Chapter 12 – KPOV:

A/N: Hello, my lovelies! Wow, The Hunger Games Movie trailer just came on TV as I started typing… Now that's fate ;)! PEETA! Hehe… Moving on…

EpicNinja8: I only wish… I just said that we should pretend that he disappeared off the face of the earth… However, Snow could come into the picture at any given moment and…take care of him *laughs evilly.* Now that I'm on spring break, I will try to update two chapters a day? :-) PeetaLuver1: That's what I was going for! I made Mrs. Mellark lovable! ;) teampeeta4ever: I thought that would be funny if Gale thought Peeta was referring to a booger! :-)

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I look at all the sketches. They're beautiful, but I'm positive that it's not me. I wonder if he had known that I saw these, he would draw me just like this anyway, to make me feel better about myself.

I sit down on the foot of his bed and pick up another sketchbook, to find it yet again filled with sketches of me. I hear a soft knock on the doorframe and I look up.

"Hey, Katniss," Mrs. Mellark says softly. "Hey," I say. She walks in and sits down next to me. "So you've found them?" she says. I nod.

"You knew?" I ask.

She nods. "I found them a few years ago. I never said anything good about them, but in my head, I was so proud of what a gifted child I had," she explains, "I'll talk to you later, Katniss." She puts a hand on my shoulder for a second, then gets up and walks away.

I sit there for a few moments until Peeta comes back with a towel wrapped around his waist. His ashy blonde hair is plastered against his forehead in damp clumps.

I giggle. I stand up and push the clumps off his forehead. He wraps his arms around my waist, and I feel a shift as we're pressed together and I hear something fall. I freeze. I cover my eyes and scream, "Peeta!"

He chuckles. "Katniss, you can uncover your eyes now," he says, gently pulling my fingers away from my face. I carefully uncover my eyes and look down, then breathe a sigh of relief to see he's wearing pants.

He glances over at the bed and sees the two sketchbooks open. I see a small blush creep onto his face. I giggle.

"They were really good," I say, "but…" He looks at me. "But?" he asks. I look down and bury my face into his chest. "It's not me…" my muffled voice says, "She's too pretty…"

He pushes me away to study my face. He wipes away the tears that are starting to fall with his thumb. "You can't possibly think that the girl I drew looks nothing like you. But in a way, you're right. It does you no justice," he says.

I smile.

PPOV:

She doesn't see that I immortalized the woman I love. She just doesn't know that she's beautiful, which I don't understand, because she's the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen.

"Katniss, you're gorgeous. And don't let anyone tell you otherwise," I say, lifting her chin up with my thumb.

That's the one thing I'm going to make sure she believes.

A/N: Soooo? Peeta is going to make Katniss believe that she's beautiful!

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I don't know if that less-than sign with the threes shows up in this, but if it doesn't, above is a super heart.

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-Zenia (zalamode00)