A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for the long wait. Life caught up with me, school was very busy. Besides that I had a Teen Wolf obsession LMAO. Have you guys seen Teen Wolf? I loved it! Stiles is my favorite character :) Anyways, I hope the length of the chapter makes up for it a bit. It's in Katniss' POV.

Enjoy! :)

P.S. mistakes are mine.

Chapter 6

A date. I'm going on a date. With Peeta Mellark. I still can't believe it. Of course, I looked at him in high school. He has always been handsome and muscular, working at the bakery and being the wrestling captain, but I never thought he would look at me. I'm not special or anything. There were always girls swooning over him, that were way prettier than me. But now I'm going on a date with him.

I've never really been excited for dates. But now I can't wait. But then again, everything is different with Peeta. He's so sweet, kind and genuine and basically everything. And then I haven't said anything about his looks yet, because he is incredibly hot. With his blond waves and those ocean blue eyes that I can't get out of my head.

I snap out of my thoughts when I hear a knock on my door and Johanna's head pops in.

"Hey Brainless, can I come in?"

"Yeah, come on in."

She opens the door of my room, in sweats and a sweater. Just like me. She walks to my bed and sits down next to me, "So, why haven't you told me about Peeta earlier?"

I look at her and I see now that she's eating Ben & Jerry's, "Hey, I want some too!"

She rolls her eyes and says, "Yeah, yeah, I know Brainless. I brought a spoon for you." She hands me the spoon, I take it and dig in the ice cream. I close my eyes at the taste of my favorite flavor, cookie dough.

"So…spill the tea." Pushes Johanna.

"There's not much to tell. I've already told you everything today." I say. It's not entirely a lie. But I don't know if I'm going to tell Jo how attracted I am to him but can't believe he's interested in me.

She scoffs and nudges me with her shoulder, "Come on, there's gotta be something that you haven't told yet."

I sigh and reluctantly say, "Okay well, I've always been attracted to him and I just can't believe he's interested in me. Happy now?"

We lock eyes and there is a serious and stern look in hers, "Why wouldn't he be interested in you Kat? You are a beautiful and amazing woman. Anyone with a right mind would be interested in you."

My face flushes a light pink and I look at the wall, "No, I'm not." I mutter.

She grabs my shoulders and forces me to look at her again, "Yes. You are. And if anyone says you're not then I'll beat them up."

The fierce look in her eyes tells me that she means it. "Thank you, Jo. What would I do without you?" I say with a playful tone in my voice.

She smirks at me and says, "I really don't know. Has he texted yet?"

I can't help the smile that tugs on my lips. "Yes, we texted. He…he asked me on a date." I say ducking my head and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

Jo's eyes widen and she practically shrieks, which Jo never does, "He asked you on a what!?"

I laugh at her shocked expression, "On a date. Breakfast, tomorrow morning."

"Yes! Finally, you're going on a date with a guy who isn't a total douchebag." She says grinning.

"Hey! They weren't all douchebags." I say. I know my choice of men has failed me over the years but not all of them were bad…I think.

Jo looks at me and snorts, "Oh come on? That guy, what was his name? Gold, right? Or that guy Marvel. I mean you could have known by their names. Who names their child fucking Marvel? Was his second name Tony or something?"

I try not to laugh at how outspoken she is. Most of the times it's freaking annoying but now it's just funny. I know she's right though. I can't deny anymore that my choices were really bad. "His name was Gloss and Marvel's second name was Steve not Tony." I admit, making a face

"That's even worse. Don't tell me that his last name is Rogers." Cackles Jo.

I break out in laughter at that. After a few second Jo joins me. We laugh for five minutes straight and when we calm down a little, we wipe the tears from our faces, "Rogers is not his last name." I say breathlessly.

We struggle to catch our breath but once I've got it again, I sigh and add, "But yeah, you're right. I've dated douchebags."

Johanna looks up at me with disbelieving smirk and says, "Did you just say that I'm right? Who are you and what did you do with Katniss Everdeen?"

I roll my eyes at her and scowl, "Shut up Jo. There is something more important…I have absolutely no idea what to wear tomorrow." And I mean it. I have no idea. My clothes are modest, but I want to look special tomorrow. Normally I wouldn't let Jo help me but this time it's more important. Again, I think about how Peeta makes everything different. But definitely in a good way.

She says nothing when she stands up, walks to my closet and throws the doors open. "Alright Brainless. Let me see, what I can work with. She scans my clothes, looks over her shoulder at me and says, "Breakfast, right?" I nod and she turns back around. "Okay, so it doesn't have to be super extra, safe that for drinks. You're gonna go for cute but casual. It's not super cold anymore, which is good."

