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Chapter 3: Why Is He Like This?
Peeta and I arrive at my home. I hesitate and say, "Okay, thanks for bringing me. You should get going." I try getting the bag from him, but he dodges me. "No, it's unpolite to let a girl enter her house alone." he states. He knocks on the door and I panic. "Umm, no! It's fine, I'm home, Peeta. You can go home, now!" He shakes his head and smiles. My mother opens the door confused on who can be out here in this weather. She sees me and Peeta and smiles.
"Why hello, I see you brought Katniss home! Come in! It's freezing out there." she says politely. I bow my head in shame for what Peeta might think our home is. But the look on his face, makes him seem so happy to be here. He closes the umbrella as I enter the house first. He comes in after me and closes the door. Prim sees me and comes over running. "Katniss, your safe!" I catch her into a hug and say, "I'm perfectly fine, Prim."
Peeta clears his throat, and extends his hand to my mother. "Peeta Mellark, Mrs. Everdeen. Bakers youngest son." She smiles and laughs, "Of course, who doesn't know you Peeta? Your such a wonderful boy." His cheeks flush in red and he answers, "Why thank you, Mrs. Everdeen." She asks, "What's in the bag?" He answers, "Bread, from Katniss' trade with my father. I volunteered to carry it for you." She smiles and takes it from him and says, "Why that is much bread." He looks at me and says, "Well, it was a fair trade." I look down and try to remember that this is not charity. Just generosity.
She turns to me, "I'm so proud of you, Katniss." I nod, and she walks to the kitchen table. Prim, as always adorable, comes up and extends her hand to Peeta. She says, "Hi, Peeta! I'm Primrose, but you can call me Prim!" He grabs her into a hug and crushes her playfully. She squeals, and he lets go. "Nice to meet you, Prim." She giggles and he reaches to his pocket in the side of his coat, and takes out a brown bag. He gives her the bag, "These are for you." She reaches happily, and says, "Thank you. What are they?" He smiles and shrugs, "I don't know. See them yourself." She opens the bag and yells happily, "Cookies!"
I can't help at smiling how happy she is. She attacks Peeta with a hug and he smiles widely. She says through tears, "Thank you, I've never had cookies." He says, "I'll make sure you have one everyday." She quietly nods and repeats, "Thank you." She goes on with Mother and I say, "Peeta, thank you." He smiles and talks in the most soothing voice I have ever heard, "Anything for you, Katniss." Now I'm confused; why anything for me. I just hope it's because Peeta is so generous.
I say, "You should get going. A storm like that doesn't get any better." I take off his coat and hand it over to him. He shakes his head and says, "No, not at all. You keep it I have another one." I disagree, "No, take your coat Peeta." He shakes his head and says, "I want you to have it." Peeta's words are making me so confused. But before I can get my mind straight, he announces to my mother, "Mrs. Everdeen? I'm leaving already." She comes out and says, "Already? Are you sure you don't want to stay for dinner?" I look at my mother wide eye, showing her not to push it. We barely have any food for ourselves.
Peeta senses my discomfort and says, "No, ma'am thank you, but I must get home soon. Some other time would be nice." She nods and Prim comes over to hug Peeta. She yells, "Bye, Peeta! Be careful!" He laughs, "I will Prim keep care. If the weather gets better tell Katniss to take you to the bakery, so you could get some cookies." She nods and turns to me, I say, "Thank you, Peeta." He turns towards my family, "Anything for the Everdeen's." Then he turns to me one more time, "Anything for you, Katniss." And with that he leaves my house, into the cold weather. He leaves me wondering why he thinks anything should be for me?
So you guys like or nah? Help me out, I like this. It's going good. "Afraid of what they might lose, might get scraped or they might get bruised. You could beg them, what's the use? That's why it's called a moment of truth." -Soldier by Gavin DeGraw.