When they do run into each other, they're going to be dating pretty fast, don't get angry with me, please.
I locked myself in my room since Ellen on Saturday. It's Sunday now and I come out to shower and eat but that's it. I just want to be alone.
"You know hiding in the fucking room isn't going to fix your problems! THE ONLY THAT THAT IS GOING TO FIX THIS IS PEETA AND YOU'LL NEVER FUCKING FIND HIM IF YOU DON'T TRY!" Johanna shouts.
She's right, of course.
"I don't care, Johanna." I snap.
"Brainless, you do care. You know he's going on tour, right? He leaves in a week and he's going to be gone a year!" she says. I get up and start getting dressed. She's driving me crazy. I pull on my cut off shorts and a tank top that says 'Los Angeles' on it and brush and braid my hair, slide on white converse and walk out of the bedroom. "Where are you going? Are you going to find Peeta?" she asks.
"I'm going on a walk." I slam the front door and keep my keys in my hand and my phone all the way up in my pocket. I have the iPhone 5s. She doesn't bother following me.
I just need some time to think. People stare at me as I pass, and I pull out my phone to occupy myself and act like I can't hear the paparazzi. I act like I can't hear the gasps and the screams.
I still want to be a singer more than anything but right now it's too much since I'm known as Peeta's ex instead of the girl that can sing.
"You have a really pretty singing voice, Katniss!" A girl says as I pass. I look up.
"Thank you," I reply. She looks shocked I spoke to her. I look back down at my phone and continue to find something to do as I walk. I get a text from Prim.
Prim: Johanna said you locked yourself in your room for a week and a day.
Me: don't start.
Prim: maybe being famous isn't the best for you.
Me: it's only because I miss Peeta
Prim: so go and fucking find him; it's not as difficult as you seem to be making it.
Me: you wouldn't understand
Prim: yes I would. I've got Rory, remember?
Me: yes, but your name isn't tattooed on his damn arm and he isn't the most popular guy in the entire fucking world right now and everyone isn't nosing into your business.
Prim: Katniss if you're famous everyone is going to nose into your business.
Me: I know but I'm known as 'Peeta's bitchy ex-girlfriend who broke his heart and made him look bad on Ellen' instead of 'the girl who can sing'
Prim: act now, think later.
Me: shut up
Prim: I know you're kidding, but still, no :p
Me: I hate you
Prim: no you LOVVVVEEE me :p
Me: lol I guess your right
Prim: yeah, I better be right.
I roll my eyes and smirk as I begin to type a reply. I slam right into someone and start to fall, but I hear them gasp and then their arm grabs my wrist and steadies me.
And then people around the two of us start screaming. I look at the person and I freeze, my upper body shutting off. My phone slips from my hand.
Peeta is standing in front of me, holding onto my wrist. We stare dumbly at one another for a moment, and then he picks my phone up.
"It broke…I…I'm sorry, I'll buy you a new one. It was my fault." He says.
"No it wasn't. It is alright, I'll get it taken care of. I-I'm sorry. I was texting Prim and I wasn't paying attention. I…I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
"Hey," he whispers. "It's okay," he knows I'm panicking. He gives me that smile that he's told me countless times is only my smile and that it comes naturally when he smiles at me. With the one that reaches his eyes. He's in a muscle shirt and I can see my name on his arm. We're frozen in an awkward silence with people staring at us.
"Get them!" Someone shrieks. And then their all start running for us. His hands slides down to mine and links our fingers in a split second and he's bolted, pulling me with him. People are screaming and running after us and it's a huge mob and it's actually exhilarating and fun.
The problem is we can't run forever. He pulls us into an ally and ducks behind a dumpster, pulling me with him.
"We need a hiding spot. We can't stay here. They'll only leave us alone if we're in a house and mine is way too far and I haven't got my car." He says.
"My house isn't far, only a mile. We shouldn't go inside because Johanna is going to have a cow when she sees you."
"So you let me drive and I take you to my house." He says. It's more of a question than a plan.
"Alright," I say. I trust Peeta with my life. He isn't taking me to his house to rape me. He would never do something I don't want to do. "Ready?" I ask.
"Yeah, let's go." He pulls me to my feet and we take off again. I drop my keys halfway and snatch them up. Someone grabs at me and Peeta pulls me up quickly and takes off. I'm behind though, and people are about to grab me. Luckily though, my car is in sight. I unlock it and speed up, handing the keys to Peeta and getting into the passenger seat. He gets into the driver's seat and locks the doors. He doesn't hesitate to reach over and put my seatbelt on me, pulling it as tight as it will go. He starts my car and backs out carefully. He turns and speeds down the street. "You need gas." He says. He pulls into a gas station.
"I don't have money with me." I tell him honestly.
"I wasn't going to make you pay anyways." He says as he gets out. I get out, too.
"Peeta, I can't let you-"
"I'm letting myself, Ba-Katniss." He started to call me baby, just like he used to. He completely fills my car up and gets back in, putting my seatbelt back on me. "So tell me, what is the nicest house you've ever been in?" he asks.
"Um…I think it was your house." I reply. Peeta's parents own bakeries all over the country so they have money.
"Well…try not to have a heart attack, okay? I couldn't live with myself if you died." He says.
"You said that once." I whisper.
"Yes, I remember." He says. "I said 'I could never live with myself without you. I want to keep you safe with me forever.' And you said 'forever?' and then I said 'and ever and ever. We're going to get married one day. I promise'. I meant it too, all of it. And I still plan to keep that promise."
