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Disclaimer: I am just a regular teenage girl who loves Peetniss. Not Suzanne Collins, unfortunately.

KATNISS POV

I wake up. I'm in the same position I fell asleep in. I think back to last night, and how I felt about Peeta holding me. Sheesh, I think, when did I become so girly and lovesick?

I turn quietly towards Peeta. He has his arm still around me, the shadow of a smile on his face. I smile too, because neither of us had any nightmares tonight. I feel happy just staring at his handsome face, taking it all in. I trace his features lightly, his cheeks, his nose, and then his lips. I get this sudden urge to press mine against his, like last night, but I can't. I have to control myself.

PEETA POV

As I start to wake up, my eyes still closed, I feel Katniss beside me. I smile slightly, remembering how she came to my house last night, right when I went outside to take a walk because I couldn't sleep. I feel Katniss quietly turn around in my arms, trying not to wake me up even though I'm already awake.

I feel her eyes on me, and I wonder what she's thinking. Does she regret spending the night with me? I hope not, because I really enjoyed it. Neither of us had nightmares.

After a couple of moments of silence, I'm about to open my eyes when I Katniss touches my face. I'm caught off guard, so I have to try to keep up my sleeping façade. I repress a happy shudder from escaping me with all my strength as her fingers trace my lips. She pauses, and again I wonder what goes through her mind.

Forgetting to pretend I'm sleeping for a moment, I open my eyes. Katniss' face immediately turns red and she moves her hand away. "Oh, um, morning, Peeta." She says nervously.

"Good morning, Katniss." I say. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine." She sits up and stretches turning her face away. I smile at her nerves and decide not to mention what just happened. Katniss gets out of the bed as I sit up. She tries to fix her hair, but then just gives up, leaving is all messy. "Hey, thanks again for helping me last night." Katniss says. I only half listen to what she's saying, noticing her pajamas again. She's wearing the tank top and shorts from last night, and again I notice how pretty she looks standing next to the bed talking to me. I tune back in to her as she says, "So I guess I'll just be going then."

"Wait," I say. "Don't you want to stay for breakfast?" I look at the time and see it's half past one. "I mean, lunch?" She hesitates, then sees the hopeful look on my face. Then she nods.

"Sure." She says. Katniss puts on her pants over her shorts, and her shirt over tank top-I am reluctant to see them go by the way-and she slips on her shoes. I watch her go into the bathroom to wash up then I myself get out of bed and get dressed for the day.

KATNISS POV

When I emerge from the bathroom, Peeta is gone. I go downstairs, making sure my hair is fine (wow, what is wrong with me) and then see Peeta in the kitchen. He's mixing in a bowl with a look of such determination on his face. I watch amazed as he pours the batter into a pan and puts it in the oven. When he's done, he turns around to start cleaning up and notices me for the first time. He smiles and waves as if we were kids from across the schoolyard. I laugh, and he looks at me confused.

"What is it?" I shake my head, and just smile. Peeta shrugs and gets to work, cleaning the kitchen. I go over to help him, and he says, "Oh, Katniss I got it. It's not much." Typical Peeta. I ignore him and help anyway, and he just lets me, deciding not to mess with me. We work in a comfortable silence and when we finish, Peeta tells me to sit as he checks on the bread. The bread is ready, so he takes it out of the oven, careful not to get burned. I smell the bread, and its warm scent overwhelms me, in a good way.

Peeta cuts the bread in slices and brings it onto the small table in the kitchen. Then he goes to the fridge and brings the butter out. He sits across from me, and we both dig in. As I put butter on my bread, Peeta looks deep in thought. He eats his bread and when he swallows he says, "Katniss." I look at him.

"You love cheese buns. Real or not real?"

He looks genuinely interested so I say, "Real." Peeta just nods and continues eating. We both finish at the same time, and put our dishes in the sink. We wash our hands and as I turn away from the sink to dry my hands, I slip on the floor. Right before I fall face first, I feel strong hands grab me by the waist. I turn my head to see Peeta, concern creasing his forehead. He stands me up, his arms still around my waist.

"Are you okay?" he says. I nod embarrassed. I look down, as some hair falls in my face, blocking my red face. His arms let go, and so does the warmth I felt from them. I hear Peeta wash his hands, and I dry my still wet ones. He dries his too. When we finish Peeta and I turn to each other and look at each other's faces. He smiles and says, "Can I walk you home?" I follow him outside, and put on my jacket.

We reach my house, and he stops by the door. Peeta takes my arm. "You know, despite the flashback," he says, "I had a great night time with you." Before I could respond, Peeta leaves, and I watch him go back inside his house.

PEETA POV

As I walk back inside my home, I think back to Katniss, falling in the kitchen. She felt so right in my arms that it's hard to explain. I wanted to kiss her so bad, I let go of her before I did anything I might regret. I really need to make sure to control myself next time. Wait, what am I saying? Who knows if there'll be a next time? Katniss was vulnerable last night, which must be the only reason she needed me. And that kiss, during my flashback. It was just to help me. It didn't mean anything. She and I are…well I'm not sure exactly. Friends? No, not enough. Lovers? I wish.

I go upstairs to my room to make up the bed. As I do so, I think about Katniss. She's all I've thought about since I came back to District 12. I admit, it wasn't all positive at first. But, lately, all the negative thoughts seem to have faded mostly, and the real thoughts are slowly creeping their way back into my brain. Still, some thoughts I can't separate from the truth. For example, Gale. I'm still not sure how she feels about him, if she really loves him. I think she did, but she never mentioned him since the Rebellion. I wonder if I should ask her. I'm dying to know what she thinks, but I think better of it. I shouldn't ask, at least not yet.

As I finish up the bed, I see a flash of silver. When I go to reach for it, my hand closes around something small and round. I open um my hand and see a pearl.

A pearl? What's this doing in my bed? It must be Katniss'. But why would she have one?

Something about the pearl seems familiar, but I can't my thumb on it. As I stare at the pearl, recognition dawns. The Quarter Quell. Katniss. This is what I gave her when we were on the beach. And she kept it all this time. I marvel at the pearl, touched that Katniss had cared enough to keep the pearl after everything that happened.

But it still doesn't answer why she would sleep with it. Maybe she really does care for me more than I think. I shouldn't doubt her too much. This pearl proves that. I smile at the pearl.

This must be a sign. A sign telling me that I should tell Katniss I love her, as soon as possible.

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