Months pass and we stick to staying in contact on the phone. It's July sixth. It's been two years today since we broke up.

I feel like I need to go right out and text him and say this.

So I get out my iPhone 5c, the yellow one with a white and gray life proof case and text Peeta.

Me: we're getting nowhere.

I'm healed, just left with a scar. I get up and start cleaning, pausing when my phone beeps with a message.

Peeta: what do you mean?

Me: I mean we can't get a better relationship if we're relying through technology for communication.

I take apart the cushions and throw them in the washer and I strip both beds.

He's taking a while to answer, and I'm afraid I've upset him, but then I get this long message.

Peeta: Katniss, I was serious when I said I would move to Florida. I will drop everything to be with you. I will take a bullet for you. If you think we can't have a good relationship by being long distance, then I will move to Florida. Your all I want and need and without you I'm all empty inside and I hide out in my room. I'm going to move to Florida. I've been thinking about this for a long time, I just never went through with it because you said you wanted to take it slow so I've laid off. Do you want me to move to Florida? If you do I will find somewhere I can stay, it's just going to take me a bit because I need a job. I've talked to my parents about this and they actually said that they already bought a property in Miami for the bakery and they're working on it. If you want me to move in Miami, just say the words and I'm there.

I stare at the message for a couple of minutes.

I don't want to force him to do something he doesn't want to do. His happiness is more important to me than anything.

Katniss: I want you to…I just don't want you to do something you don't want to do. All I want is for you to be happy.

Peeta: I'm going to call you. This is something we need to be actually talking about.

I don't get a change to reply before my phone is ringing with Peeta's I.D.

I hesitate and then press answer. "Hey…" I trail off.

"Hi…" I can hear the smile in his voice.

I'm silent, mopping floors and bleaching everything not edible. I bleach the front door and use vinegar on all the window sills and doorframes. It repels spiders, and I bet all my money that there isn't a single spider or even a bug in this apartment. "Peeta?" I finally ask. We've been silent for so long that I've already changed over the cushions in the dryer and now I've got my bed sheets in them washer.

"Yeah?" he whispers.

"I don't want you to do something because of me. I just want you to be happy."

"Katniss, I hate talking on the phone. I hate texting. I miss you. I want to be able to hug you when I want to. I want to be able to sit in front of you and reach out and touch your cheek. I hate having to rely on my stupid phone. I would much rather be with you. I'm not happy without you, and even though you are my girlfriend, I'm still without you. What happens if we lose our phone? Or we can't pay the bill? What happens then? We'll be in one of those middle school relationships where you break up without ever voicing it. I don't want that. I have been unhappy for two years. I just want you back. I want the old us but without any problems. I'm not happy unless I'm with you."

I'm silent for a long time. "Are you sure?" I whisper.

"One hundred trillion times infinity percent." He says back.

I continue mopping the floor for the fifth time. "You can move in with me…if you'd like." I whisper finally.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Yes, I've got an extra room…" I trail off.

"Alright…I don't know when I be there, probably not for another like…month or something. I have some things to finish up here…" he trails off.

"Okay…" I trail off.

I really don't want to get off the phone with him. I think he feels the same, because he quickly asks me "So what have you been up to?"

"Well…I've stayed inside my apartment with the door locked because a Bengal Tiger and a Lion broke out of the Miami Metro Zoo and I live right down the goddamn street from there."

"Jesus Christ…" he mutters. "That's insane."

"Oh and I live near the Everglades so god knows where the Gators are. And it's hot as hell so I like air conditioning. I don't have any clothes on and I haven't for days."

"Oh…" he coughs, and I have a feeling I've given him a boner. "So you've been walking about your apartment…naked…for a couple of days?"

"Well in my bra and underwear but still…that's pretty damn close to naked."

"I guess. What do you mean it's hot? It's chilly here."

"It's in the high nineties, Peeta." I reply.

"What? That's insane!" he says.

"Yeah, I know." I sigh. I've got to go to work in two hours. "Alright…I've got to go."

"Awe…why?" he asks.

"Because I've got to work in two hours and I have to take a shower and get ready. I get off at like eight or something. I'll call you at nine because I'm taking a shower when I get home, alright?"

He's silent for a long time. "Okay, but I need your address so I know where I'm going." He says.