She pulls my light blue mom jeans out of my closet. "What about this one?" She throws it at me, and I catch it. "Yes, I like this one. With which top?"

"Ehm…Here. This will look good with it." She says whilst throwing my pastel blue one shoulder top at me. It's about the only 'special' top I own. The rest of my tops are all T-shirts. "And then with your denim jacket and your light gray Vans." She adds.

I look at the clothes she picked out for me and know that it's perfect. Cute but casual. God, I sound like a teenager. I could never really act like a teenager when I was one, though, so I guess now is the time. I've never cared about my clothes but now I just can't help it. "Yes, it's perfect. Thanks Jo." I say gratefully.

"Yeah well, you know what they say. I'm amazing." She says with a cocky grin on her face.

I roll my eyes at that and say, "Don't go cocky on me Jo. You're still a pain in the ass for most of the time."

"Don't need to go all sentimental with me, Brainless. 'Thanks Jo, you're the best and please go shopping with me sometime because I don't own anything sexy.'" She says that last while imitating my voice in a stupid way. "That would have been enough."

"Just shut up Jo." I say, scowling. There's no way I'm going to say that to her. I know it's true, the I don't own anything sexy part. But I'm not going to admit that she is right. One time admitting that in one evening is enough. Maybe I'll do it when I actually have someone to dress sexy for. I hope that's soon though.

"Okay, okay. But we're definitely going to Victoria's Secret. Then we'll ask Annie and Madge with us too. We'll make it a 'girls' trip." She says, accentuating the word girls. Johanna is just like me, not girly. But in this case, it apparently doesn't matter.

I feel my face flush immediately when she says Victoria's Secret. At what she implies with it. My first date with Peeta is only tomorrow and I don't even know if we'll ever come to that. Ugh who am I kidding? I want to go there with Peeta, not only because he's incredibly hot and genuinely kind but also because he gives me this feeling of safety. I've never really had that with a guy before. But I feel insecure and a little scared too. About my body. I'm not the prettiest I know that, and I don't have big curves. But that's not the only thing I'm insecure about. The scars on my stomach and back are my biggest insecurities and the physical reminder of the car accident that killed my father when I was 11 years old. And Jo is right about another thing, I don't own any lingerie, and to my annoyance, she knows it. She also knows about my scars. But Jo being Jo still pushes that I have to own at least one pair of lingerie.

I heave a exasperate sigh and say, "But you have enough lingerie Jo." I know that because I once heard Thom say to her how much he loves it when she has it on. I grimace as the memory from that loud and eventful night, at least for her and Thom, comes back to me.

She laughs at my reddened face, "You never have enough, Brainless. Don't worry it's going to be fun." She grins devilishly at me.

I groan and give in, "Alright. Fineee. But we're asking Annie and Madge."

"I'll take care of it. But now you have to sleep, tomorrow is a big, big, big day!" She walks out of my room to her own down the hall, I laugh at her imitation of Effie Trinket, my aunt and my uncle Haymitch's extravagant wife. I still don't know how they found each other. But he's happy so who am I to say something about it.

"Good night Jo." I call after her.

"Night." She calls back

That night when I lay in my bed my thoughts are all happy. And my nightmares stay away. So, when my alarm goes off at 08:00 a.m. I'm well rested. I stand up quickly and make my way to the shower. While washing my hair, I think about the date. I'm a little nervous although I know I can talk easily with Peeta. It's just easy to have a conversation with him. Which really is an improvement, compared to other guys I've dated.

Once out of the shower, I dry off and put the clothes on, Johanna chose for me the night before. The top is a little cropped, but my jeans is high waisted, so my stomach isn't too exposed. It falls right over the scars, so you can't see them. I look in the mirror and notice how good I look. I smile at my reflection. Smiling at my own reflection? What is happening with me? I'm turning all giddy and giggly all of a sudden. But I find that I don't really care. It feels good to feel like this, just happy and nothing else weighing down on me.

I braid my hair in my usual braid, curl my whimpers -I'm still scared that I'll squeeze my eye out with the torturous looking thing- and add some mascara. Giving one final, approving look in the mirror, I grab my lip gloss and walk to the kitchen to grab some water. Jo is probably still sleeping. I fill my glass and sip on it, checking my phone. I note that it is 09:50 and that Peeta will be here in ten minutes. I shove my phone in my back pocket and quickly drink my water, remembering I still have to brush my teeth. I practically run toward the bathroom. I quickly grab my toothbrush, put some toothpaste on it and start with brushing my teeth, when I feel my phone vibrate.