He still wants to marry me?
What?
He still wants to marry me? Why?
"Why?" I whisper. He smiles.
"Because I love you, still," He replies. Then he sighs. "Sorry. I'm probably sounding like a dick that's desperate."
"Don't apologize. I love you, too. Still," I whisper. "Peeta, I'm sorry-"
"Don't." he whispers. "Wait at least until we're into the house before we both get upset, okay?" he asks.
"Okay," I whisper. He looks at my hand.
"Can I?" he asks.
"Can you what?" I ask.
"Hold your hand. May I hold your hand?"
"Yes." I turn my attention to the window. The heat spreads from my hand throughout my entire body the second his skin meets mine.
His house makes my jaw go slack. There's a fountain in the driveway and the house is a corner house with trees on each side of two pillars that hold the roof up. The back part is two sure it's a cream color.
"Wow." I whisper.
"I know...promise you won't have a heart attack?" He asks.
"I promise," I whisper. I start to get out but he's at my door and pulling it open for me. He takes my hand again and pulls me inside.
There is a circle white couch right in front and above that is a chandelier. It's probably a 30 foot ceiling. I put my hand over my heart and fake a heart attack. He panics. "Katniss?" He asks. "You promised me." He puts his hands on my cheeks I drop my hands and start laughing. He hesitates, and then hugs me tightly against his chest. I hug him back and never want to leave. He sighs. "I've missed you." He whispers.
"I've missed you too." I mumble. He slowly pulls away and gives me a your of the house.
"Okay, you can start saying what you were saying in the car." He says.
"Okay..." I begin. He sits me down on the couch and slides my shoes off. Then he sits on the couch across from me, rests his chin on his fingertips and gives me his undivided attention. "I'm sorry for breaking up with you. I was an idiot and I hate myself for it. I want you to know that I didn't answer you because I was ashamed of myself and I really love you so much and I'm sorry. Oh, and I'm sorry for singing that song in Ellen. It was kind of a bitch move."
"Okay, it's okay, you're not an idiot, don't be ashamed, I love you too, and don't be sorry for singing that song on Ellen. Every word if it was true. Now, my turn," He says. I give him my undivided attention. "Okay...take me back? Please Katniss and I will never leave you again. Wherever I go you'll come with me." He begs.
I promised Johanna and I want him back more than anything.
"Okay," I reply.
"Wait, this is 'act now, think later' is it?" He asks.
"Of course not; I don't need to think about it, because I already know. Yes Peeta, I'll take you back."
"You will?" His eyes light up like Christmas trees.
"Yes Peeta, I will." I smile.
"Great! Thank god! This is the best day ever!" He lifts me off the couch without warning and spins me around. My arms lock around his neck. "Are you hungry?" He demands. "Never mind, I know you're going to say you aren't when you are. I'll make you something." He leads me to the kitchen and sits me on the island in the center of the kitchen.
I sit quietly and watch him. He occasionally catches my eye, and he winks, causing me to blush and look down. He laughs dryly as thunder cracks outside. We look out the window and see that it's pouring outside, so bad that I can't see my car.
"Well looks like you're not leaving for a while." He says softly. "Katniss...I'm really sorry I didn't make it to your birthday...I wanted to, but tickets were too expensive and-"
"Peeta. Don't apologize for that. It's over and done with." He turns to me, now standing so close that his stomach is right between my legs. "I still feel bad about that song on Ellen." I admit.
"Well don't, okay?" His puts his hands on the small of my back and pulls me closer, so our faces are inches apart.
"Okay," I whisper.
We stare into each other eyes and I pray I will never have to look away. I count the colors.
Blue, mostly, but a bit of green, a bit of a gold-like color, too. His eyes look like the ocean and the sky mixes together, with a tiny hit of the grass that is so perfect without a single piece missing. Oh god, I really do love him.
"Katniss," he begins, murmuring. "May I kiss you?" He asks softly. Mouth isn't operating, so instead of answering him with words, I close the space between us.
And it's like magic. His lips are warm as they move with mine, and it sends a heat throughout my whole being, and a fire ignites in my stomach, making me never want to stop. My fingers thread in his hair, bringing him closer to me. His hands begin to wander up my back. One begins to unweave my braid and the other caresses my cheek. His hand begins to run through my hair. My phone starts ringing somewhere across the room, "Don't answer it." He murmurs against my lips.
"I have to. Johanna will call the police if she can't find me." I admit. He sighs and walks into the living room. I hop down and follow him. When he said my phone broke, the screen cracked, that's basically it.
"It's not Johanna, but here." He hands me my phone.
"Hello?" I ask. I don't know the number, and I hate answering the numbers I don't know.
"Yes, is this Katniss Everdeen?" someone asks.
"This is," I answer.
"This is Warner Bros. We would like of offer you a record label."
My jaw drops and I can't find my voice. "Um…okay." I manage after struggling to find my voice.
"Okay…you can come by the studio at any time." Then the line goes dead.
"What happened?" Peeta asks.
"I…oh my god, I…holy shit!" I exclaim. He laughs.
"What?" he asks.
"I just got offered a record label from Warner Bros!" His jaw drops.
"Are you serious?" he asks.
"Yes!" He knows about my dream to be a singer. He was the first person I'd ever told, and he immediately promised me he would support me through everything.
"That's great!" he says. We start cheering like idiots and dancing around the living room.
"I have to go and tell Johanna! Come with me?" I beg. He looks out the window and see that rain has already stopped.
"Alright," he says.