If you've read my other story, you know I don't like to drag on Intro's sooooo guys here's chapter 2 of this story. Go read my other story called "You've Always Had My Heart." Its good.
Chapter 2: Generosity Will Always Be Charity For Me
Peeta looks at me and I freeze. He immediately yells towards the bakery, "Father, we need a towel, and a blanket!" He turns back to me and waves me to come foward, "Come in, Katniss." I stutter, "No-n-n-no, I-I-I-" He cuts me off by shaking his head and coming out and pushing me inside the bakery. As I climb the steps, I enter into the delicious warmth of the bakery. I shiver and Peeta closes the back door behind me. One of the other baker's son's say, "Come over here, Katniss. Take a seat. You need to warm up. What the hell were you doing out there? It's freezing!" I'm amazed at how these boys were treating her. She was used to merchant's cold stares. But these boys seemed to be as warm-hearted as the bakery itself.
Mr. Mellark comes back into the stairs, with towels and a blanket. He sees me and smiles, "Ms. Everdeen, what were you thinking? Barley, make her hot tea now." His oldest son, Barley, goes to the oven and settles the kettle to make tea. Peeta insists, "Katniss take a seat, please." I turn towards him, and he looks so concerned. Mr. Mellark gives me a towel and I take a seat. I am so confused, and look at them all staring at me. I finally snap out of my trance, "I just need to trade, Mr. Mellark."
He shakes his head, "No ma'am, you need some warmth and food. Peeta go warm her the cheese buns you made." He nods his head, and says, "Yes, father." His second-oldest son, Rye, unfolds the blanket and places it on me. I immediately feel how warm the blanket is. I grab the towel and unbraid my hair to dry it. I dry my hair and slip off my coat. I wipe my arms and wrap the blanket around myself tightly. Peeta comes back and hands me a plate of what I suppose are cheese buns. They look warm and golden. He says, "They're warm I hope you like them." I look up to see his face red, and I don't know if he is blushing, or its the heat in here. I say, "Thank you." Barley brings me tea and says, "Here be careful, its hot." I take the tea and take a sip.
The tea warmths my throat and I feel like my chest is alive again. I look at the cheese buns and look at the Mellarks', they all look at me waiting for something. I ask, "Did I do something wrong?" Mr. Mellark chuckles and answers, "No darling, they want you to taste the cheese buns." I respond, "Oh." I grab a cheese bun, and take a bite. And god, I felt like I was eating the finest food in the world. I let out an involuntary moan, closing my eyes, "Hmmmm." The Mellark brothers go crazy.
"Why?! That's not fair!" Rye yells. Barley pouts, "Peeta always wins, that is not fair, you're cheating or something." Peeta raises his hands in triumph, "What can I say? I make the best cheese buns in District 12!" Rye throws his apron on the counter, "I quit." The boys laugh, in which cause me to laugh as well. They look at me, and Rye smiles, "I made her laugh! I win over everyone!" Laughter fills in the bakery again. As soon as we are done cracking up, Mr. Mellark says, "Well, Ms. Everdeen I would love if you stay here longer, but I assume you need to get back to your little sister, Primrose." I nod and he tells Rye, "Pack Ms. Everdeen, 7 cheese buns, 2 loafs of white bread, 2 loafs of wheat bread, and a pack of golden crackers." Rye nods and gets to packing. My mouth drops at everything, he's giving me. I immediately protest, "Mr. Mellark this is not necessary. I'll I have is one bloody squirrel. If for one moment you think, I will take your pity, I-" He cuts me off, "Ms. Everdeen, this is not charity, this is trade. I want that squirrel and were trading bread. You will not change my mind, and if you choose not to take it. I will send Peeta to give it to your mother."
I'm suprised at his reaction and just nod. Rye gives me the bag full of food and my eyes begin to tear up. Rye places a hand on my shoulder, "For putting food on our table." I gasp, I didn't know they depended on my hunts. Barley says, "For being so brave to go out on a storm to get food for your family. You have balls, Katniss." Peeta smacks his arm and says, "Barley! Uhhh... for being a caring person, Katniss." I look at this family and say, "Thank you. For everything." Mr. Mellark says, "Our pleasure. Anything for the Everdeens." I look at him and see through his eyes, knowing he is thinking of my mother.
He orders, "Peeta, grab the umbrella, and walk Ms. Everdeen home. This storm isn't getting better, and I don't want her alone out there." Peeta nods and heads for the umbrella upstairs. Mr. Mellark says, "Pleasure of having you here, Katniss. You should come around sooner. My boys need some company sometimes. Someone to show them up." I smile and thank him again, "Thank you, Mr. Mellark." He waves me off and Peeta comes down, coat and everything. Carrying an umbrella and another coat in his hand.
He hands me the coat and says, "Please put it on, your coat looks soaked to the cloth." I smile and slip it on, instantly knowing it will keep me warm. I wave good-bye to all and exit the bakery with Peeta. He closes the bakery behing him and opens the umbrella. We begin to walk in a comfortable silence. He sees me struggling with the bag and asks, "Want me to hold it for you?" I nod shyly, asking for help is usually the last thing I do. He grabs it and balances the umbrella with the bread easily.
As we cross the line between the Seam and the Town, I take a look at Peeta's face, and not see disgust, but I see fascination written all over his face. Why would Peeta be fascinated about the Seam? I have noticed Peeta is different from other town people. As we get closer, and closer to my home, I dread Peeta will change his mind about us.
So I know this is different but it will get better trust me, just keep waiting. "Keep holding on, cause you know I'll make it through, just stay strong, because you know him here for you, here for you." -Avril Lavigne. Keep in touch guys. Review! Follow! Favorite! See you guys.