PEETA'S POV

I'm forced to go home soon because everyone staying at my house is tired.

I don't want to go home. I want to go apologize to Katniss and hold her tightly in my arms. I want to tell her I love her and I want her to put the ring on her finger.

When I go home, I paint all night, because I can't go to sleep if I wanted to. My mind is busy thinking about how many things I said that I hate myself for.

I called her a bitch. We had our first fight, I guess, and I called her a bitch.

She isn't a bitch, and I love her more than anything.

But then I get an idea.

And it's brilliant.

Her house has surround sound and you can hook it up in any room and blast it through the entire house. If I do it in the living room, I bet she'll hear it in her bedroom.

This is perfect, this idea. It's ten in the morning now. I know Katniss better than anyone. She's locked herself in her bedroom and she isn't going to come downstairs unless somebody goes and forces her too. She's probably laying in her bra and underwear, wrapped in the fuzzy blanket, either crying or watching the Kardashians. I know she's completely convinced herself I'm leaving her. I get up and take a quick shower in the bathroom connected to my office and then I get dress and call Finnick to come over. Aiden and Graham are here already.

"Bro, you got to make up with Katniss. She locked herself in her room-" Finnick starts when he walks in the door.

"And she's not going to come down unless she's forced. Don't worry, I've got a plan."

…..1…..

"Johanna, how do I do this?" I whisper. I'm making sure to stay silent because I don't want her to know I'm here. It's three in the afternoon now.

KATNISS'S POV

I'm not going downstairs. Nobody is going to make me go downstairs.

Nothing can make me go downstairs.

I'm not a fucking idiot. I know Peeta's leaving me.

I shut off the TV and sigh loudly, pulling the fuzzy blanket tighter around me.

PEETA'S POV

"Ready guys?" I whisper.

"This is such a cute idea." Mrs. Everdeen whispers.

The band nods behind me. I take a deep breath and Finnick starts to play. It works. The instruments blast throughout the entire house.

KATNISS'S POV

I jump so fast that I fall out of bed.

Who the fuck is that? Who is playing the guitar. I roll my eyes and start to pull on clothes so I can go downstairs to yell at them to shut up.

But I stop short.

Baby why you wanna cry?
You really oughta know that I
Just have to walk away sometimes

Peeta? What the hell is he doing?

How the hell…

We're gonna do what lovers do
We're gonna have a fight or two
But I ain't ever changing my mind

Oh god. He knows me too damn well. My fingers fiddle with my bottom lip as I button my jeans and stand up straight, listening.

Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?
I wouldn't dream of going nowhere
Silly woman come here let me hold you
Have I told you lately I love you like crazy, girl?

He's so sweet. I bite my lip and move closer to the door.

I wouldn't last a single day
I'd probably just fade away
Without you I'd lose my mind

Oh my god. I really don't deserve him. I put my hand on the doorknob.

Before you ever came along
I was living life all wrong
The smartest thing I ever did was make you all mine

He's so fucking sweet. I open my door and slowly click it shut, silently.

Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?
I wouldn't dream of going nowhere
Silly woman, come here let me hold you
Have I told you lately I love you like crazy, girl?
Like crazy, girl

I move down the hallway, standing at the top of the stairs now. My steps are silent.

Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?
I wouldn't dream of going nowhere
Silly woman come here let me hold you
Have I told you lately I love you like

I head down the stairs, still silent.

Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?
I wouldn't dream of going nowhere
Silly woman come here let me hold you
Have I told you lately I love you like crazy, girl?

I'm hiding right at the end of the stairs, pushed against the wall, peeking my eyes around the corner.

Like crazy
Crazy girl
Like crazy
Crazy girl

Why does he have to be so goddamn fucking sweet? He's staring right at me. I'm still peeking around the corner at him. Everyone has cheesy grins on their faces. I have tears sliding down my cheeks. I hide around the corner again and wipe them.

"Do you want this ring back, or do you want me to keep it?" he asks. I rest my head back against the wall and shut my eyes and sigh.

"I want it back." I mumble. My voice is weak from all the crying I've been doing. He probably locked himself in this office and painted all night.

"Are you going to hide, or are you going to come over here and give me a hug?" he asks. He's wording his words very carefully.

I want nothing more than to be in his arms right now. His arms are the only place I truly feel safe. I peek my head around the corner again, and he gives me that smile. The one he only gives to me. The one that reaches his eyes, the one that shows so much love and desire and passion, the one that makes my stomach flutter and my heart sputter, and my breath get erratic. The one that makes me all warm and tingly inside and makes my eyes go dark with desire. "I'm going to come give you a hug." I mumble, stepping out of my hiding space and walking right into his open arms.

PEETA'S POV

It's clear she hasn't slept. It's clear she's been crying, but I knew that.

"Well I'm going to the mall." Mom announces.