"9051 SW 122 Ave, Miami, Florida, it's apartment number 1223 and it's in building 12" I reply.

"Okay…" he trails off.

Since I told him we should go slowly, he only tells me he loves me if I say it first. "I'll call you later, I love you."

And then he jumps at the opportunity "I love you too. Bye."

"Bye." I hang up.

…a…

I wake up at three in the morning because I feel like I forgot to do something.

I walk around my apartment and then go and sit on the balcony.

That's when it clicks.

I forgot to call Peeta. I was so tired that I fell asleep when I got out of the shower.

I go back into my bedroom and stare at the digital clock on the bedside table. 3:59

I feel so guilty that I pick up the phone and before I can talk myself out of it, it's ringing.

I'm about to hang up when I hear a mumble that I think was supposed to be a hello.

I hesitate for a long time. "Peeta…" I trail off, whispering. I hear a shuffle.

"Katniss?" he whispers. His voice is deep and rough, laced with sleep but incredibly sexy.

"I shouldn't have called…I'm really sorry…I didn't mean to wake you up…I fell asleep when I got out of the shower and I felt bad…I…sorry Peeta, go back to sleep, I didn't mean to bother you."

"You are not bothering Me." he mumbles.

"I'm sorry…" I trail off.

"It's fine Katniss." I know he's yawning right now. "How was work?" he asks.

"Horrid. I miss the bakery." I grumble.

"Well you can come back to work after the bakery is open." He mutters.

"I'm sorry for waking you up at four in the morning." I whisper.

"Stop apologizing. I've told you that you can talk to me whenever you want to." He replies.

"I still…sorry…I just…sorry…" I whisper.

"Katniss…" he trails off. "What are you doing up?"

"I can't sleep." I mumble.

He's silent for a minute. "Want me to stay on the phone until you fall asleep?"

"If you want to." I whisper.

"I will." He says.

I lay down, and the last thing I hear before I fall asleep is the sound of him rolling over.

…a….

"BRAINLESS!" Johanna screeches, waking me up, and I think Peeta too. I look at my phone and see it's still in the call, and its hit six hours. Thank god I have unlimited everything.

"GET OUT!" I moan, throwing a pillow at her.

"We're going on a family vacation with a couple of other people. Like a really big vacation. Pack your shit." She says.

"No I'm not." I roll over, and end up rolling right off my bed, hitting my head on my bedside table.

"Yes we are sissy!" Prim comes in and starts walking on my back. She cracks it and it feels so good.

"Katniss." That's Peeta on my phone.

"Oh hey baker boy," Jo says.

"Hey Johanna; Katniss, I've got to go."

"Okay, sorry my stupid sister woke you up." I refer to Johanna as my sister now.

"She didn't, my stupid brothers woke me up." He says.

"GET DRESSED YOU SARCASTIC SHIT!" I hear Rye screech.

"Shut the hell up!" Peeta shouts at him. "Get the fuck out!"

"YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" Rye snarls.

They start screaming at one another. "Shut up!" I scream. They go silent. "I'm hanging up." I hang up.

…..a…..

"I don't understand why I'm not allowed to know who is coming with us." I complain.

"They should be here soon." Is all Mom says.

"This isn't fair." I get up and brush my teeth for the seventh time because I need to clean something.

I love my outfits today. I'm in a rose floral flowy crop top; the roses are purple, and a black short skintight skirt and black wedges with spikes on them. My hair is left down and curled.

And Johanna said I look hot. That has to count for something, right?

"Are we staying in a hotel?" I demand.

"A log cabin that we are renting with the other people," Mom says.

"With dirt and spiders; oh god," I get out a backpack and start shoving stuff in it. Officer Cole caught the guy that took my stuff and cut me and he's in jail. I got all my stuff back. I fill it with a ton of cleaning supplies too because I seriously cannot stand the idea of spiders. "Dirty sheets, rodents, spiders, mud, leaves," I keep mutters and shoving cleaning supplies. I have random attacks where all I do it clean. Like when I watch those hoarder shows I start freaking out. My Aunt Peg used to be the same way. "Shit! There's going to be roaches too and those nasty red ants that I'm allergic to!" I end up having to take my inhaler and then I keep freaking out and stuffing stuff in the bag. "I need a duffle bag!" I walk into my bedroom and grab a duffle bag and go back into the living room, not looking at anybody as I bend down and dump the backpack in the duffle bag and break my broom in two pieces and stuff it in there. I wash the mop in the tub and blow dry it and then I collapse that and shove it in too. Someone whispers something but I pay no attention. I get my bucket for the floor and everything to clean it.

