Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who read, favorited, followed, and reviewed this story so far. I really do appreciate it but the number of reviews is kinda low. This chapter is the first part of the chapter I uploaded yesterday… with more detail. I will try and upload the other half later. For anybody who voted on the poll or reviewed on whether Katniss should be pregnant I have decided against it because I have an idea. I'm sorry if the original chapter sucked but I honestly was so insanely tired. PLEASE READ THE A/N AT THE BOTTOM.

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Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games, the state of California, the state of Texas, or the song 'God Gave Me You' by Blake Shelton. Diaryofamonster owns Ravius. I do however own Kaylee, Volt, Patrick's personality and pretty much everything he does, and of course Gemma.

Sorry for the long author's notes :P

Chapter 7: God Gave Me You

~ I've been a walking heartache; I've made a mess of me. The person that I've been lately ain't who I wanna be. But you stay here right beside me and watch as the storm blows through, and I need you. Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs. God gave me you for the days of doubt. And for when I think I lost my way, there are no words here left to say, its true God gave me you. Gave me you. There's more here than what we're seeing, a divine conspiracy. That you, an angel lovely could somehow fall for me. You'll always be love's great martyr and I'll be the flattered fool; and I need you. God gave me you for the ups and downs. God gave me you for the days of doubt. And for when I think I lost my way, there are no words here left to say, its true God gave me you. On my own I'm only half of what I could be. I can't do without you. We are stitched together, and what love has tethered; I pray we never undo. ~

I wake up in a tangle of limbs and blankets.

Peeta is already awake and smoothing the hair away from my face, "Good morning beautiful; last night was amazing."

I smile up at him, "you know you'll always be love's great martyr and I'll be the flattered fool." He chuckles and leans down to give me a kiss.

I kiss him back but remind him that we only have today to pack for our trip to Cali. Peeta gets up first and throws me my clothes and puts on his own. After we are both dressed, we fold up the blankets and head back to Peeta's house hand in hand. The first thing we see when we get in the house is Ryan lying on the couch, getting ready to pull his hair out.

"Bro, what's wrong?" Peeta asks, going to sit next to his brother. His brother lets out an exasperated sigh and turns to Peeta.

He points a finger upstairs to where we can hear yelling, "Those two were at it all night long and then they woke up and started fighting. I did not sleep at all and I have to be at dad's bakery all day. I have no idea what the fuck they could be fighting about; they seemed more than fine last night."

"I'll make Pat take your shift; you go get some sleep. I'll kick the two of them out, they can fight outside." Peeta says helping his oldest brother off the couch. His brother thanks him and then heads towards his room.

Peeta turns back to me, "what do you think it is now?"

I laugh, "I don't think we want to know."

Eventually Peeta got Pat to agree to work at the bakery and Kaylee left for her house. Peeta drags me to his room and pulls out a huge suitcase and starts grabbing random clothes and throwing them in. My uncle informed me about an hour ago that he switched out flight so that we could stay longer; we're staying for two weeks. I think with the amount of clothes Peeta is packing he could stay there for a month and still have a new outfit to wear every day. I'm starting to think that Peeta is more feminine than I am.

The first day of our freshman year was a big deal for Peeta. I came over to his house the day before to help him get organized. It only took us an hour to get all of his school supplies and organize his backpack and binder. So we spent the rest of the time trying to plan our outfits. I had brought over several outfits that I was thinking about wearing. It took me five minutes to choose an outfit; it took Peeta two hours. He sat there for at least a half an hour debating whether he should wear a button down shirt or a t-shirt. Then he proceeded to take the next hour and a half deciding on pants and shoes. He ended up making a schedule of what he was going to wear and when. He told me all about what should and shouldn't be worn at school; I told him to shove a hanger up his ass. After that day Peeta never asked for help choosing an outfit and whenever he goes on a trip he packs most of his closet so he can mix and match. I don't think this trip is an exception.

