This is really just a little filler chapter until the ball. The ball doesn't happen in this chapter. Kay?

Oh. And I didn't get 10 reviews. I mean come on! Theirs more than TEN of you reading this.

1098 ~ I assume you meant you don't like Cato and Katniss love stories xD. But, I hope you like the chapter anyways. I think you might... :)

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NOTE: I do not own the hunger games or Wild Child.

The little snippet of song at the end is Make this go on forever, by Snow Patrol.

Enjoy!

Katniss POV.

Do you know how beautiful the night sky is?
It's mixed colours of black, deep blue and mixed in purple, with sometimes a hint of pink.
And the stars just light it up, highlighting every colour, every shade, every drop of everything in the sky.

And it's beautiful.

As you would have guessed it's midnight.
I snuck out of the dorm via my window about half an hour ago.
I went down the large grassy hill just a little bit away from my dorm, and sat on the middle boulder. There are three large, grey boulders positioned on the hill, that overlooks the town.
I am just sitting there, hands clasped.

Thinking.

When I saw Peeta and Glimmer together, you may have thought I didn't care. About that. About them. About him.

But I was really breaking inside.

You see, I never mentioned before, I had a boyfriend before I came up here.
Gloss. I really, really liked him.
And then, two days before I left Miami, I caught him making out with Cashmere in the closet in MY room. A tear falls down my cheek. I don't bother to wipe it away.

You all may thing I rushed into things with Peeta, but due to past experiences, I learned if you like someone, you have to make them know that. Right?
And I really liked him. I still do.
When I saw him and Glimmer, the old me would have ripped Glimmer's head off, then just destroyed Peeta.
But I've changed.
I was just too hurt to do anything. Except pretend.
Pretend that I was fine with having my heart broken at the hands of a guy I met two weeks ago. That it was really fine the girl I hate and him were kissing right in front of me.

And pretend that I was happy.

I also remembered something tonight. A hidden memory in the back of my mind, from when I was a little five year old girl, visiting my grandparents on my mothers side in England.

I laughed as my mother made another failed attempt to catch the green ball we were throwing back and forth. She groaned and ran to get the ball, that had landed on the back of the garden. I sighed and turned around, to see a small, orange bouncy ball at my feet.
I stared at it for a few moments, wondering where it came from. I looked around the large garden,for any clue at who could have thrown it, when I saw him.
A little boy with floppy ashen blonde hair, and the brightest blue eyes, poking his head out from the side of his house. He was the boy who lived next door.
I picked up the ball, and held it out to him, a smile on my face.
" Don't be shy. You can get your ball."
He smiled shyly and slowly walked towards me, as if he was scared of me. When he eventually arrived, I smiled as I dropped the ball in his outstretched hands.
" You don't have to be scared. I don't bite."
I laughed. So did he, granted a bit nervously. I grinned at him, then held out my hand.
" I'm Katniss. Katniss Everdeen.".
He took my outstretched hand, shaming it firmly.
" I'm Peeta. Peeta Mellark." He said, his voice strong, all hints of fear or shyness gone now.
" Nice to meet you Peeta". I smile.
He smiles back.
" You have a funny accent.". He remarks.
I laugh.
" I'm American." I say proudly.
He looks interested.
" I'm English." He states.
" Your accent is pretty sweet." I tell him.
He looks confused.
" Sweet? Like the sugar that daddy uses to bake with?". He says.
I giggle and shake my head.
" No! As in Sweet. Cool, awesome, great!". I exclaim. He nods in awe.
" That's strange." He shakes his head.
I raise my eyebrows.
" Have you heard your English words?
Minger?". I state.
" It means dirty!". He yells.
I sigh.
" I know that now."
He looks down at the ground, shuffling nervously.
" Well, if that's what sweet is, I think your pretty sweet." I blush, and bite my lip.
" Thank you. So are you."
He looks up, and smiles,
then opens his mouth, but a voice interrupts.
" Katniss?". I turn around to see my mother standing on the lawn.
" I think we should go in for lunch now." I nod at her, then turn to Peeta.
" Well, bye Peeta Mellark. I'll see you around."
He smiles.
" I hope so Katniss Everdeen."
I smile and skip off to my mother, and wave at him as he runs into his house.
" Who was that?". My mother asks as we walk into the hallway.
" Peeta. Peeta Mellark." I shrug.
" He seemed nice."
She says as I flop into a chair.
" Yeah. Nice." I murmer.

