Waiting for Rain

by poetryismyfirstlove

Modern day AU, OOC. Katniss: He was my friend's bestfriend. I thought it was okay for me to like him then. Until I learned my friend liked him too. It was already too late. So I chose to pull back, hiding my feelings behind a curtain of rain. (I've published this story before for a different fandom but since falling in love with KxP, I thought why not write for them?)

8. Chapter 8 Afternoon Walks & Rainshowers

KATNISS

Peeta and I spent everyday for the rest of the week together, working on our assignment. Mr Abernathy has extended the deadline seeing that everyone has been having problems.

Good for us. It was difficult working with each other since we both feel like we're walking on eggshells. Nobody wants to mess up again lest we return to the dark ages.

Every afternoon, we'd hang out together trying to write then totally hating what we wrote. At the end of the day, we'd accomplish nothing.

We needed inspiration, something to spark the poet within us.

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Every afternoon since we've reconciled, he has been walking me home.

We were walking home one day, when he asked me why I joined creative writing.

"Katniss, I've been meaning to ask you, why did you join creative writing?" Peeta asked.

I have decided to answer him honestly. "Because I suck at expressing my feelings verbally. Writing has helped me express them without feeling shy or conscious"

"So you're shy at saying things but not in writing them, is that it?" he concluded.

"Yeah, that sounds about right." I said. What is he getting at? I saw him nod his head as if he understood something.

"Could I read some of your works?" he said. "Maybe if I did I would have more idea how to write."

"Oh no! no! no! no! no! Hell no!" I screamed inside my head, thinking about the poems I wrote.

Pretend

Oh if only he'd look at me

And see me more than just a friend

Then I would stop to pretend

That I'm happy

But I guess I'll keep on hoping

That you'll look at me and see

For now I'll wait for the rain to pour

So you wouldn't see me cry

So I could pretend to smile

And so many others that were all mushy and lovelorn and all about HIM.

"That's private!" I said. If he joined this class, shouldn't he know how to write? Come to think of it I have never asked him.

"Why did you join this class anyway?" I was curious to know.

"To learn to be romantic" He said.

"Now that is cheesy!" I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Haven't you tried writing to let your feelings out?"

"Nope, I'm more of a verbal kind of guy. I usually speak my mind" he said.

"Then it wouldn't be hard for you" I said.

"Just think of an idea or feeling then let the words flow through your hand and into the paper." I encouraged him.

"Say like right now, what are you thinking of?" I asked.

"Love" he said. "You?"

I was rendered speechless. When did he become this candid?

"Rain" I said as I felt drops of it fall. It seemed like magic for rain to appear out of nowhere.

Because we didn't have any umbrella, he took my hand then we ran. It seemed surreal, running in the afternoon shower and feeling the raindrops against my skin.

My heart was beating fast, not sure anymore whether it was because of the running or because he was holding my hand.

I love afternoon walks and especially afternoon showers. I pray for it to rain everyday.