen are siblings.
Upon finding the toilet, I enter and lock the door behind me, letting my backpack slip off of my shoulder and to the tiled floor along with my cardigan. Outstretching my hands, I drag my finger tips along the light pea green walls before stopping at the white, porcelain sink. The reflection of the ceiling lights shine off of the smooth surface. Sighing, I close my eyes and turn on my toes, pulling off my top as I do, allowing the chill in the air to wash over my bare skin. Before slipping the polo shirt over my head in the tops place.
Picking up my top and cardigan, I unzip my backpack and place them inside before re-zipping the bag. Pulling it over my shoulder in a swift movement and unbending my legs till I am standing straight in front of the mirror. I flatten down my slightly static hair and stare at my reflection of a few seconds.
What am I doing here? Working in a shop in the city and not 'The Seam'?
Breathing out audibly, I turn and unlock the bathroom door before slipping back out into the hall way, and back towards the warmth of the kitchen, which seemed to almost glow and hum from the ovens. As I approach the kitchen, I hear the quiet muttering.
"Sooo, everything you ever remembered then Peety?"
"Shut up Rye."
"Haha, sorry bro but when I was a few years younger than when you were now, I was teased endlessly by you and Dan-"
"It was only Daniel!"
I hear Peeta's voice say sternly over his brothers.
Daniel? Who's Daniel?
Walking closer to the door, I slow down, listening curiously as I step forward.
"Yeah, whatever Peeta."
"Rye. Stop it."
I clamp my hand around the door handle but stop before I push it down to enter the room as I hear Rye laugh slightly and his next words being whispered a little quieter than the rest of the conversation had been.
"Haha, what up lover boy? Can't handle the freckles, olive glow and those 'grey eyes'?"
Stopping my hand abruptly I can can hear my heart in my ears. Freckles, olive glow and grey eyes? For a moment, I almost believe the description could be something close to me, but why then would Rye have refereed to Peeta as 'Lover Boy'?
Gulping, I pull a face, listening for Peeta's next response. Instead, I next hear a movement in the kitchen; the sound of a chair scrapping across the floor and thudding sound like a dishcloth hitting a body. Before the sound of footsteps approaching the door quickly.
Breathing in sharply, I push the door handle down and pull the door open just to be met with the deep blue eyes belonging to Peeta. At the sight of me, his cheeks turn redder than they already appear, averting his eyes away quickly and stepping to the side smiling for me to get past.
"Sorry, ladies first."
He laughs slightly, putting his arm out to almost guide me in the direction that I am walking. I mumbles a thank you before stepping past him, entering the kitchen as he disappears from it. Staring at Rye as I cross to a chair and place my bag straps over the back, he also stares back at me, an odd glint in his eyes.
Biting his lip, he stares at his watch before back up to me.
"Well, me and you are out front in the shop today as Annie isn't in till late."
"Annie?"
I question, staring at him.
"Ahh, another employee who works here. She's nice, if a bit... odd.' I nod at his words slowly, still staring at him. Pushing off of the work surface he walks towards the door which leads to the front of the bakery, pulling the door open he gestures for me to step through into the front of the shop. Following his silent order, i walk towards the opening, stepping through into the freshly stocked up front of shop. The walls lined in breads and window with cakes. 'So Miss. Everdeen, tell me what brings you too the city."

And that's the chapter, hope you liked it!

Also, fun fact, Suzanne Collins based Nightlock berries off of the two berries I named in this chapter: nightshade and hemlock berries, because of their appearance and qualities. Interesting, huh :)

Ahh, I did consider adding poetry into this chapter, as I had a poetry exam yesterday, but I decided against it. It was so unfair, the two poems that we had to choose from to compare to another poem I hadn't been taught! Grr, oh well... Anywho, away from my ranting, till next time people, have a lovely week!

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