" Katniss?".

I jump at the sound of my name, pulling me back into reality with a thud.
I hurtle around to see Peeta, his face highlighted in the moonlight.
He looks terrible. His blonde hair is stuck up at all ends, his blue eyes are dull and tired, and he just stands there. Unsmiling. Any trace of the five year old boy from my memory is gone now.
Despite his looks, I scowl when I see him.
" What do you want?". I hiss, sitting back down on the rock, arms folded.
He slowly approaches the rock next to me, flopping down on it.
" I wanted to see if you were ok. You seemed to take the whole Glimmer thing pretty well. A little too well."
My head whips around, my silver eyes narrowed at him.
" Oh yeah. I'm fine. I'm just the stupid little slutty American girl that doesn't get hurt if she sees the boy who supposedly likes her making out with his ex in the middle of the hallway." I sneer.
He looks shocked.
" It wasn't like that-"
" WELL WHY WE'RE YOU KISSING HER?!" I yell. Peeta jumps.
I sigh, turning to face the scenery again.
" I know we weren't that serious. It was only like what, a week? But just cause it was that short, doesn't mean I can't get hurt." I say, a lot softer now.
Peeta sighs.
" She kissed me, Katniss."
I laugh, a hard, cold laugh.
" You could have pulled away."
He stands up abruptly.
" She was shoving me into a wall , Katniss. I was in shock. It's not everyday someone just starts kissing you in the corridor." He yells, his face red.
I stand up too.
" Well, that just makes it all better , doesn't it? That I have to compete with one of the most powerful girls in school is ok with you. Isn't it?". I flop back down, exhausted.
He sits down to, and we sit in silence.
" You know, I remembered something about you." I say after a few seconds.
He raises his eyebrows.
" What?". He asks, a sudden interest in his voice.
I look into his blue eyes.
" I met you when I was five. You lived next door to my grandparents."
I say softly.
He thinks for a moment, then his eyes widen.
" You were the pretty girl that lived next door during summer?". He gasps.
I raise an eyebrow skeptically.
" Yeah. I suppose so."
He sits for a moment.
I just stare out at the stars.

For the next few minutes, I forget about everything. Cato, Glimmer, The ball, the tired boy sitting next to me, and I just stare at the sky. It is just perfect for the next few minutes, until he speaks.
" I remember something to."
I look at him. " Hmm?"
He nods. " It was only about two years ago." I sigh.

Two years ago.

I shove my hands into my short pockets.
It's an unusually hot day in England, and I'm taking my sister to her friend Julia's house. It's the peak of summer, and their are many children running around.
Prim clings on to my hand, like she's afraid to let go.
I think she might.
After the car accident three years ago, I was in a coma for an entire month. They were gonna cut off my life machine, but I woke up just as the doctor came into to do so.
I give her a warm smile.
" You ok? " I ask.
The eleven year old girl just nods.
We turn into a house with a freshly mown lawn, and a shiny orange car. We're about to knock on the door, when a voice startles me.
" It's open."
I jump as a boy pops out from the side of the car. My eyes widen. He has startling blue eyes, and short stubble on his face. His floppy blonde hair is swept back by his hands, and he's shirtless.
Wow.
" You can just go in. Julia's waiting."
Prim nods, and dashes into the house, pushing the door closed. I stare at the white door.
" Bye then." I mutter.
The boy chuckles.
I turn to face him.
" I guess I'll be going then,". I say, and start to walk away.
" No! You can stay. It's pretty boring out here."
I bite my lip.
" Are you sure?". He nods. I smile, and lean on the front of the car.
" So, is this your house?". I gesture to the cottage.
He shakes his head. " I babysit Julia."
I roll my eyes.
" And now Prim."
He laughs.
" It's really no trouble. Julia can get a bit lonely sometimes."
I nod.
" Well, it's a nice car. Is that yours?". I suggest.
He grins and nods.
" Yup. You like?". I smile and nod.
" It's really... orange."
He laughs.
" Yeah. It's my favourite color."
I raise my eyebrows.
" Orange?".
He shakes his head.
" The colours Sunset. A mixture of yellow, orange, and a drop if punk mixed in. Oh and some red. I painted it myself.". He says proudly.
I nod.
" Wait. Your old enough to drive?". He blushes.
" No. I just like to show off.".
He mutters.
I laugh and slap his arm.
" It's ok. I've got a little green mini up in my grandparents garage."
He smiles.
" What's your name anyway?". He asks as he wipes down the bonnet.
" Katniss. You?".
" Peeta. Nice to meet you. Again."
I pause. " Again?"
He stops.
" Yeah. We met when we were five. I live next door to your grandparents."
I think for a minute.
" Your orange ball boy?". He nods.
" Oh! I'm sorry. I have a really bad memory."
He shrugs.
" It's okay."
He takes the soapy sponge off the car, and flicks into the bucket. At least that's where it was aimed for. I gasp as a foamy pile of bubbles lands on my arm.
His eyes widen.
" Katniss, I'm so sorry."
I act hurt.
" Peeta! That's so cruel. I'm leaving." I turn, and quickly grab the other foamy sponge. " Katniss! Come back."
I stop, then turn around, quickly flicking some foam at him.
He gasps.
" Oh it's on." He sneers.
I narrow my eyes.
" It's on, like donkey kong." I retort.
He grabs a bucket and chucks water at me.
I squeal, and duck behind the car. I slowly shuffle around the car, and grab the hose.
I smile. And then I'm screaming as a bucket of cold water pours over my head.
I look up to see Peeta on top of the car.
I narrow my eyes, and in a split second, spin the tap to turn the water on, and aim the hose at him.
He jumps as water soaks him to the skin.
" Katniss!". He runs on to the lawn, and trips over. I gasp.
" Peeta?". I run over, then trip over next to him.
We just lie down, staring at the sky, laughing.