I groan in frustration. Who is calling me know? On a Sunday morning when I'm about to go on a date. I grab my phone from my back pocket and look at the screen to see who's calling. It's Madge. I haven't had the change to tell her about Peeta yet. That probably why she's calling. I click on answer and bring it to my ear.

I quickly pull it back when I hear Madge shriek through the phone. "Why do I get a text from Jo, that we have to go to Victoria secret?!"

"Because I don't have any lingerie and Jo thinks I need it." I say around a mouthful toothpaste.

"Yes, but Jo thinks a lot of things. You never listen to her. So, what are you not telling me?" she asks suspiciously.

I spit out my toothpaste and answer, "Because she wants me to be prepared for Peeta, and I actually agree. But I don't have a lot of time right now. Peeta is picking me up any minute now."

"Wait, Peeta?! Peeta Mellark?! From high school? You have to tell me everything. You have to work this afternoon, right?"

I nod but then I remember she can't see me. So, I quickly say, "Yes."

"Alright. Come earlier and then you can tell me everything." Says Madge.

"Okay, I'll be there. But I really need to go now."

"See you later, Kat."

"Byee."

I hang up and put my phone back in my pocket. I rinse my mouth quickly and look one more time in the mirror. I'm walking back to the living room when there's a knock on the door. He's here. Oh my god, I'm really doing this. Okay, I can do this, I can do this. I want this. I take a few deep breaths and walk to the door. I swing it open and I'm greeted with Peeta's impossible blue eyes and radiant smile.

"Hi." He says.

"Hi." I echo, smiling.

"You look beautiful." He says, his eyes scanning me up and down. Then he blushes a little and gives me a shy smile. God, he's cute.

"You too." I say back. And I mean it. He's wearing blue worn denim jeans with a gray sweater and an olive-green bomber jack. His curly hair is as messy as always. I like it. I wonder what it would feel like if I comb my fingers through it.

I'm snapped out of my thought by Peeta's voice, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, I am. I just have to grab my bag. You can wait here." I answer, gesturing to where I stand and turn around and hastily walk to the kitchen counter where my bag lays. I grab it and walk back to Peeta, who is waiting for me by the door.

We step out in the hallway together, I turn around and lock the door behind me. When I turn back, I see Peeta's smiling face. His smile and kind eyes immediately put me at ease, and I release a breath, I didn't even realize I was holding.

"Where to?" I ask him.

"We are going to the best pancakes restaurant you'll ever know." Answers Peeta. And we set of walking to the stairs of my building. It sounds like music to my ears; I love pancakes but when I make them, they always burn.

"I love pancakes!" I exclaim, excitedly. Peeta beams at me, "Good." We keep walking until we're outside my building. He looks left and then right, it looks like he is contemplating something. So, I ask, "What is it?" He looks at me and answers, "Oh, I was just thinking which route we could take best." He thinks another few seconds and says, "Let's go right. That way we can walk through the park." I smile and nod my head at him. We start walking again.

"Do you know this neighborhood well?" I ask him, because he couldn't know about the park if this was his first or second time here. He nods, "Yes, I do. I actually lived here before I moved into the apartment above the bakery. I used to go for a run through the park."

"Really?" I ask in disbelieve. I can't believe we lived in the same neighborhood and ran through the same park but never came across one and other. "Yes, really. Weird right? We never ran into each other."

"Yeah, pretty weird. Especially since I run through the park too. I like to run, it clears my head." I say.

"Me too. But I haven't really done it in a while. I'm so busy with the bakery and everything."

Suddenly I have an idea, my heart starts beating faster. I swallow my sudden nerves and blurt out, "Would you like a running partner?"

"Wh-what?" Stammers Peeta.

His look of confusion would be funny if I didn't feel turned down, "A running partner. You and me, running together."

His face breaks out in a grin. "I would love to have a running partner." He says. A sudden rush of shyness washes over me and dug my head, a small smile tugging at my lips. "But I don't know…" I snap my head back at him in confusion, "…if you can keep up with me." He teases. I scowl at him, but I can't hold it very long and my face breaks out into a grin. "I don't think I should be worried about that , I think you should be worried." I tease back. We both laugh and he playfully bumps my shoulder with his.

