Sorry for the wait. I got a bit discouraged last time at the lack of response, but I'm back now, with realistic expectations.

I had always dreamed of being in your life. If friendship was all I could reasonably expect from this twist of fate, then I would be sure to be the best friend you ever had. No matter how torturous this friendship would end up being.

My first week in Boston passes in a flash. The change is going to take some getting used to, but I already made a friend at work. Rue is so tiny I can't believe she's my age; she looks even younger than my sister Prim. She's there as a junior assistant, like me. Another boy and girl complete the team, but I don't like them as much. Cato, the guy, is a bit cocky and Glimmer is just too naive and frankly vapid for my taste.

The internship is mostly divided into two types of days. When the editor-in-chief, Effie, is there, I have to be at her beck and call every minute of the day, because she chose me on Monday as her new assistant. The other interns tell me it's because she likes me the best, but I would prefer if she didn't. When she's not there, however, I finally get to do some real work, like I did today.

I eat supper alone at the apartment, Peeta works late on Friday and Finn is MIA. I don't have any plans for the week end, but I'm still happy I get to have a bit of time to myself. I want to start exploring Boston.

Peeta wanted to take me to his favorite places around the city, but he has to work this weekend, so we took a rain check. I did make him promise to watch my favorite movie with me sometimes this weekend.

We watched The Fifth Element on Tuesday and I loved it, can't believe I always thought it was lame.

After cleaning up, I decide to take a walk around the block to familiarize myself with my new neighborhood and after receiving a text from Haymitch, I end up at his bar, accepting his invitation to "see his gig". I have never been one for the bar scene but I actually like it there. It's not too noisy and not as crowded as I imagined. It's an Irish style pub that also serves a bit of food. Haymitch tells me it's still early and that most customers will show up a couple of hours later. I decide to hang out with him a bit.

I find Haymitch is an easy person to talk to, and by the end of the hour I end up opening up to him about my issues with Gale.

"So, sweetheart, what's the deal with you and tall dark and handsome? Why is he such a sour puss?" He asks, handling me my third beer of the night.

"He just doesn't get that we don't have to rush into this. You know?"

"Into what?"

"Marriage, kids, the house with a white picket fence," I clarify. I'm babbling because I'm a little drunk, but it feels good to talk about it, to a guy.

"Oh, he's one of those."

I smile because Haymitch's disgusted grimace is enough for me to know he'll never be that kind of man.

"Yeah, it wants it all. The problem is he wants it all right now."

"You ask me, he just wants to seal the deal because he's afraid you're going to run."

"I'm not running," I defend myself.

"Aren't you?"

And with that comment he leaves to tend to a few customers, and I'm left in a drunken haze, wondering what I'm really doing here, in Boston. Am I running away from Gale?

I wake up the next morning with a bit of a hangover. I whine, getting up to pee and fumble around in the bathroom, looking for Tylenol or Advil to ease my pain. I find some and make my way into the kitchen to get water. The oven is flashing 9:30, and I decide to go back to bed. I wake up a couple of hours later, feeling a hundred times better.

I then notice the delicious smell coming out of the kitchen and working its way into my bedroom. I re-braid my hair quickly and walk out to look for the source of the smell.

To my delight, I find Peeta in the kitchen, in his pyjamas, making cheese buns.

"Good morning," he greets me with a smile, putting a plate in front of me as I sit into a stool around the island.

"They smell sooo good," I compliment him.

"Well, wait until you taste one," he says before putting one in my plate. They are still hot from the oven, a real treat.

I break off a piece and put it in my mouth. It basically melts into my tongue and I hum in satisfaction.

"You're an amazing cook."

"Thanks, did you have a good day yesterday?" He asks nicely.

I tell him how relieved I was to find out Effie never works Friday and how I got to spend the day with Rue doing actual work. He tells me all about his day and the preparation he did for tonight's wedding.

"I can't believe after cooking all this stuff yesterday you took the time to make breakfast today," I tell him.

"What can I say, cheese buns are my favorite,"

"Me too," I say excitedly as I grab another one. "

Peeta grins mysteriously. I want to ask why but Finn interrupts my thoughts, coming out of the bathroom.

"You should call Gale back, Kat, he called me yesterday, saying you didn't answer your phone, asking where you were," he says.

"I was at Haymitch, I must have not heard my phone," I pause, I feel a bit guilty for forgetting to call him, we promised to talk every day, but I'm also annoyed that he disturbed Finn for it. "I'll call him back," I continue. Finn nods.

I grab a third cheese bun and Peeta laughs at my voracious appetite. "God, I'm going to get fat living here," I joke, and thank him for the buns.

I go get my phone and see I have five missed alerts. Four missed calls and one text from Gale asking where I am.

I call him back. He seems pissed. I explain I went to Haymitch and didn't hear my phone ringing.

"And you didn't even think to check your phone when you left?"

I pout in annoyance at his question.

"I was a little drunk, okay?" I explain, knowing the conversation is slipping towards a dangerous territory.

"Since when do you go to bars anyways?"

I sigh, my headache coming back.

"I was worried," he adds.

"Okay, okay, I'll remember to put it on vibrate next time," I concede, not wanting to start my weekend with a fight.

He sighs too, and lets it go. He tells me about his work and the problems he's having with his father. They don't always see eye to eye on the future of the company, and I know it puts a lot of stress on him.

"Sometimes, I just feels like he wants me to be someone else," he explains, and as he says the words, it rings so true to how I feel about him, I realize Gale is just a bit too much like his dad.

I spend the day wandering around in the by ward market near downtown. They closed the streets for the weekend for the event and people are selling things right there in the streets, anything from handmade jewelry to flowers, fruits, or clothes. I grab a bite to eat before coming back home, deciding to turn in early tonight and watch a movie or something.

I catch a movie on TV I'd been meaning to watch for a while, and after that become engrossed in a documentary on Egyptology. How amazing would it be to travel to Egypt and see and these monuments build thousands of years ago?

I'm getting sleepy, but I really want to see how this ends. I decide to rest my eyes for a second.

I wake up the next morning, in my bed. I look around, confused for a second. Then, I remember the pair of strong arms that fetched me from the couch to bring me up to my bedroom. He picked me up like I was a feather and nestled me in bed, probably getting back from catering really late and finding me snoring on the couch. I smile.

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