"Yeah, I want to explore." Almost everyone leaves, and eventually, we're alone. I slip the ring onto the correct hand.

"Peeta…I'm really sorry I'm such a bitch-"

"Don't. You're not a bitch. You are not a bitch at all. I hate myself for saying that. You're not a bitch. Not even close. Please don't think that." I take her face in my hands, practically begging. She bites my lip.

"Okay…" she mumbles.

"So…we have the house to ourselves…would you rather go out and do something, or stay here?" I ask.

"Honestly?"

"Honestly. Anything you want to do, we'll do it." I answer.

"Let's go out to lunch and then walk around the city. Can we go see the lighting of the tree? Pleeeease baby?" she begs, resting her hand on my chest.

"Okay…on one condition." I murmur.

"Anything," she answers.

"We get to have sex tonight."

"Deal, let me go and get ready, I'm gonna wear a dress." She heads for the stairs, but then stops and grabs my hand, pulling me with her. She strips completely naked and grabs a bra. Then she looks at it, at me, and then shakes her head and drops it in her drawer and grabs a soft orange lacy strapless pushup bra and puts it on. She adjusts her boobs and gets matching panties. She grabs a coral neon and white striped dress that is loose like her wearing one of my shirts, and puts a belt around her waist. It goes to ten inches above her knee and have three quarter sleeves. It sounds short, but it's not. It shows no cleavage but still drive me crazy because you can tell she's got her pushup on. She puts on fiery red flats and walks into the bathroom. She doesn't shut the door as she uses the toilet.
She brushes her hair and teeth after she washes her hands and rolls on deodorant. She of course puts her hair in a braid.

"Come here," I mumble after she sprays on her sweet pea perfume. She doesn't need it. She wears it so much the scent has become natural. She walks over to me and I undo her hair. "Leave it down. You never leave it down." I mumble. She grabs her usual purse and dumps it on the bed. "What's this?" I ask, picking up some type of stick wrapped in yellow plastic. She grabs it from my hand and rips open the package revealing a blue tube with something you push. "Why do you have this in your purse? What is it?" I ask.

She snickers. "Oh Peeta, Peeta, Peeta baby, your so clueless sometimes." She laughs.

"What is it?" I ask.

"A tampon. You push this stick." She pushes the skinnier part of the blue tube on the bottom and a white type cotton thing come out. She pulls it all the way out and I see a string attached. "And it goes inside of you." she grins.

"Gross! Is it used?" I demand. She licks it.

"Yup," she replies. I gag.

"Katniss, your so disgusting sometimes." I grumble.

"Of course it's not used, you bloody idiot!" she throws it at me. "Does it look bloody to you?"

"No…" he mumbles. "What hole does the blood come out of? The one that I go in or the one that you pee from?" She llaughs loudly, throwing her head back.

"The one that you go into."

"Oh god! Gross, I'm never going in there again!" I gasp. Her eyes snap up to mine.

"Why?" she demands.

"I'm just kidding. I'll go in there when your bleeding. I don't give a fuck." I laugh and she smirks.

"You may have to. I'm due today." She announces. She walks into the bathroom and gets more of the stick tampon things.

"Don't they have flat tampons that stick to your underwear?" He demands.

"It's called pads, Peeta. Tampons go in, pads stay out. I use tampons because pads feel like I'm wearing a diaper. I only use them at night."

"Oh…does the entire thing go in or just the tip?"

"Everything but the string." She replies.

"What! That's long!"

"Not as long as your dick." She replies as she grabs a black backpack purse and puts everything from her other purse inside it.

"Does it hurt? When it goes in?" I ask.

"No." she replies.

"Why not?" I demand.

"Peeta…its already wet down there from the blood. It doesn't hurt at all. It just goes in…" she shrugs.

"Does it feel good?" I ask.

"It doesn't feel good like it does when you go in there. It just goes in."

"Does it hurt to sit?" I demand. She sighs.

"No."

"Am I pissing you off?" I ask.

"No. I want you to ask questions. If we're getting married you need to know what you're walking into."

"Okay…" I trail off. She stands up.

"Ready to go?" she asks.

"Yes, let's go."

….1….

We wander all around the city, looking around at people. Occasionally, I'll catch her eye, and right when I do, she blushes and smiles and looks away, her free hand fiddling with her hair.

People are all around today, and most everyone gapes at us.

I catch her eye again, and she flushes and fiddles with her hair. I pull her to a stop and turn to face her. She leans against the wall of the store we're outside of. "What's wrong?" she asks. This is the first word we've said, both of us have been in a comfortable silence.

"Nothing, I love you. Your beautiful." She blushes and I caress her cheek, then she melts into my hand, shutting her eyes for a moment before standing on tiptoe to give me a kiss.