We continue walking in a comfortable silence and when we arrive at the park, I sigh contently. The big trees surrounding us. I can hear the birds singing and the sounds of the city disappear. I catch Peeta looking at me and say, "What?"

"Nothing…" He shrugs. "…it's just that you look so at ease here."

"I am. I love the park. Every time I want to go to the woods but can't, I come here. It's nice and quiet. Sometimes I almost forget that I'm actually still in the city." I smile.

He gives me an easy smile in response, and we continue walking on the path that disappears into the trees. While walking I think about what a bad hunter Peeta will be with his heavy threat, but I find that I don't really care. I like the sound of him walking, it reminds me he's here with me.

"So, how's life going?" Asks Peeta after a while. I think about this a few moments. A lot has happened, definitely not all good. The most of what happened was bad actually.

"Right into the deep stuff, huh?" I answer.

He chuckles and says, "Okay let's start with something else then. What's your favorite color?"

I chuckle too, "Green. Like the trees surrounding us. What's yours?"

"Muted orange. Like the sunset." Says Peeta. His face deep in thoughts, probably of the sunsets he has seen. We're silent again when suddenly something comes to mind. "Hey, do you still paint?" I ask him, remembering his beautiful paintings from art class.

He looks at me in surprise, "You remember I paint?"

"Yeah, I remember. Your paintings were beautiful. I remember the exhibition from art class in senior year, you had painted the most beautiful landscapes, I had ever seen. I was walking around the exhibition with Prim, I pointed them out to her and said, "You see those paintings? They're from Peeta, a boy in my class. He's the baker's son. He makes the cakes, you love to look at." I feel a stab of pain shoot through me at the memory of Prim. But I find that I can smile at it too.

"Wow. You really remember it…" He says with a surprised tone. I hear something else in his voice too, but I can't quite place it. Awe? Satisfaction maybe? "…And yes, I still paint. I love to paint, to clear my head or when I see something beautiful or something I don't want to forget."

"Just like the woods are for me." I state. He nods in agreement. "How come you never did something with it?" I ask curiously. "Well, I have an art degree. But the bakery is my real passion. I love to paint but I'm fine with it being a hobby." He confesses.

"Wow. An art degree? That's awesome." I respond.

"Yeah, I couldn't see myself study anything different. So, I chose art. Now, I'm thinking about expanding the bakery when it's officially mine. With breakfast and lunch. So, the people can just sit and eat in. Instead of only take out." Says Peeta. He talks with so much passion about the bakery, you can really see and hear how much he loves it.

"That's pretty cool, you know that?" I say in amazement. A proud look crosses his face and he gives me a genuine, happy smile. "And the best part is that I don't have to do the finance. Which is good, because I hate everything that has to do with math."

"Oh, how so? I ask, laughing at his last statement.

"Rye has a business degree or something like that and he agreed that he would do it. In that way he stays in the family business too."

"You were right when you said the other day, that a lot has happened. I never expected Rye to go to college and actually graduate." I say biting back a laugh. Peeta's middle brother, Rye, was really popular in high school, always joking and never paying any attention to the teachers.

Peeta laughs, "Me neither. But he did it somehow."

"What's Bannock doing?" I ask. The oldest of the three Mellark boys, was always serious, and always paying attention to the teachers. The complete opposite of Rye.

"Oh, he has an engineering job. I don't really know what he does exactly. We only really talk when it's Christmas or thanksgiving or something." He says, sadness crossing his face. But it's just as fast gone as it came.

"So, now that we're talking about family, how's Prim?" Asks Peeta, almost carefully. I can tell he knows that there is something. The question stings. But I knew this was coming. I mean he knows Prim too, and he knows how close we were.

The pain must be readable on my face because he gently grabs my wrist and halts me. "Hey, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. But just know that you can always talk to me. If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here. Okay?" His eyes full of tenderness and kindness.

A wave of relieve washes over me, that he doesn't push me to tell everything. But I know I have to tell something. If not for him, for myself. I have to get it off my chest. I lock my eyes on those enchanting blues from him. I take a deep breath and the words just come pouring out of me, "Prim and I, w-we don't really talk anymore. We got into a huge fight after my mom took her own life. She is the only one I've left. And…and now we don't even have contact. The only thing I know is that she is in school to become a doctor. She's my sister and I haven't talked to her in two years. Two years, Peeta. I miss her so much it hurts. S-sometimes, when it all hits me again, I forget how to breathe. A-and I don't know if she'll ever forgive me." I stutter, trying not to cry, but my bottom lip trembles and I feel tears on my face. I furiously wipe them away with my right hand, not wanting to cry. Peeta's still holding my left wrist, he slides his hand in mine and intertwines our fingers together.