"Brainless you probably pay five thousand dollars a week for cleaning shit."

"Vinegar!" I snap my fingers again and go into the kitchen, completely not paying attention to the people in the living room.

"What the hell does vinegar have anything to do with cleaning?" Haymitch asks.

"It repels spiders. What the fuck are you doing! Get your feet off the table!" I shove his feet, get the bleach out of the bag and douse the table and wipe it down with a washcloth.

"I think your OCD." Mom says.

"And a clean freak," Johanna says.

"That smells like shit." Haymitch covers his mouth and nose.

"It smells better than your house does." I snap. He puts his feet on the table again and I shove him down and get the duct tape from the cabinet and tape his feet to the floor.

"What the fuck?" he says.

"Stop putting your feet on my table!" I douse it in bleach again.

Reed laughs. "If I hired you to clean my house you'd walk in the door and start crying."

"That's why I stay home." I reply.

"No you stay home because you're a recluse." He says.

"At least I live somewhere clean." I snap. "Dust; I almost forgot about dust!" I walk over to my cabinet and reach for the duster but I can't reach it. Someone comes up behind me and grabs the duster, handing it to me. "Thank y-Peeta!" He starts laughing.

"Your welcome," He says.

"What are you doing here?" I hug him.

"Why do you think I had to get up this morning? Why do you think you weren't allowed to know who was coming?"

"I just thought everyone was being jerks." I pull away and take the duster from his hand and drop it in the bag. He peers over my shoulder.

"Don't forget the vacuum." He clearly is messing with me but I do get the vacuum and force it in the bag.

"We're going to be in a forest and there's going to be creepy animals at night." Johanna says.

I walk into my bedroom and into the closet and get my bow and sheath of twelve arrows.

"Brainless we were kind of hoping we could take your truck…"Johanna trails off.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because it's big and good for mountains and stuff," Reed says. "And there's a lot of room in the back."

"Fine." I sigh. "We're driving then?" I ask.

"Yes." Mom says. "Your going to follow."

I shrug, "Alright," I reply.

"We're leaving now if your done obsessing." Johanna says.

I quickly completely empty my cleaning cabinet and then I put my bow over my shoulder so the string is across my chest and the sheath over my shoulder too and grab my suitcase and my duffle bag and my car keys and I look around eight times to make sure I'm not forgetting anything and then I lock the door behind Audrey. "Just put all your stuff in the back." I grab everything downstairs and go over to my truck.

"No way," Kegan says. "Is this a silver 2014 Ford F 150 with a snorkel?"

"Yeah, why?" I ask.

"This is my dream car! I hate you!"

"Wanna drive it around the parking lot?" I ask. His eyes widen and he looks so excited like he's about to cry. "Can I?" he pleads. I toss everything but my bow and arrows in the bed of the truck. Everyone adds their luggage. I put the cover on the bed because it looks like its raining.

Then I toss him the keys. "Mess up my truck and I'll mess up your face." I threaten.

"Katniss why don't you just go with him," Aunt Jessica suggests. "You can take him driving."

"Fine…can you drive manual though?" I ask Kegan.

He rolls his eyes. "Nice try. They don't make manual ford f 150's."

I laugh, "I almost got you for a second there." I walk around to the passenger side and get in.

This is weird, not driving my own truck…

He gets in the driver side and has to adjust the seat.

I put on my seatbelt and prop my feet on the dashboard. Everyone is backing way up. "Do you have your license on you?" I ask.

"I don't even have my license." He says.

"Do you have your permit?" I ask.

He's silent for a while.

"No…"

"Kegan!" I exclaim.

"I don't really even know how to drive." He admits.

"Well…" I look around. "Good thing there's only one car in this parking lot." I mumble.

"Let's just hope we don't get pulled over." he says.

"I can't believe your seventeen and don't know how to drive." I shake my head.

"Mom and Dad are afraid of me driving." He admits.

