A/N.

Well hey! I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter :) This one will give you all some long awaited Peeta time! Enjoy x

Chapter 6 - August

Peeta's Point Of View

"Hurry up with those loaves Peeta! I spend my life waiting for you, useless."

Peeta's mother muttered the last part under her breath, but he still heard her. He sighed, and increased the pace at which he was unloading the loaves of wheat bread from one of the five large ovens in the bakery they ran. He picked them up, which should have been hard, but years of lifting flour bags and doing good, hard manual labour had made him strong.

"Coming!" he shouted back, trying to stifle a yawn at the same time. It was only six in the morning, and he had been up since 5, getting the bakery ready for the day ahead. Mondays were always especially busy at their small business, with it being in the heart of Dublin.

His eighteenth birthday had been back in April, and he was counting the days until he could head back to America. He loved Ireland, and had made some great friends in his time. Delly, for example. She was sweet-as-sugar and loved everyone, always wearing a smile on her slightly chubby face. They were like brother and sister, and inseparable. Marvel, aswell. He could be a little intense sometimes, but he was pretty great. Him, Delly and Marvel were best friends, and he couldn't ask for much more in Ireland. He had a roof over his head, and lived in comfort.

But he missed her.

Katniss. Katniss Everdeen. As weird as it may sound, he still loved her. He loved her. So much. And Peeta was prepared to do anything to see her again, even if it meant leaving his mother in Ireland. They had been together for a month, and it had been by far the best month of his life. Katniss was smart, beautiful and funny, and he was sure that she had loved him too. His biggest regret about the relationship was that he had never actually told her that he loved her. It killed him to think he missed his chance.

Peeta's mother had made it clear the first time she met Katniss that she didn't like her. Throughout the dinner, his mother made snide remarks and made it clear that she thought Katniss was trash. Peeta had come from the better-off side of the town they lived in, and Katniss was never very well off. It didn't bother him at all, but Peeta's mother thought they were too good to have this kind of trash in their home, as she had put it.

His first visit to Katniss' home had been much better. Her parents were polite and kind, and obviously very much in love. Prim also liked him, and they had an easy dinner filled with chatter. He would occasionally look at Katniss and find her smiling and laughing, obviously most comfortable around him and her family. He thought it was the most beautiful that she had ever been.

Their physical relationship had never gone very far, as they were both virgins at the time and new to being in a relationship. They had been making out a few times, but always got interrupted by something. He was glad for it now, as they were young and stupid.

As a result of this though, he was still a virgin. He had breezed through school in Ireland, he was now in his final year, and it wasn't like he was an awkward, nerdy kid who didn't know how to talk to girls. He had loads of friends, both boys and girls, but he just never really felt the way for a girl that he felt for Katniss. He knew that Delly had had a crush on him, as she had admitted while they were drunk one night, but he was pretty sure that she was over it.

"Here you go, Mom."

He smiled at her as he handed her the trays of bread. That was the end of his work until two o' clock, so he decided to go back to his house to do some school work that he had to hand in on Monday. He completed the short walk to his house in a few minutes, and as he closed the door after him he noticed a letter on the floor in front of him that had been pushed in through the letter box on the door. He picked it up and inspected the stamp, which was unfamiliar at first glance, but then he realised that it was an American stamp. He looked for the return address, but soon realised that there wasn't one. He sat at the table and tore it open. He instantly recognised the slightly messy handwriting, and his heart was pounding in his chest.

Peeta.

I'm not really sure what I want to say in this. I hope you're OK. How is your mother? Tell her I say hello. Prim is fine, she's fifteen years old now. I'm doing a nursing degree, just like I've always wanted to. Did you keep painting? I hope you did, it would be such a shame to waste your talent. I wish you could meet my friend Finnick. He's like my brother, and you would like him. A ladies man, but a sweetheart under that. And Prim has a crush on him!

What I really wanted to say is that I miss you so much. I think about you every day. It may sound weird, like I'm some kind of stalker, but please tell me that you miss me too. If you remember me. I haven't had the best of luck with guys recently, to say the least. Some really bad things happened, and I just wanted to hear from you. You always knew how to make me feel better when I was down. Please write back to me. Please explain to me why you had to leave. It hurt. A lot. I know your mother didn't like me, but it wasn't bad enough to make her take you out of the country, was it? Just please write me one letter, or give me a phone call or something, I miss you so much.

I know this letter isn't much, but I'm desperate. Please, Peeta, let me know that you're OK.

Love, Katniss.

Holy. Crap.

Katniss had contacted him. He thought he was going to pass out, he could hear his blood pounding in his girl that he had been in love with since he had first laid eyes on her almost three years ago missed him. She had mentioned that she hadn't had the best of luck with guys, so that must mean that she was single. He hoped, anyway. He couldn't imagine her with anyone but him. They had been so good together. Katniss was strong minded and fiery, and Peeta was calm and more of a follower of the crowd, as opposed to a leader. Together, they levelled each other out. She gave him more confidence, while he reigned her confidence in. When they met, Katniss was loud and bubbly, but still somewhat reserved. She let people walk over her, and just befriended anyone who looked her way. By the time Peeta had to leave, Katniss was still outgoing, but had more of a mind of her own and didn't let anyone walk over her.

And then there were her parents. Her father died while they were together, and Peeta basically had to pick her up and put her back together again. He died in a car crash, but from head injuries. They were lucky that there was a body to bury. The other person that was in the car with them was bloody and mangled. Katniss held Peeta's hand tightly throughout the funeral, and only cried when they were alone in their house that night, after Prim had fallen asleep. He held her in his arms and whispered nothings in her ear, promising to look after her and not let her get hurt again. At the time, he had no idea that his mother would announce just one week later that they were moving away.

They left for the airport the next day, and all Peeta had been able to leave Katniss was a letter with an address scrawled on the back. It broke his heart when they had to move, and his mother never told him why. He suspected it was because his mother didn't like Katniss, but he didn't realise the extent of her hate until this all happened.

In that moment, holding the letter tightly in one hand, he decided that he had to see her again.

Peeta practically sprinted to his room and got out his laptop. He went on to the cheapest airline company website that he knew of, and booked the least expensive flight to America that he could find.

Next, he got out a pen and a piece of paper and began to write a reply.

Katniss.

I really didn't expect to hear from you. I'm so glad that you wrote though. I miss you a lot too. We're living in Dublin right now, me and my mother. School's OK, i only have September to go for some extra course thing, and then I'm free to go. Your friend Finnick sounds cool, and I'd love to meet him. I have some friends you'd like too, Delly and Marvel. They're like my brother and sister. I'm really sorry to hear that you haven't had good luck with guys. I don't know how anyone could mistreat you. I'd love to see how grown up Prim is too. She was always a sweetheart. I loved her like my own sister.

I really hope to see you soon.

Peeta x

A/N.

Well, there you have it! Peeta! I hope you guys liked it, it took a lot of time to write. And I also hope you liked the little insight into Katniss' personality and life and her parents, too. And sorry the letter was so short, didn't really know what else he could say!

Enjoy the chapter :)