a/n: hey guys! sorry I haven't updated in like 5 billion years, I've been very vusy :) I've been going out with friends a lot, and I was focusing on a small pice for a writing contest, so I kinda forgot about FF for a while.

anyway, this chap is a little short; but it's cute and a little bonding chapter between Katniss and Peeta :)

disclaimer: dear, I'm writing fanfiction. If I owned the Hunger Games, I wouldn't be here.

and dear FF: whatever your reasons for deleting and suspending accounts are, you've never done this in the past. please stop. no-one likes having their accounts deleted or their stories to dissappear.

"Peet, look at this!" Katniss exclaims from her desk. I chuckle and sit beside her, looking at the computer screen. She points to the screen, where the comments of her latest video starts.
"Top Comments: Say You'll Stay by R5 - Cover by: Girl on Fire"
'like if you want to be Peeta's boyfriend' Katniss smirks at me, and I blush furiously. Erm, thank you?
'Thumbs up if you want Peeta and Katniss together! 3' Katniss blushes at that comment. I notice with great pleasure that the comment has more than 400 thumbs up. I smirk at Katniss.
"Well sweetheart, let's give them a show," I say moving closer. Katniss laughs and we end up chasing each other around the complex. Our happy screams echo throughout the houses. I'm sure Haymitch, the town drunk that lives here is grumbling at us. I laugh at the thought. I feel a tap on my shoulder.
"HAH!" Katniss screams, while running up the stairs. "You're it!" she screams, now at a far distance. I chuckle and get back to catching Katniss.

She sits at the top of the playground roof, a place where I can tag her. Too easy. She spots me and laughs.
"Try and get me lover boy!" she yells teasingly. Oh snap. Lover boy? She's gonna get it now.
"You probably shouldn't have done that." I say blankly and climb the ladder to easily step onto the roof. She panics, and I take this moment to tag her and jump off the roof.
"Now you're it!" I say happily, running off into the distance and hiding in someone's backyard. I really hope it's not that snappy girl, Johanna Mason's backyard. She could kill me with an axe if she wanted to. Yeesh.

"Hey!" a gruff voice barks from behind me. Shoot. Slowly, I turn around, biting my lip and preparing myself if it's freaky Johanna Mason. My eyes catch a pair of sea-green ones and a smirky teenager helps me up. With his bronze hair and his impressive stature he's bound to pound my face in. His smug smile gives him away though.
"So," he starts, his deep voice thickened with an amused tone. I glare at him then dust some dirt off my pants. The smirk still stays plastered on his face. I can still hear Katniss' laughter echoing through the neighborhood.
"Everdeen girl, huh?" he asks, still with the amused grin stuck on his. I narrow my eyes at him, and he chooses this moment to burst out in laughter.
"Oh," he laughs. "oh-that is rich!" he snickers at me loudly, his hand covering his mouth. I throw a deadly glare his way, then creep out of his backyard. I peer around the side of the teenager's house and seeing as I see no Katniss in sight, I carefully step out of the cover of the house. I look around constantly to see if a sneaky Katniss is around, making sure my steps are quiet. I reach the grass by the complex playground unseen. Some time ago, the sounds of Katniss calling my name has ceased. I can't help but feel a little worried; that Nate guy could've gotten to her or she could have been hurt, but I know I'm overreacting. I stand under the willow tree that stands peacefully half in Katniss' backyard, and half in mine, and huff a small breath. I like this willow tree. All it's billowy leaves touch the ground, so when you go in, it's like a large green fort. And okay, maybe I like it a little more than I should just because it gives me a clear line to Katniss' backyard. I sit in silence, my back against the smooth bark of the thick trunk. I haven't heard Katniss in a while, so naturally, I start to get worried. After a good five minutes of sitting I stand up and brush away a few tendrils of willow leaves and look outside. My eyes scan the landscape, and I see no Katniss in sight. I huff in exasperation, and turn back around; letting the leaves sway back into place and the moment I decide to sit back down, I hear a light laugh and a weight fall onto my back. For a moment I think it's a clumsy squirrel, but I remember that squirrels don't laugh uncontrollably. And squirrels definitely don't have dark brown hair that blows in my face. Oh dear.
"Katniss?" I hear a laugh in response to my question, and Katniss wraps her arms around my neck and lets her head rest on my shoulder. I feel her grin against my face and I smile happily as I make my way out of the willow tree. And as I give her a good piggy-back ride, I can't help but wish that it'll always be like this.

Katniss, I'm liking you a little more each day.