A/N: So here's chapter 2! (In Peeta's pov)

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I've worked in the bakery for as long as I can remember. My family has owned a long line of bakeries in district 12 for 74 years now. As soon as I was old enough, my father taught me how to bake. Simple things at first; a plain loaf of bread, plain sponge cakes, the sugar cookies we put in the window. We soon discovered my keen hand for frosting, which wasn't a surprise due to my artistic skills. I loved to sketch, it was my favourite pass time, baking being second of course.

My brothers helped out in the bakery too but none of them could frost as well as I. Mitch never had the technique quite as perfect, and Rye simply didn't have the patience for the hours it took for the intricate patterns to appear on the surface of the cake.

I think that was the only time I saw my mother smile at me, when I frosted. My mother despised me. She wasn't shy about the fact either. I don't know why she hated me, my father says it's because she wanted a girl after the two boys but along came me. She's called my countless names… worthless… a waste of space… good for nothing; except frosting of course.

As every morning, I woke up early; around 4:30 and took a quick shower. I dressed in comfy clothes and my 'Mellark Bakery' apron and went downstairs to start the baking for the day. I made three loaves of bread, two batches of sugar cookies and made the frosting for the big wedding cake I was working on before my brothers were even up.

They came running down the stairs noisily, pushing each other to get to the kitchen first, laughing as they raced.

"Morning Peeta!"

My oldest brother Mitch called to me. I got on well with Mitch, being the oldest I found him more mature than Rye…. Not by a lot though.

"Morning lil' bro, whatcha doing?"

Rye and I had never got on but he was such a suck up to Mitch he would follow his lead. He'd probably follow Mitch off a cliff. I internally rolled my eyes at the fake affection.

"Baking. Like you should have been an hour and a half ago"

"Oh calm down pita bread"

That's another annoying thing about Rye. The constant awful nicknames he came up for me. All original; he rarely used the same one twice. I'm surprised his tiny pathetic brain could think of any more.

I turned away from my brothers and carried on with my work, frosting delicate red flowers across the snowy white fondant of the cake as they bounded toward the table to have breakfast.

Once I had finished the cake about ten minutes later, I stood back to examine my work whilst wiping my hands on my apron. Once it had my approval, I put it to the side and began preparing another loaf of bread. I noticed we were running out of flour so I walked around the counter and out the front of the store, to the side of the bakery where we kept most of the ingredients in a large storage shed. I hauled two bags of flour onto my shoulders and walked hurriedly back to the house because even though I had been doing this for years, it still was a lot of weight. I was concentrating so hard on not dropping the sacks that I didn't notice the person until I had already crashed into them with an 'oof'. The flour bags dropped to the ground, luckily not splitting open and spilling the flour all over the ground. I gather my things and began to turn towards the person I had knocked over.

"I'm so sorry! That was completely my fault." I say to the person whilst still trying to pick up the second bag.

"No I was in a hurry, I wasn't…"

The familiar voice stopped talking so abruptly I looked up to find her staring at me. It was only then I realized who I had bumped into

"Katniss?"

"You… you know who I am?"

Oh god. What do I say? That I've been in love with her since we were five? That she is the only girl I've ever noticed? That she is constantly on my mind, so yes, Katniss, I know exactly who you are.

"Err, yeah. We went to school together, right?"

I stick with a much safer alternative.

"Oh yes, we did. It's Peeta, right?"

"Yeah. So I haven't seen you in a while, what are you doing here?"

I try to be polite and reserved but every inch of my body is wanting to reach forward, hole her in my arms and kiss her until my lips are sore and-

"I trade squirrels with your father, he says they're his favourite"

Her reply shifts me back to reality, and I realize I have not said anything in a few seconds. God I must look like such an idiot just standing here smiling at her. My brain finally registers what she said and my smile widens.

"Oh yeah! In the eye every time right?"

"Right."

I manage to coax the smallest of smiles out of her, which is a big achievement when talking to Katniss. I've only ever seen her properly laugh when with Prim or Gale. I always envied Gale, being her best friend he spent so much time with her. I wish she could trust me like that.

"Well I should umm…." She motions toward the bakery with her game bag.

"Oh of course, sorry!"

I open the door for her and follow her in after, letting the door swing shut behind me.

Before she reaches the counter I lean over and whisper in her ear

"Don't worry, my mother isn't awake yet"

I flash her a smile and see she is smiling back at me before she walks over to my father and they begin talking about squirrels. Even from our brief encounter, I feel as if I have butterflies in my stomach and am light as a feather. This girl, she has no idea the effect she can have.

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