"I love you too." She whispers. Right when our lips collided, we both heard the click of a camera. I don't care. People don't think we're actually in love and Haymitch and Rye are making us fix it. I don't care though, this isn't acting. I'm not going to act to please the world. I love my girl, and I'm going to show it for real. She puts her hand on my cheek, and I feel the coolness of her ring on my cheek. Her hands are freezing, and that's when I remember she has no jacket on.

"Your cold." I whisper, putting my hand over hers.

"I'm fine," she brushes me off.

"Here," I start to take my jacket off but she grabs both sides and stops me.

"No." she says stubbornly.

"Please?" I beg. She searches my eyes for a long time.

"I don't want you to get cold." She whispers

"I won't. Your touch is warming my whole body." I murmur. She sighs and releases my coat, standing up so she's not leaning on the wall. I drape the coat around her shoulders. My phone starts ringing at the same time as hers

"Hello?" I ask after digging it out of my jacket she's wearing.

"Hey little bro…what do you think about going on Ellen today?" Rye asks. I sigh.

"Eh-"

"It would be with Katniss." He says. I look at her and see her looking at me.

"I'll do it." We say at the same time.

…a…

KATNISS'S POV

"So…I think we've all been dying to actually have you together on a show." Ellen says. "You two are just adorable. Peeta, have you seen Katniss's photo-shoot with GQ and Esquire?" Ellen asks me.

"I have not," Peeta says.

"Oh god, you're not going to put them up there, are you?" I moan. Peeta smirks.

"Oh no, put them up there." He says. I glare at him and the entire audience laughs, Ellen too.

"Well of course we're going to put them up there! They haven't even been released yet and I get the pleasure of releasing both of them with the two of you here!" Ellen claps her hands.

I hide my head in my hands as a loud groan escapes my lips. "This is so embarrassing." I admit.

"She hasn't even got the photo's up yet." Peeta says.

"It doesn't matter. It's really embarrassing." I mumble.

"So I heard a rumor…we'll get to the photo's later. Anyways, I heard a rumor about you two. I want you guys to confirm it." She says.

"Alright…" Peeta says. I sit up.

"There's three. First of all, your engaged."

"That's true," I admit. People gasp and then start screaming.

"Really? I was almost positive that was fake. Oh! You're wearing the ring, let me see it!" she exclaims. I hold my hand out for her to see.

"It's beautiful!" she exclaims. "Next…you guys had your first fight last night?" I tense, and Peeta's hand locks on my leg in a comforting manner.

"That's true too." Peeta says.

"What happened? If you don't mind me asking," I look to Peeta to ask him silently if we should tell.

"Well…" Peeta begins.

"After the announcement for the Grammys-" A round of applause cuts me off. "We had a huge party. I live in a gigantic house with Johanna."

"What do you mean by gigantic?" she asks.

'Ten bedrooms, thirteen bathrooms and eight half bathrooms, a sixty person theater that's bigger than some theaters, a secret thing in the wall, a huge kitchen-"

"Don't forget the game room and the grand ballroom that can fix two hundred and fifty people." Peeta says.

"Yes, and a seventy foot infinity pool."

"Do you live in the La Belvedere?" she asks.

"To be honest…I don't know. I live in my house…that's all I know."

"Is this your mansion right here?" she asks. A photo of my mansion pops up on the screen.

"Yes." I reply.

"Yeah, this is one of the most expensive houses in the world." She says. I raise my eyebrows.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yes…" she trails off. "There's photos of your house all over online." She stars showing pictures of random rooms and I'm surprised to find that I didn't know. "Okay, off topic," she laughs. I smile.

"Right…what were we-oh, right! Sorry, I'm ADHD! Okay, so we had a party in the ballroom. As everyone knows, I got arrested for all that wine, and thank god people were drinking it. Anyways, there were so many wine glasses on the counter and the dishwasher was full. So…say this is the sink right here…" I put my hand in front of me after pulling the ring off. "I set the ring right here, right in front of the sink…" I put the ring back on. "And I'm a really bad clean freak…it's like a disease or something. O I was washing the dishes and I put the soap back and…I saw the ring was gone. I moved some of the bubbles out of the way and saw it go down the drain. I went and told Peeta and since we hadn't told anyone we were engaged yet, we couldn't tell people, so we snuck off to the kitchen to get the ring out…" I laugh a bit. "And we somehow broke the pipe and flooded the kitchen." People in the audience gasp. "So we flooded the kitchen and we were drenched. We were scrambling around for the ring because it came out and it somehow got stuck under the fridge. We kept shouting at each other and said some things that we didn't mean; I got mad and gave him the ring back and then locked myself in my room. I have this issue when I get upset; I lock myself in my room until someone forces me out."

"That's true. She lays down in her bra and underwear, or…nothing, and wraps herself in this really fuzzy blanket I gave her after everything with the jail and stuff. She lays there and cries for hours, and then she takes a two hour long bubble bath and lays back down in nothing or her bra and underwear and watches the Kardashians. She doesn't come out for food or anything."

