Chapter 11 guys!

I heard that Nelson Mandela died yesterday and he passed away peacefully. He was a great, brave man that did great things.

R.I.P Mr. Mandela.

Chapter 11 (Katniss POV)

He stood there stock still. I was starting to regret telling him. I just wanted us to enjoy the time we had left however short it may be.

"Peeta." I said cautiously, and he gave no reply. "Peeta please, I'll go if you want but I just want you to remember that I love you."

I started to walk away, feeling defeated but he quickly grabbed my wrist with tears brimming in his eyes. "I would never want you to leave." He said, "I love you and I always will."

I looked up at him shyly. "Always?"

"Always."

He pulled me into a bone crushing hug. "We'll just have to do every memorable thing imaginable. I want to make sure you never forget this place."

I sighed into his chest, trying not to let any tears fall. "I love you."

"I love you too."

I suddenly laughed and he broke away from the hug looking at me funny. "I thought we were having a serious moment."

"I think I want to tell you the second thing I did."

He looked at me, confused, but then his eyes widened and he suddenly looked eager. I stared at him for a long time trying to judge how he would react to it.

"Well are you going to tell me or not."

"It's really embarrassing and you might judge me for it."

Peeta held my face in his soft hands and made me look into his deep blue eyes. "I don't know how many times I'm gonna have to tell you but I will never judge you for anything that you've done in your past, okay?"

I nodded. "The details are fuzzy but one night I was driving around with some of my friends and we were all drunk and the oldest guy knew this other guy who owned a tattoo/piercing place and we all decided to go there. I was shitfaced and I got a nose piercing and a tramp stamp. My mom woke me up a few days later and my shirt had ridden up without me noticing. She saw it, freaked out, and grounded me for a month."

Not many people knew about it. Only my mom and Madge, and Madge only found out because she barged into my room one day when I was changing and saw it.

Peeta stared at me with wide eyes. "You have a tramp stamp."

I nodded shyly. "Holy crap my girlfriend has a tramp stamp. Is it okay if I see it?"

I rolled my eyes and nodded then I lifted my shirt a few inches and turned around so he could see it. It was a dandelion, even when I was flat out drunk I still thought of my dad.

"Why a dandelion though?"

"It was my dad's favourite. He always said that people usually overlook it but it's a plant that brings hope."

Peeta nodded and we sat in silence until Rye suddenly pounded on the door and yelled. "Get your clothes back on! Mom and Dad want you downstairs."

I don't think I had ever seen Peeta's face get any redder. I gave him a slight grin and walked out the door.

As we left, Rye gave me a wink and Peeta roughly elbowed him in the gut. I couldn't help but smile at how Rye brought out a different side of Peeta. One that he only showed if he was with him or Finnick. I knew Peeta wasn't actually mad at Rye, no matter how many jokes about us he made but I couldn't help but feel jealous of Peeta that he not only had a big brother that he could crack jokes with but also a little sister that looked up to him.

Peeta saw my expression and gave me a worried look. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I was just spacing out."

Mr. and Mrs. Mellark were sitting on the couch, having a silent conversation which seemed to involve a lot of eye movement. Peeta cleared his throat and they both jumped.

"Peeta," Mrs. Mellark said sternly, "You can't go around startling people like that."

At that moment she sounded an awful lot like Effie and I had the urge to laugh but I kept my mouth shut. They both got up and gave me a hug.

"We just wanted to thank you for coming to dinner." Mr. Mellark said.

"Thank you for having me."

This was honestly the most polite I had been in ages. Other than Gale, I had never been invited to a dinner and even when I went to dinner with Gale I would never thank Hazelle for the food; I usually just said bye then walk out.

Mom would be so proud

"Would you like to go for a walk?" Peeta asked, snapping me from my thoughts.

I gave him a warm smile then turned to his parents and said, "Thank you again for dinner." Then we made our way out the door.

"Have I mentioned that you look stunning?" Peeta asked as we walked down the street.

