~Katniss~

Peeta appears to be sleeping. But my mind doesn't exactly consider rational thinking at this point. Not after the crazy dream I just awoke from five minutes ago. I run to his side and kneel on the floor next to him. I shake him. "Peeta."

"Huh?" he groans as he opens his eyes. "Katniss? what are you doing here?" he asks suspiciously as he sits up on the floor. "What am I doing on the floor?" I guess he really was sleeping. Stupid me.

" I was going to ask you the same question. I was calling for you…why didn't you answer me? You scared me half to death." I can feel the warm salty tears rolling down my cheeks. I bite my lip trying to hold them back, but it's useless.

"I'm sorry Katniss…I must have fallen off the bed last night…I'm sorry if I scared you. I'm fine really." he put his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. "Please don't cry, It's okay…" he pulls away from me and wipes a tear off my cheek. "Tell me, what's going on? What's wrong?" He looks me in the eyes which only makes my cry more.

"It's nothing." I say looking away from him. He gently turns my head towards him making me look at him.

"Katniss, I know it's not nothing. It's never nothing." He's got a point. There's always something wrong with me. "Tell me." he pleads softly.

" I…I had another nightmare last night. It…it was terrible. And I just had to make sure it wasn't real, that I had just imagined the entire thing." I put my head on his shoulder and sob.

"Shhh…it's okay. It wasn't real. I'm okay. Okay? Don't cry. Look at me." I lift my head up and look at him. "I'm here for you. I always have been and I always will." I nod.

"Thank you." I whisper.

"Always." he replies. I stop crying and he helps me up. And only now do I notice that his blankets ended up on the floor last night, as well as him.

"You have a bad dream last night too?" I ask curiously.

"Uh…I guess I might have." He pauses. "But I don't remember anyway. Guess it's a good thing."

"Yeah… lucky you." I roll my eyes playfully.

"Anyway, are you hungry?" he asks, changing the subject.

"Starving." I say with a smile and we both go downstairs to the kitchen.

We cook bacon and eggs and I fail at an attempt to make pancakes, so Peeta helps me make waffles. Now that I think of it, cooking never was my strongest subject. Actually…I'm terrible at it. If it wasn't for Peeta and Greasy Sae coming over every once in a while to cook for me I probably wouldn't eat much.

And after about an hour of cooking, we are finished with breakfast, and it's about time. We set the table and sit down to eat. "This is nice" he says with a grin.

"Yeah, It is isn't it?" I reply.

"We should do this more often don't you think?"

"Most definitely." We finish our breakfast without talking much. But…it's not an awkward kind of silence. Just keeping each other's company is enough for me. And then I notice something. Something I hadn't noticed before. Why do I enjoy his company so much? There could be only one explanation…no…can't be. Can it?

A/N: Hey guys just finished another chapter. Let me know what you think. This one is slightly longer. And the next one should be even longer.

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