"Yeah…" I trail off.

"So I had to go home and I hid in my office all night and painted and then I got this idea…"

"Which was so cute," I cut in.

"It wasn't cute…it was…never mind, I don't know what I'm saying."

"Yeah, so I was laying in the blanket…it was three in the afternoon by now. My house ha surround sound that goes through the whole house. I, and Peeta I didn't tell you this, but music started playing and I jumped and fell out of bed. Then I got mad and started getting dressed to go tell everyone to keep it down and then Peeta started singing. I kept creeping closer and closer downstairs."

"And almost at the end of the song, she peeked just her eyes around the corner. When I finished and asked if she wants to keep the ring, she hid again, and I thought it was so cute."

"Cute? Why was that cute?" I ask.

"Everything you do is cute. Your just so cute." He says. "Anyways, we made up and everything…" my face is red from the blush he put on my cheeks.

"Okay…rumor three." Ellen says. "Katniss, you're pregnant?" she asks. I look at Peeta and then we burst out laughing.

"No! I'm not pregnant, nor will I be pregnant until after we get married." I gasp. We're practically falling over one another from laughter.

"Sorry!" Peeta chokes, trying to calm down. He takes one look at me and then we start laughing again. "We get a kick out of these."

Finally, after ten minutes, we stop laughing. "We're almost done, but after this commercial break we're going to see those photos of Katniss!"

They go to break.

"You guys know that I know your faking your love, right?" Ellen asks. Our eyes snap up, locking first, and then onto her.

"What?" I repeat.

"You're faking. You're terrible at acting and I know your faking."

"We're not faking anything!" I exclaim.

"And Katniss, you're a terrible liar. You guys are so obviously fak-and we're back, with Katniss and Peeta!"

I'm so pissed off. I'm so fucking angry! We're not faking anything! Why would she think that and how dare she say that we're faking!

Ellen is shooting me a warning look as if saying 'fuck my show up and I fuck you up'

"Yeah, no we're not. Fuck you. Let's go Peeta, we're leaving. You won't see either one of us on your fucking show again, Ellen." I rip off the microphone and drop it on the floor, ripping Peeta's off and dropping it on the floor too. Peeta doesn't bother argue with me. He knows better than that. I storm out of the studio, pulling Peeta behind me. We have to walk to the car and I stomp the whole way. He doesn't tell me to calm down, he doesn't tell me to stop overreacting. He doesn't say anything. After a while, I break into a sprint, and he runs alongside me. He doesn't care when I take the keys from his hand. I don't say anything as I speed all the way to my house. Everyone is here, and Haymitch is waiting outside with Rye, both of them furious. I stop the car and slam the door. Peeta shoves his hands in his pockets and follows me.

"Have you fucking lot your goddamn mind!" Haymitch shouts the second the door is closed.

"Haymitch, I really wouldn't-" Peeta begins.

"No! I haven't lost my fucking mind! Schedule me for another one of her fucking shows and you're fired!" I shout back as I storm into the kitchen, anger practically steaming off my skin. "I wish a hid a fucking gun to put to that bitches head! What a damn asshole!" I get a beer from the fridge and slam the door.

"I couldn't schedule you for another fucking show even if I wanted to! Same goes for Peeta! You're lucky if you still have any fucking fans by tomorrow morning!"

"Come on, it's not that bad-"

"Not that bad! Did youo see what happened after you left?"

"No, we didn't I don't even fucking care-"

"Yes you do." He grabs the remote from Cinna and rewinds the TV.

"Yeah, no we're not. Fuck you. Let's go Peeta, we're leaving. You won't see either one of us on your fucking show again, Ellen." I snarl before ripping off both our microphones and pulling Peeta away. People start demanding what happened and Ellen struggles to calm the audience. Something flies at the camera and it shatters.

The screen goes dark and fuzzy and it cut to a newscaster who's jaw is half open. "Well I believe we just was the asshole side of Katniss Everdeen." He says.

"I agree with you, don."

Haymitch shuts off the TV and turns to me. "What do you have to say for yourself?" he snaps.

"What do i-are you fucking crazy! I don't care what they think! I don't care what you think, of you, or you, or anyone else in the fucking world! I only care what Peeta thinks."

"Peeta, what do you think about this?" Haymitch demands.

He shrugs. "Ellen kind of deserved it." He says quietly.

"See! You don't even fucking know what happened during the break! Don't talk like you do when you fucking don't!" I shout. I hear a horn honk outside and my phone lights up and I see a ton of papararazzi outside.

"Are you-are you fucking kidding me! No! I'm fucking had it!" I storm over to the buttons and press the safe house one. "I hope to god they get in! I don't care who dies." And then I turn around and storm upstairs, slamming the door behind me.