"Once or twice." We walked in a comfortable silence for a bit and I finally said, "You know we've been together for over a month and I don't know the simplest things about you."

He glanced at me curiously. "Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Well for starters, I don't know your favourite colour."

He gave a slight chuckle. "Orange."

My mind immediately went to one of Effie's shocking orange dress with what I believed where feathers on it. "More like a sunset orange," he continued, "it's not just one colour, it's like different shades of pinks, yellows, and oranges. It just looks perfect. But not as perfect as you." He added smiling. "How about you?"

"Green." I said simply, "a forest green. It's not as artistic as yours but it just brings me back home."

"I think that's the perfect colour for you." We stopped at the park and sat on the swing set. "Well if we are playing twenty questions, what do you want to do when you're done school?"

I gave a large sigh. I didn't like telling most people what I wanted to do because it is most likely just a dream. My family isn't the wealthiest and my mom wouldn't be that eager to pay for her disappointment of a daughter's college tuition.

Peeta realised that he was treading dangerous ground and quickly tried to backtrack. "It's okay if you don't know; I mean not everyone knows what they want to do yet."

"I want to be an um, a journalist. I know you wouldn't think that I would do that but I started writing a few summers ago and I absolutely loved it. You're the first person I've told because I know my mom will not support my decision. She's always wanted me to be a doctor or lawyer and If I told anyone from back home she would somehow find out."

"Hey," Peeta said, cutting me off, "I think that you wanting to be a journalist is awesome and forget about your mom. I think that we've established that she's a first class bitch."

I looked at him, wide eyed. He just called my mom a bitch. Slowly I began to smile then I started laughing and Peeta started looking at me like I had grown two heads.

"So what do you want to be?" I asked still laughing.

It was Peeta's turn to become sheepish. "Well it's been pretty much decided that I'm taking over the bakery and I would do it but I just don't want to stay in this town for the rest of my life. I've been thinking of asking my parents if I could open another bakery that I would run. It'll be great for business and also it would give me a sense of freedom, you know what I mean?"

I looked up at him in admiration. He really had everything he wanted to do planned out, down to the last detail. "You have everything planned out don't you?"

He grinned at me sheepishly. "Well I don't have everything planned out. I still don't' know where I want to go after I graduate."

"I want to go to New York" I blurt out, "Sorry."

"No, no, keep talking about New York. I want to hear more."

I sighed, after only a month with Peeta, I was telling him things that I hadn't told my best friend since I was a kid. Gale always knew not to talk about my future, no matter how much I hated it, it was probably going to be in Montana with me working as a cashier lady at Walmart.

"Peeta, I don't want to talk about this like it's going to be my future. I'm not from the most well off family and my mom isn't going to pay for my college funds. I've accepted the fact that I'm not going to get my dream job or live in my dream place."

Peeta looked at me with sadness in his eyes. I didn't say it but I also knew that I wouldn't be with my dream guy. This wasn't a movie or some fairy tale, Peeta wasn't going to come and rescue me from home all while defeating the Evil Witch. I was going to stay home forever and marry the loser down the street that wasn't Peeta.

As if he knew what I was thinking, he pulled me into a hug and stroked me loose hair. "Let's just enjoy know, okay? Let's forget about the future and live in today."

I pulled away from him. "You sound like a motivational speaker."

"That actually isn't the first time someone has said that to me."

We got up and started walking towards my house. Soon I was able to see the faint silhouette of Haymitch's car on our driveway. As we walked to my front porch Peeta spoke suddenly. "We should have a double date," He said, "With Finnick and Annie."

"A double date?"

"Yeah it'll be fun and we only have to weeks to do every memorable thing possible. A double date with Finnick? That would be the most entertaining thing."

I sighed and nodded then gave him a searing kiss. "I'll miss you." I said quietly.

"You'll see me tomorrow."

"I know. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

I opened the door and was greeted with a very excited Effie wanting to know everything that happened.

"So, how was it?" She asked.

"It was great and don't worry, I was very polite." I said while making my way up the stairs.

Sorry it's a little short. It's mostly just a filler chapter.

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