Katniss is stuck in bed rest for the week. I come by every day, bring cheese buns, which I found were her favorite, and I started help her with an old family book. It's made of parchment and leather, apparently her mother's side had made it for healing. But her father had started adding edible plants into it. Katniss has wanted work on it, but has no artistic talent at all. So she called me in. Some of them I know, others she has specimen of, and the others she describes. I have to draw them on scraps first, until she's satisfied with them.

It's pretty fun working with the ink instead of pencils. The ink makes the pictures more…life like I guess. I add slight bits of color to ones that you can only define by their color. It's funny as she watches me. She stares like when I draw it's totally different that how I normally am. And I guess I am, really. I don't pretend when I draw, I don't lie, I can't.

One day I look up at her, and she blushes, probably think I don't see her watching. But I only say,

"You know, I think this is the first time we've ever done anything normal together."

"Yeah." She agrees. We've never been normal, and this is really nice. "Nice for a change." Took the words out of my mouth. I go back to drawing and she leans on my shoulder to watch.

Every afternoon I carry her back downstairs. She would turn on the TV, and I would have my arm wrapped around her shoulders. She always watches with such intensity and I wonder what she's looking for. I can never tell though.

The weeks go by and Katniss is horribly restless. She wants to be out and running around, and the winter snow is melting by the time she can walk on her own again.

On time, I was up and I walked over to Katniss's house like I normally did. But Her prep team jumps out.

"What do you think you're doing?" The man says.

"Uhh, checking in on Katniss." I say, eyes wide.

"Oh no you're not! She's trying on dresses today, and you have to wait to see those until there shown to everyone!" The blue haired woman chimes.

"That's not fair! She's my wife!" I spit at them.

"Not yet, she isn't! Sorry, Peeta, you have to go." And the door is closed and locked. I smack my fist onto the door, anger swelling slightly.

I stomp back over to my house, Portia already sitting on my couch.

"Well, I take it you found out they aren't letting you in?" She giggles.

"Yeah, thanks for the warning." I tell her with a mocking glare. She laughs harder. "Well I'm guessing you came with Cinna?" I ask her.

"Yep, he said that I couldn't come in though. I think I believes I would tell you everything. How wrong he is." She says with a laugh.

"Didn't you help him design them?" I ask. She nods.

"I helped with sketches and basic frame. But other than that, he kicked me out." She pouts. "But anyways, what have you been up to?" She asks.

We chat like this for hours, joking with each other, fighting each other. IT was fun.

"So when do you know when to leave?" I ask her seeing the dark sky. But right then, Cinna walks in with a harsh expression.

"Enchantress! What did I tell you? Never talk to this mongrel again!" He spits.

"Enchantress?" I ask her.

"My real name. Enchantress Portia. I know it's strange, but that's why I go by Portia. And I know Cinna." She says faking sadness. "But he dragged me in here when he saw me. I couldn't escape! But I told him nothing!" But then she smiles running over to him, and hopping up. Cinna laughs too.

"Sorry Peeta, I never meant that." He tells me. He takes Portia's hands and spins her so she's clutching his back like a monkey. She laughs with her head on his shoulder. He holds her knees so she doesn't slip down. They wave good-bye and walk out, bickering about something strange.

"Oh Portia." I mumble with a smile. I sit back down onto the couch leaning my head back.

Katniss and Gale were holding hands, running into the meadow laughing and smiling. It was like my painting. Katniss got her bow and a little girl that looked sort of like Prim ran up behind her, holding a knife in her hand. Gale entered from the other side a small boy with the same dark skin they both had. The kids ran around smiling and laughing, play fighting with some knives. Katniss and Gale practiced shooting, giggling and chuckling at stupid things. I stood outside the fence, something covering my mouth so I couldn't scream. Gale seemed to see me because he gave a horrible smile, and pulled Katniss into a tight hug. I tried to scream again, my eyes filled with tears. I clutched the fence in my fists, shaking it trying to get Katniss to look at me. I want to yell at her, to tell her she's making a huge mistake, but she doesn't hear me. Of course she doesn't. I finally bolt awake when Gale presses his lips to hers.

I open my eyes and see the reason I couldn't scream was because I was suffocating myself on the couch cushion. I roll over panting for air, and never getting enough. What the hell, Katniss? Why do you have this much damn control on me?

So yeah its done! Not done, done just the chapter. Everyone thinks when I say 'done' they think I mean the story. Sorry Guys! So I've been listening to the song 'I'm Not the One' and I'm in love with it! It fits mockingjay more than anything, but I love it so much right now :DDDD and yes Peeta gets thrown out of Katniss house by Flavious and Octavia… Poor guy XD