When the parachute came down, Katniss jumed back with a shocked expresion, slowly calming it by taking deep breaths. I painfuly rolled over to my side and started looking through the basket.

"BREAD!" I said in a loud scream. I was very hungry.

"Peeta! Dont be that loud! The other tributes could hear us," said Katniss.

Catos Point of View

What is that disseased child babbling about this time? I shook my head in distress. Why isn't that mental boy dead yet!

"Clove, we have a major problem here."

She sighed. Clove was tanning under the fake sun, spreading her arms out wide. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses a sponser gave her and her hands caked with blood. "I heard. What, do you want me to go out there and kill him for you?"

Quickly, I replied, "No, no. Not at all, dear."

Peetas Point of View

Katniss and I share a quiet lunch. She dosent seem to want to talk right now. Must have been hard, killing people repeatedly. I'll leave her be, for now.

"Ok, Peeta, we got to wash off your leg." Katniss starts by rolling me near the stream. After the first turn, a sharp pain shoots up my back and I let out a noisy cry. "Oops, sorry. I'll be more careful now." That time, she pushed me even harder for 2 spins. I hold back a shout. I cant let her think I'm weak, because I am. I ignore her healing me and I fall asleep for about an hour. When I woke up, It was night. My leg feeled better, so I started crawling around. That still brought pain, but at least I was mobile.

Katniss thinks up this wounderful idea and leads me into a cave. I slump onto the hard, cool floor. With the rest of our food from lunch, we make a decent dinner. Katniss startes taliking to me about her sisters goat, but I didnt listen. All that was required of me is to give a head nod here and a "Uh huh" there. The whole time, I stared at her with loving eyes. Her hair was a beautiful tangled mess. Katniss's lips were bright red and full.

I interupted her story, "Hold that thought." I leaned in and kissed her. We stayed there for a moment, and then she pulled back away from me.

"Ummm, I've got to go, um, take a bath." Shacking, she trembled out of the cave towards the stream. I peek out of the side of the rock, hoping to get a good view.

Me, the author, screaming my head off in horor and disgust. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AH, AH, AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! PEETA! YOUR SO GROSS!"

She bends over the stream and looks like shes... gaging. I think Katniss was trying to throw up. Maybe she had food poisining?

When that failed, she started scraping her toung over and over. She washed it out with water and slowly came back to the caave where I was stationary. "Food poisining?"

"Food poisining? Peeta, what are you... I mean... umm... yea. I did. You know Haymitch, he hates me," she stumbled out.

At that lame joke, I still give her a full hearted laugh when she only gives me a 0.000000005% one.

She lays out her sleeping bag and jumps into it. "Good night Peter. Dont wake me up unless im dead." What? Peter? Why dosent my crush know my name!

I was still laying on the cold floor, while Katniss had a heat retaining sleeping bag. "I'm cold."

"Well, I guess you better fix that."

I had an idea. I scooch into the sleeping bag with her. When Im right besides Katniss, I wiggle my eyebrows and give her a smile. She burries her head in her pillow and releases a muffled scream. She must be excited!

She rolls on her side, facing away from me. I try to stay awake so I could make conversation with her, but I'm out in the next 2 minutes. Being me is hard work.

When I wake up, I find the sleeping bag gone. I hurt as I stumble out of the cave, looking for my love. I notice Katniss with her sleeping bag, strapped high in a tree.

For the next few days, Katniss tends to my wounds, I disgust her in a way i don't notice, she walks away, Haymitch sends me a loaf of bread that takes me 20 seconds to eat, I kiss Katniss, repeat. My leg was getting worse, and Katniss barley keeps me alive. She says shes staying to help me just because of Haymitch's angerment issues. But I know the real reason why shes staying. Katniss loooooooves me. Shes just playing hard to get.

One night, after seeing no faces in the sky, a booming voice echoes across the arena. Claudius Templesmith (who Katniss informed me as) invites us to a feast. If Katniss goes, she can fix my leg. Well, it cant get any better than that!

"Katniss! You gotta go get that for me! I neeeeeed it!"

She shakes her head and sighes. "Fine. I'll go."

"Yaaaaay! Do you need me to go hunt for you?"

"No, Peeta. You will get yourself tangled up in your own snare. I wont come to retrive you and another tribute will kill you."

Wow. Thats harsh. "Fine. I'll stay."

"Good."

A sliver parachute drops outside the cave. Katniss walks over and unwraps it. A glass vial layed in her hand. She dips her long shaking finger in and tastes it.

"What in the world do I need this for?" She glances over at me and mumbles, "The longer hes not talking to me, the better."

"Here, Peeta," She says in a kind voice, "Drink this! It tastes like... um... sugar bread. Yummys."

"SUGAR BREAD!" I gulp down the whole thing and fall back onto the floor, even though I was still sitting. "Hehehe. There are birdies in my head!"

"Ummm, yea. There are. Go to sleep, Peeta, before you injure yourself."

"AHHHHH! The birdies are poking me! DIE! DIE! DIE!"

"Peeta, settle down. Ummm, your in a field and, ummm, Im there with you and-"

"Hehehehe! Katniss! Kiss, kiss, kiss!"

"Peeta, just go to-"

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