I look over my shoulder. "Adjust your mirrors." I tell him.

"How?" he asks.

I lean over the middle console and show him the button. "Put your head near the window and move the mirror with those buttons so you can see the back of the car."

He does as I say. "Okay." He says.

"Now lean this way and do the same with this mirror." I point at the mirror on my side. He does as I say again. Everyone is backed way up and they're laughing because I think they think I don't know Kegan can't drive. "Now use your hands it move this mirror so it's got the entire back window in your view." I point at the mirror in the center. "Gently though,"

He does as I say. "Alright." I shut the radio off. "You only use your right foot. The petal closest to me is the gas, the one in the middle is the break and the one higher on the left is the emergency break. Now put the car in drive."

He doesn't put it in drive; he puts it in reverse and slams down on the gas. Then he panics when he's an inch from the building and presses the emergency break. "You can drive!" he says.

"No. You can't be afraid, alright? Okay, P is park, R is reverse, N is neutral, D is drive, 2 is second gear and one is first gear. You put the car in reverse. That's why we went backwards; put it in drive."

He puts it on the D. "They're laughing at me." he says.

"Fuck them." I reply. "We'll get them back, trust me. Now slowly press the gas."

He does, and we etch forwards.

"Drive around the parking lot and stop slowly when I tell you to."

He speeds up a little, and drives around the parking lot in a circle six times before I tell him to stop. They can't see us. "Alright, let's get payback." I say. I unbuckle and so does he. "Let me drive."

"Oh this is going to be fun." He grins as he unbuckles. I crawl over the middle console and switch seats with him, adjust the seat and the mirrors, buckle up and then slam down on the gas.

They can't see who's driving, but I make sure to stop with a jerk before driving out onto the highway and speeding away.

I can see their panicked faces as I speed out of their view. "This is awesome." He grins. It starts pouring and I put on the window wipers.

"Are you hungry?" I ask.

"Yeah." He says.

"Want a frosty from Wendy's?" I ask.

"God yes!" he says. I pull into the drive through and get a chocolate frosty and a strawberry one and then drive one handed till we finish them. I pull up on the side of the road next to a dumpster and left Kegan toss them in the trash can.

I take a back road and go into the complex. I go back to the spot we switched at and we switch back.

"Make sure to speed through a puddle." I tell him.

He starts to drive, and when he's in their sight, he speeds through a puddle and completely soaks them. We burst into laughter and he circles around the parking lot again and then splashes them against before coming to an easy halt in front of them. "That was fucking perfect!" Kegan laughs.

"Now to piss them off even more…" I grab the two umbrellas' I keep in the glove compartment and take the red one for myself and hand him the blue one. He laughs again, and both of us get out of the car without getting a drop of water on ourselves.

They were perfectly dry but now they're soaked. I've got my phone in my hand too but it's in the life proof case so it's fine.

"Oh I'm sorry, did we get you all wet?" I ask innocently.

"Yes you guys did." Johanna says angrily.

"You know…you guys were laughing so…eh, you kind of deserved it."

She charges me but I just drop my umbrella on the ground and get in my truck and lock the door. She starts banging insistently, so I crawl over the seat, not caring I'm in a skirt as I get in the driver's side, readjust everything and cover in in a puddle by pressing the gas and the break at the same time.

I unlock the doors, and just as she's about to get in the truck, I slam down on the gas and speed to the cover side of the parking lot.

Then she grins and turns around and walks away for a second and then she comes flying around her corner in her truck.

She charges me and I turn on the radio and slam down on the gas.

She chases me, but my truck is much faster.

I'm forced to stop though, because some kids come outside and start to play in the rain.

And then Johanna drives over and runs right into the back of my car. It couldn't have made damage because it only bumped it. Just like in the movie Bridesmaids.

And I'm ready to kick her ass. I slam down on the gas and park where I was parked before the fight and get out of the car, not caring about the pouring rain. I slam my car door and walk to the back. Johanna pulls up next to me.

There's a red fucking scratch on the back of my silver truck and a dent.

"Oops." She clearly doesn't care.

I turn around and get my keys from the car, lock it and storm upstairs to my apartment.

