**HEY EVERYONE! 36 REVIEWS YAYYYYYY :P IM SUPER HAPPY RIGHT NOW AND WAVING MY HANDS ALL AROUND, SO MY FAMILY IS PROBABLY WONDERING WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME RIGHT NOW..BUT I DON'T CARE! SO THANKS EVERYBODY AND THIS CHAPTER WILL BE SHORTER THAN THE LAST ONE (JUST SAYIN'). I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHETHER YOU WANT THESE CHAPTERS TO BE LONGER OR TO KEEP THEM SHORT SO PLEASE REVIEW OR PM ME OR SOMETHING TO LET ME KNOW. I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS LAST CHAPTER WHEN YOU MEET RYE AND AFTER PEETA AND KATNISS HAD THEIR FLOUR WAR…. HE ASKED HER OUT! HEHEH WELL ANYWAYS, HERE IS CHAPTER 10 ENJOY XXXX**
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(Katniss POV)
Peeta leaves and I close the door. "Ahem," I hear a familiar voice say.
Oh, shit. I don't even have to turn around to know it's her. Still, I force myself to face her with my cheeks glowing red while realizing she must have heard the entire conversation. As I suspected, I am met with Prim, my little sister, whose knowing smile grows bigger by the second. Slowly I nod giving her the confirmation that she didn't even need. Prim squeals and begs me to tell her exactly what we while at Peeta's house and laughs as I share with her the details about the 'Flour War' Peeta and I engaged in. She sighs and "Awws," here and there when I explain how we got lost in each other's eyes and how natural it felt when I rested my head atop his shoulder. I stop at the part where he asks me to go out with him and star to blush again at the thought. At first I refuse to go on for fear that my cheeks will catch on fire, but after giving me the 'Puppy Dog Look', that nobody could resist, I continue. I have to admit, it was a little awkward for me at least discussing these things with my sister because I usually don't share these things with her. We continue to talk about this subject for a while for my attempts to change the topic fail and eventually I give up trying to steer away from the talk of recent events because I know that once Prim is set on knowing something she doesn't let it go. I feel like I'm on a TV show being interviewed. Her questions after questions, seem endless.
It's now 10:45 PM and we've talked for over an hour, so Prim brushes her teeth follows me upstairs. I then tuck Prim in bed, softly whisper, "Goodnight little duck,", and give her a kiss on the forehead. Turning off the lights, I silently close the door behind me and exiting our bedroom. Once the door has been closed, I tiptoe down the stairs, click the power button for the T.V., and wait on the couch as the screen comes to life.
While surfing the channels, I stumble upon CAPTV the Capitol channel that features its citizens and their wigs, abnormal skin colors and patterns, whiskers, makeup, clothes, and talons. The only person that I know from there is Effie, my English teacher, and I can only barely tolerate her. I mean seriously, you can name the craziest fashion idea anyone can think of and by the time the words escape your lips, it's a new trend in there. I push those thoughts aside and refocus on the TV. However, as the minutes go by, I become irritated because of their high-pitch bubbly babbling. And just before I switch the channel, I hear knocking at the door. Who could that possibly be at this hour? Then I remember. Quickly I turn the television off and make my way over to the front door. Twisting the rusty doorknob I open the door and see my mother standing behind it. She is clearly tired. As always. I step aside and allow her in and close the door. Right away she trudges upstairs to get some sleep after the long hours working at the hospital.
Alone again, I think over all that has happened in the past few hours and try to sort everything out. As I do so, I begin to worry and second guess myself. "He probably didn't mean it," I whisper out loud reinforcing the idea. Hearing the words make them seem more believable. Come on Katniss, you saw how he asked you last second. Clearly his action was on a whim. Tomorrow he will probably say so himself that he didn't mean what he said.
I feel a lone tear slip out of my eye and slide down my left cheek. Oh boy, I will have a lot to tell Madge tomorrow is the last thought I have before closing my eyes and drifting off into a dreamless sleep while still sprawled out on the couch.
****OH BOY, KATNISS DOES HAVE A LOT TO TELL MADGE. WELL I HOPED YOU ENJOYED READING THIS CHAPTER AS MUCH AS I'VE ENJOYED WRITING IT! REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT IT! IS KATNISS RIGHT? DID PEETA REALLY MEAN IT? WHAT WILL HAPPEN TOMORROW AT SCHOOL? OH, AND CHECK OUT MY LATEST POLL AND VOTE ON WHAT FIRST NAME YOU WOULD THINK SUITS ! THANKS AGAIN EVERYONE ILY XXXX****