"Katniss…" He begins. But I can see that he doesn't really know what to say to me. I don't even know myself. But then he squeezes my hand and gently pulls me to him. He wraps me in his arms, and I wrap mine around his neck, burying my face in his chest and inhaling his scent. It's a mix of cinnamon and dill. I'm not used to being touch other than my girlfriends. But Peeta's arms make me feel save, and warm. I snuggle closer into is chest. Then I feel his breath in my hair, by my ear. And he whispers, "It's going to be okay, Katniss. Even when it's hard, even when you feel like you can't do it anymore. You're going to get through this. You're not alone. You still have people that care about you okay? You have me and so many more. I'll be there whenever you need me."

I can't express how grateful I am for Peeta in that moment. And then to think we only came across one another a few days ago. But here we are. In each other's arms. Peeta comforting me in my vulnerable state. Even though I try so hard not to be vulnerable, always wearing a guard. But he let me lower it, in such a short amount of time. I should be scared. But in this moment, I'm not.

I nod my head and whisper, "Thank you." He hugs me tighter and we just stand there for another few minutes. Inhaling each other's scents. I'm grateful for the trees that are still surrounding us, guarding us from the world. We break apart but I don't let go of his hand. "I'll tell you what, we go to the bakery, grab some cheese buns and eat them in my apartment upstairs. Finn is home but we won't be bothered by him. Sound good?"

"Sounds good." I agree, squeezing his hand, to let him know that I mean it. And I do. It sounds lovely and peaceful to just eat some cheese buns together. Something catches my eye behind him and when I look past him to the tree line, I see what it is. It's a dandelion, announcing the spring after a long and cold winter. I stare at it. Hope. That's the only thing I can think of when I see it. Hope that it will be okay, just like Peeta said to me a few minutes ago. Peeta sees me staring and asks, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay" I say softly. He gently tugs on my hand and we begin to walk again. The walk to the bakery is silent but comfortable. His big and strong hand enveloping mine. When we arrive and walk in, I look around. There are a few shelves with plants on the brick walls but there is still a lot of space left. Which is why I ask, "Peeta, can't you hang some of your paintings on the wall?"

Peeta, who was greeting the girl behind the counter, looks back at me and smiles softly, "That's actually a really nice idea. I might do that."

I smile back and then I look at who is behind the counter, I recognize the girl or woman actually immediately. "Delly!" I exclaim, a little bit surprised. Delly Cartwright was in high school with us too, but she was part of the same friend group as Peeta so, I didn't talk with her much. Despite that we weren't friends, she was very nice to me. She was nice to everyone actually.

"Hi Katniss!" She almost squeals, the blonde curls that got out of her low ponytail bouncing around her face. Her blue eyes bright. She's wearing a Mellark bakery shirt and an apron.

"We're only grabbing some cheese buns and then we'll be upstairs, Dell." Says Peeta, stepping behind the counter. "Okay. It's not that busy, so I'll be alright here." Says Delly happily.

"Would you like some hot chocolate, Katniss?" Asks Peeta. I smile at the thought of it, I love hot chocolate. The sweet and warm feeling I get from it. "I would love to." I respond.

He nods, grabs a couple of cheese buns swiftly, with practiced baker hands, puts them on a plate and then he makes the hot chocolate. He hands the plate to me and I take it. He takes the steaming cups and he beckons me with is head. "Bye, Delly." I say before I walk past the counter and walk after Peeta. He leads me to a door on the backside of the bakery. "Can you open it?" Peeta asks me. I nod. I open the door and see a spiral staircase. "Lady's first." Says Peeta.

"I didn't know that Delly works at the bakery." I say, while walking up the stairs. "She works here for quite a while actually. To be more precise, she's Rye's girlfriend." Peeta says. When I'm at the top step, I'm standing in a small hallway and see a wooden door. "Huh, I didn't expect that." I say surprised. I wait until Peeta's there, he hands me one of the cups and grabs the key out of his back pocket, before he says, "They're pretty cute together, if I say so myself." He's grinning now. "Yeah, I can see how they'd fit." I say, in agreement. He opens the door and beckons me through it. As I walk through it, I see that Finnick is indeed home. But he's not alone. A familiar auburn-haired woman is with him. On the couch. Kissing. They look up, though, at the sound of us coming in and I have to stifle a laugh at the look on their faces. I hear Peeta almost drop the cup he's still holding.