And then the sprinklers turn on.
We gasp, then start laughing.

That was a good day.

My mouth twitches at that memory. I run my hands through my hair.
" I can't believe I forgot about that."
I say softly, shaking my head.
I keep my eyes to my front, but I can hear Peeta shuffling closer. I bite back a smile. " You were a really nice guy. Back then."
I mutter. Peeta shakes his head.
" I still am! Please, tell me someone's never kissed you out of the blue."
I think for a moment. Well.
There was Brutus. I shudder at the memory of that huge gross bags lips on mine. Oh. I get what he means now.

I turn to Peeta, and just nod. A simple nod.
I then hop of the rocks, and lie back on the soft, green grass, star gazing.
Peeta hops down and joins me, his body lying very close to mine. It sends shivers down my spine. I am just too tired of being angry with him.
" Katniss?".
" Yeah?". " Your the prettiest girl I've ever met."
I chuckle at his words.
" What about Glimmer?". I tease, giving him a sideways glance.
He sighs, his face stonily serious.
" I used to think Glimmer was pretty. I suppose she still is. But she doesn't have inner beauty."
I bite my lip, studying him carefully.
" What do you mean?". I ask.
He closes his eyes.
" Glimmer's a bitch. She's just. so. mean."
I nod. He rolls over, so he's on his knees, looking down on me. My legs are sprawled out in between his. I bite my lip again.
" But you... Your just... nice."
I laugh.
" Nice? I once tried to blow up one of my Dad's girlfriends. Your calling me 'nice'?".
He rolls his eyes.
" Yeah. I am. I'm just the twit that let Glimmer kiss me." He runs his fingers through his hair.
I close my eyes, and take a deep breath.
When I open them, I can't seem to take my eyes of his lips. Soft, and pink, tired from all the sorry's he uttered. No other guy that's ever cheated on me has ever said sorry, and sounded like they meant it. I press my lips together.
" Peeta?". I whisper.
" Yeah?". He says huskily.
" You are sorry, right?". I ask, my voice still a whisper.
His blue eyes lock onto mine, shining in the moonlight.
" I am truly sorry. I am so sorry I ruined everything, that I hurt you, and that I let Glimmer kiss me.". I nod, and sit up, my face just inches away from his.
" I'm glad you are sorry. But Peeta?".
He looks up.
" Did you ever want to... Kiss... Me?". I say shyly.
He looks at my lips, his eyes dreamy.
" Yes. A lot." I smile.
" But, you know what the real question is?". He says softly, his thumb brushing over my cheek. I shake my head.
" What it would be like to kiss you."
And with that, his lips come crashing down on mine.

The last girl and the last reason to make this last for as long as I could,
The first kiss and the first time, that I felt connected to anything.

There we go! :D

So, I might not be able to update as often, as school starts in 10 days, then I have this 24/24 author collaboration to write for, so yeah.

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