"I'm sorry Brainless!" Johanna shouts after me. They go to check out the back of my car and I hear them shouting at Johanna when they see it. I leave the front door open as I go to my first drawer and get that pen I got when I go the car that covers scratches with the color of your truck, and that thing called 'pop a dent'.

It's shaped kind of like the old phones with the cords attached. It has two circles on each end and in the middle there is this thing you put a huge suction cup in and you put it on the end and it suctions to your car. You pull it and the dent pops back out. I get a rag and a umbrella and lock the door behind me and keep the rag and everything dry. I push everyone out of the way of the back of my car.

"I really am sorry Brainless, I'll pay to fix it, I swear." It's clear she feels bad.

I put the umbrella on the back of the car and dry off the area she messed with. I stick the suction cup to the car.

"What are you doing?" Peeta asks.

I tug and it doesn't budge. Peeta grabs the handle and gives a strong tug and the dent pops back out. Then he tugs off the suction cup I pull the cap off with my teeth and draw over the red line and it disappears. I wait until it's blended in completely to remove the umbrella. "Shit." Johanna stares at the back of my car.

"Don't hit my car again." then I take the suction cup from Peeta's hand and put it in the back

"Can we leave now?" Mom asks.

"Nobody is getting in my truck all wet and nasty."

"Let's go inside." Mrs. Mellark suggests.

We go inside, and everyone has to wrap their bodies in towels while I put all their clothes and shoes in the dryer. "Alright, let me see your phone sweetheart." Haymitch says. I grab it off the table, put in the password and toss it to him.

He does something and hands it back. It's on the GPS.

I'm actually the only person with clothes on, everyone else is in towels and it's very uncomfortable.

Thankfully, the dryer beeps and I give everyone their clothes.

Everyone takes turns getting dressed.

Johanna sighs and stands up.

Then she drops her towel in front of everybody and gets dressed.

I look anywhere but her.

When everyone is dressed, I get my umbrella, and after a long, annoying argument, we agree with I will take Peeta, Justice, Kegan and Reed in my truck and everyone will go somewhere else. I take the four boys into my truck one by one. They're going to take turns in the front seat. I've got a Bluetooth so my truck will occasionally beep with a message.

"Alright…let's be honest here…" I start. "I can't drive slow. It's impossible. If I'm following someone I'm going to get pissed off. Since I've got directions now, I'm leaving." I say.

"You know Mom is going to yell at you, right?" Reed asks.

"I don't give a fuck." I snap.

To be honest, my outfit today makes me look like I'm ready to cause trouble. I've got on a red skintight t-shirt and a leather jacket I left open. I have a pushup bra and my boobs are popping out of my shirt. Oh, and I have on white skintight jeans with shreds and combat boots. I slam down on the gas and start to drive.

…s…

We stop for dinner at a Red Robin, and then I speed off again. Mom did scold me for leaving early but I didn't care.

We're up in Orlando and its dark out.

I hear sirens behind me, and I look in my rearview mirror. "Fuck." I pull over and turn on the interior light, rolling my window down all the way, and all the other windows, and then I put the car in park and shut it off. I place my hands on the steering wheel in plain sight. "I've never been pulled over before." Reed says.

"Ditto," We all say.

"Mom and Dad are going to kill me." I sigh.

"Everyone is going to kill you." Reed says. The officer walks up to the window.

I say nothing because I know better. "License and registration please." He says.

I know to keep my hands slow. I slowly reach for my wallet and get my license, and then reach across Peeta's lap and get the registration from the glove compartment. I hand them to him and rest my hands back on the steering wheel.

He talks in his radio for my vehicle's status.

My gut tightens when I see everyone from the family past.

Shit, this is not good at all.

The officer sighs and puts his radio away. "Do you know how fast you were going?" he questions.

"Yes sir." I answer calmly. I'm gonna call him sir so I don't sound rude.

"Do you have any reason to be in a hurry?" he asks.

"No sir." I answer.

He silently writes me a ticket. "Watch your speed." He hands it to me and goes back to his car.

"How much?" Peeta demands when I start driving again, the windows rolled up.

"One fifty. Not too bad." I shrug.

"Mom is calling." Reed says.

"Don't answer it." I reply.

When we hit the country a half hour later, I pull over, get out and get my laptop from the bed of my truck.

I get back in and pay the bill and head off again.