"Katniss!" Exclaims Annie, a slight blush on her cheeks and surprise evident in her voice. "Hi, Annieee." I drag out the last syllable teasingly.

"Shit, sorry Finn. I didn't know Annie would be here." Apologizes Peeta. Coming to stand beside me.

"Doesn't matter Peet. I didn't expect you guys here, though. Thought you were going to eat pancakes." Says Finnick. "Hey Katniss." He adds.

"Yeah, uh…change of plans." He replies. I'm grateful that he doesn't say anything about my mini breakdown from earlier. Finnick doesn't read anything in it, but Annie eyes me suspiciously. I give a tiny shake of my head to say that I'll tell her later. I see understanding dawning in her eyes and she gives me a soft smile.

Peeta breaks the silence, "Do you guys want some cheese buns?"

"Yes, please." Finn says greedily. Annie swats his arm playfully and we all laugh. Peeta leads me to the dinner table. I set the plate with cheese buns and my cup of hot chocolate down and pull out one of the chairs. Annie and Finn follow our lead. Peeta takes my jacket from me and goes to hang it and his own on the coat rack by the door. When he's back, he sits down next to me. And Annie and Finn sit down across from us. I grab my hot chocolate and cup my hands around it, carefully bringing it to my mouth. Even though we didn't drink it immediately, it's still hot.

We dig into the cheese buns and talk easily with each other. I sip my hot chocolate eagerly, it's delicious. While we're talking and bantering, I notice the looks Annie and Finn give each other. Annie must notice the same by me and Peeta though, because she gives me a knowing smile. After we ate every last bit of the buns, it strikes me that we're all very good with each other. Two best friends with two best friends.

I turn to Peeta and say, "I have to get going. I need to work this afternoon and I promised Madge that I would come a little earlier." I don't want to go but duty calls and besides that I promised Madge.

"Okay. Let me walk you out." He responds. Annie who heard what I said to Peeta says, "I'll walk with you Katniss. I have to get going too." I nod in response.

Peeta walks with me to the door and hands me my jacket. I pull it on, and we step outside into the hallway. He grabs my hands and intertwines our fingers. "I had a great time today." I say to him. And I really mean it. It was a lovely date, despite my mini breakdown. "Me too." Peeta says, his gaze soft and sweet.

I step closer and put my arms around his neck. He hugs me back and buries his nose in my hair, inhaling it. "Thank you for the cheese buns and hot chocolate Peeta." I whisper.

"Of course." He whispers back.

"And thank you." And with that I refer to him comforting me. I'll always remember that.

"Anytime."

We break apart but before I let go off him completely, I stand on my tiptoes and softly kiss his cheek. I hear him sigh softly before I step back and look past him, where Finn gives Annie a goodbye kiss. I feel a smile on my lips. They're good for each other, I can feel it.

Annie and Finn walk toward us, Annie goes to stand beside me, and Finn stands beside Peeta. We turn towards the stairs but before we go, we look back, "Bye, guys." We say at the same time. "Bye, ladies." Peeta and Finn say, at the same time too. We all laugh. Then they wave and Annie goes off the stairs first, I follow. We say bye to Delly again and step out of the door.

"Well, that was completely unexpected." I chuckle.

Annie chuckles too, "Yes it was. I didn't expect to see you."

"That makes to of us."

We begin walking towards my apartment building and I explain what happened that morning. I let the dandelion part out though, that something for myself. When I'm done, Annie is silent for a couple minutes. When she speaks, her voice is full of emotion, "Kat, you're so lucky you found him. I know you guys aren't anything. Yet. But this could come straight out of a romance novel. And I see the way he looks at you, he cares about you Katniss."

I blush slightly, "Yeah, I know Annie. And I am lucky. Very, very lucky. I care about him too." I admit shyly.

"Good." She says, smiling.

We walk further and when we're at my building I hug her tightly. "I'm so happy for you Annie." I whisper in her ear.

"Thank you, Kat. I'm happy for you too, you deserve it." She whispers back. My last thought before she goes is how grateful I am for Annie. She has been such a good friend to me. Without her, I wouldn't be as far as I am now.

A/N: Chapter 6! They had their first date and we finally know what happened with Prim! Awful right? Are they going to be okay? Guess you have to stick with me to find out ;) Oh and don't worry, we're going to find out what happened with Annie and Finnick, too. I originally wanted the piece with Madge in it, but it got too long. So that's also going to come in the next one!

I hope you guys enjoyed it!