Katniss POV
"Hey Katniss, you got something today." My sister Prim shouted at me when I got home. I headed to the kitchen, along the way throwing my backpack in my room. "What is it?" I asked, slightly curious. I never get anything, except for those stupid letters from the capital, which I throw away before I even open them.
On the kitchen table sat a small rectangle shaped box, with a sticker sealing the lid, I saw the Mellark Bakery label on it, and my stomach did a few somersaults. I rolled my eyes at my reaction to Peeta's name, it was starting to become an issue, I didn't have time to date, I didn't want to get married. I have Prim to take care of. I do not need this distraction!
I carefully opened the lid, more out of curiosity than because it was from Peeta- or so I told myself. I gasped when I saw what was inside. "What? What is it?" Prim asked as she came to stand next to me.
It was the perfect match to my camera, although this one smelled like sugar and on the top, written in my favorite color, I wonder if he knew. Was: "I hope that this camera and my friendship can start to help ease the pain I helped cause."
Were we friends? We had only talked, now like three times? I guess I don't owe him anything for the bread now. He gave me bread, and then he helped kill my camera, so I think we are about equal enough now. I grinned. The cake and the thought behind it was touching.
"Should we eat it?" Prim asked in a small voice, barely trying to hide her hunger for something so sweet. We never got cake, even for a special occasion. Prim loved to look at the ones in the window at Peeta's bakery. And telling by this, he must have a hand in the ones that seem to hold real flowers and sparkle with cake dust.
"Do you want a piece?" I knew she did, and I grinned when she nodded her blonde head. She went to go get two plates and forks, while I just stared at the cake. He wanted to be friends? After so long of admiring him from afar, this angel and I were going to become friends. Over a broken camera.
My mom walked in at that moment, seeing the cake box, her eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Whats this?" she asked. I hadn't told her about my camera. She'd been so busy the last few days that she hadn't been home, except to sleep.
"Um, Peeta, made me a cake." I hoped she would walk on, but she came over to look at it more closely.
"How did this boy cause you pain?" her sad eyes looked over at me.
"He, well, um, helped break my camera." Her eyes grew sadder, "It's okay though, I'm saving up for another one."
"I'm sorry, Katniss. I know how much it meant to you." She patted my arm, and headed to her bedroom.
"Well, little duck, we might as well eat it, no sense in making it just sit there." I grinned at her as I cut a piece for each of us.
I had barely taken a bite, when Gale walked through the door, "Hey Catnip! Rory told me that I guy from town stopped by here this afternoon. I got um nosey." He laughed and looked at the box. His smile faded when he saw whom it was from.
"He was apologizing, again for what happened to my camera." I'm glad that I had just eaten the word friendship. For some reason I don't want Gale to know that part.
"So he thinks that a sugar camera will replace a real one? What a cheapskate!" he growls.
"Oh, come on Gale, it really wasn't his fault, it was an accident, and cameras are very expensive. He didn't have to make this, but he did. You need to lay off on him, he's only trying to be nice." I scowl at him. We have at least one argument a day.
"Well. Fine. But give me a piece." He demanded as he joined us at the table. Prim, being the sweetheart that she is went and got another plate and fork and handed it to me.