After stuffing most of his closet in his suitcase Peeta grabs all of his toiletry items and throws them in his carry on along with his phone charger and his back up wallet that holds all his trip money. When he is done we carry his stuff downstairs and load it in the Jeep, then go back in and leave a note for Peeta's brothers and a note for his parents to read when they get back. We drive to my house and I pack up my stuff. My suitcase is half the size of Peeta's and I end up running that in his face. He responds by pushing me up against a wall and kissing me fiercely.

"You know if that's what you're going to do when I'm bad I might be bad a little more often." I say with a wink.

Peeta pulls me closer, "Please do." I give him a quick kiss and pull away. I grab my carryon bag and Peeta grabs my suitcase and we load them into the Jeep next to Peeta's. I leave my parents a note and we get in.

After a discussion with my parents over text they have decided it would be better if we stay in a hotel near the airport since our flight is early in the morning. We both agreed that it would be safer that way; which is why we are now on our way to the airport.

After about two hours we arrive at the hotel and check in. The lady gives us a weird look but hands us two room keys. We take our stuff up there and settle in; we both fall asleep instantly. Still tired from last night's adventure and eager for our trip.

We wake up early and repack everything, quickly changing and checking out of the hotel. We arrive at the airport a little early but end up stuck in traffic resulting in us arriving right on time. We go through the check in and then through security. Eventually we are on the plane and I cling to Peeta when we take off. We were lucky enough to get first class tickets so we are treated to snacks and drinks throughout the flight. Peeta orders food and a ton of snacks. I don't even know how he can fit that much food in him. I end up sleeping off and on , resting against Peeta's shoulder. Several times during the flight Peeta will point out the things he finds interesting, or point out the window when we fly through the clouds. He is so childlike when he gets like this and it reminds me of easier times. When we are getting ready to land in California I end up practically sitting in Peeta's lap. He has his arms wrapped tightly around me and I keep my face hidden in the crook of his neck. We arrive in California right on time; we unload and grab our bags. The San Diego Airport is fairly large but not as big as LAX which I have only been to once. We see my uncle right away; it's not hard considering he is 6'6 and resembles an NBA star. He is my mom's younger brother so he has the bright blue eyes and blonde hair. When I get closer I also see the group of forty something year old woman staring at him. I guess that's what he gets for being a male model; woman's attention and an insane amount of money. It doesn't hurt that he has an acting job on the side. When we finally get over to him I give him a hug and he offers to grab my bags. I happily accept and hand him my suitcase and carryon bag. We head towards his new sports car, the Bugatti Veyron. His car is estimated to cost over two million dollars; that's more than my house is worth. We all get in the car and Peeta connects his iPhone to the usb port on my uncles radio. Songs by Lady A, Kenny Chesney, Eric Church, and several other country singers play as we ride to La Jolla.

We drive along the coast seeing beach after beach. Kites are being flown by children and families sit building sand castles together. College guys are playing volleyball as the girls cheer them on and couples walk hand in hand at the water's edge. It all seems so fun and relaxing; it makes me look forward to going to school on the beach. I just hope I can actually focus on school.

We finally arrive at my uncle's house. His house is more or less a mansion on one of the many beaches of La Jolla. My uncle gives Peeta and I a tour of the house. The front door opens right up into the living room and off to the side is a dining room with a beautiful crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The kitchen is huge and has just about every kitchen appliance you could ask for. When we get upstairs we get a look at all the rooms; there are six total. The first er see is my uncle's. The room is almost as big as my house and has a connecting bathroom and a walk in closet the size of my room. We look at four more of the rooms but they are almost all identical; somewhat large rooms with built in closets and window seats. We finally go to the last room, which is the one Peeta and I are sharing. The room is bigger than the other guest rooms but smaller than the master. It has light green walls and a king size bed with a flowery comforter and dark green satin sheets. There is also a walk in closet and a large oak dresser with a forty inch plasma screen television. There are French doors that open up to a beautiful balcony overlooking the ocean. When we finally finish out tour I launch myself onto one of the comfy leather couches in the living room. My uncle and Peeta laugh at me and I scowl at them in return.

