Hey everyone! I don't know if I'm going to finish Ocena Eyes, and I know I've left you all at a terrible ending and I'm so sorry about that! And the fact that I don't upload at all! I don't even have an excuse it was the summer holidays and I could've uploaded any time but I felt kinda disheartened if y'know what I mean. I went through another one of my phases crying myself to sleep and thinking about how I should just forget writing. But I didn't! And the only reason I wrote all of this is because no one knows I have the account! And I changed my real life name for this soooo,
If you read all this, all I have to say is, thank you for listening to my issues, and your most likely rolling your eyes at the moment!
Disclaimer:
I own nothing. Don't sue me please Suzan Collins I love you!
Rated M for later chapters and cussing.
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''PEEETA!!!'' I hear Rye yell.
''Whaaaat?'' I groan. If I didn't love my bro , he would've been dead by now for disturbing my nap.
''People are moving in next door!'' he shouts .
''Okay, and?'' I reply
''You gotta go give them this basket of goodies dad made.''
''Like now, Peeta.''
''Fine! I'm coming!'' I dress in jeans and a tshirt, then go downstairs where I am met by my mother.
''Now Peeta dear, couldn't you have done something with that hair of yours?'' She claims, fussing over my head.
''It's fine mother.'' I sigh ''what do I have to give them again?''
''Take this. And work that 'golden tongue' of yours your teachers from secondary were so set to boast about.'' My mother claims brushing my t-shirt down.
''Yuh huh okay.'' I slip on a pair of trainers and go to the house next door. I knock, not knowing if the doorbell works or not. 'Coming' I hear in what seems to be an American accent. I guess there not British then. I think to myself. As I open the door, there stand the most breathtaking women I have ever seen.
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Katniss POV
As I open the door, I am met by a pair of warm blue crystal eyes, and a smile so bright it must've lit up the whole of England it self. England. It is kinda weird to think about. When dad had to move because of work, we all had to move with him. From San Francisco to Brighton.
The boy at the door was welcoming me, but all I could concentrate on was on those broad shoulders and thick biceps stretching across his tshirt. Not to mention that jaw. Oh that jaw...
No. Katniss Everdeen does not date. Katniss Everdeen does homework, yoga, reading and late night movies with her friend finnick. Who she only thought of as a brother anyways.
''Um, thank you.'' I stutter when he finishes his welcome speech.
''Also, my dad made me get up from my bed to bring you this'' he smiles, making me chuckle and handing me a basket of what seemed to be assorted pastries. For all I could know I could've been drooling.
''Oh, you didn't have to''I mumble awkwardly.
''Your not from here are you?'' He asks, jumping right into the questions curiously. In that accent. Oh the accent.
''Uh no I'm from San Francisco. '' I say.
''Oh okay.'' He replys. A beat. ''If you ever want a tour around Brighton, I'm your guy.'' He says smiling so bright it's a wonder if didn't drop right off.
''I'll keep that in mind.'' I grin.
''See you later...'' he silences at the end
''Katniss'' I say.
''Katniss'' he says, testing it out. And I can feel myself becoming wet as the way my name rolls of his tongue with that accent sounds like. How would he sound panting, groaning my name out loud...
''My names Peeta'' he says. ''Like the bread. My family owns a bakery. Don't ask'' he says, rolling his eyes.
''Oh Okay, nice to meet you Peeta. See you around, I guess'' I blush, shaking the images and sounds out of my dirty head.
''See you neighbour.'' And with that and a grin he walks away, and that's when I knew: I'm a goner.