Eventually my Uncle Andrei drags me off the couch and out towards the garage with Peeta following close behind. My uncle has Peeta tie a blindfold around my eyes before we go into the six- car garage. When we finally get in there my uncle leads me to a certain spot and tells me to take off the blindfold. I am completely speechless when I take off the blindfold. There in front of me is a brand new dark green 2013 Chevy Camaro. He hands me the keys as Peeta walks around awestruck by my car. I unlock the doors and explore the inside of the car. The seats are tan leather and the car is fully loaded. I run inside and grab my driver's license before running back to the garage. I thank my uncle at least a million times and hug him repeatedly. I jump in the car excitedly and Peeta slides in the passenger seat. We decide to just drive around the neighborhood just to try out the car.

"This car is amazing I can't believe my uncle bought me this. It has an eight cylinder engine, I can go like insanely fast." I tell Peeta as we drive around.

He laughs at my enthusiasm, "the car is awesome but don't go getting a bunch of speeding tickets."

I scowl at him, "I won't but thanks for your concern, mom." He sticks his tongue out at me and we spend the rest of the drive back laughing at our childish ways. I park the car in the garage and lock it for good measure. I am completely in love with the car and I do not want anything happening to it.

When we get back in the house I immediately smell vegetable lasagna, my favorite dinner of all time. We sit down at the dining room table and my uncle comes out with the food and several glasses filled with Italian soda. I eat all my food quickly and help myself to seconds. Peeta eats at least three helpings and my uncle eats what we left over. By the end of dinner we are all too full to even think about dessert. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom and get changed for bed. I take all my toiletries with me to the bathroom and get ready for bed. After I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth and re-braid my hair I go to the room to change into pajamas. I put on a dark green tank top and black cheer shorts and go back downstairs to say goodnight to my Uncle.

"I think I'm gunna hit the sack Uncle Andrei. Thank you again for everything I really appreciate it." I say as I pull my uncle in for a good night hug.

He hugs me back, "It's no problem Katniss, anytime. I hope you and Peeta enjoy California. Goodnight sweetheart."

"Goodnight." I say as I walk towards the staircase. Peeta had already gone upstairs while I said goodnight so I wasn't surprised when I walked into the room and Peeta was laying shirtless on the bed. I chuckle at his choice of pajamas and crawl in next to him. He hums 'God Gave Me You' as I drift off. I fall asleep wrapped in Peeta's arms and free of nightmares.

That's chapter seven, hope you all liked it. So the trip will probably be finished up in the next chapter. I hope. Mostly Katniss and Peeta in the next chapter. Although there will be some Kaylee in either the next chapter or the one after that because she is my creation and a lot of what happens with her is what I have gone through although some names have been changed. But as I said mostly Katniss/Peeta fluff fest.

I really didn't want to split the trip into two chapters but I also don't want any more reviews saying my chapter sounded like it was written by a sixth grader. First off, writing is something I do as an outlet. I have a family and my last year of school to worry about. I write most of these chapters on my laptop while sitting in the living room in the dark after I put my kid to sleep and my fiancé is sleeping. The chapter would have been better but it was written when I was upset over something and I had spent the night before up all night with a crying two year old. So most of these chapters are written from 11pm to 1am but I want to update as much as I can before I go back to class next week. Secondly I do accept constructive criticism. But not when you make comments that are in anyway degrading. I prefer reviews on what you liked in the chapter so please help me out a bit guys. :)

To Guest: I am not trying to single you out and I accept the constructive criticism but honestly the sixth grade part was a little much. I'm sorry you did not like the chapter and I hope this will be better because I am staying up to fix it for you and others. Hope you keep reading.

Also… go read Diaryofamonster's story, it's called 'Last Chance for Happiness'(/s/7994446) and it is the sequel to my completed Clato story, 'True Love, Never Forgotten' but you don't have to really read mine to understand hers. So go read people. :)

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