Okay, I'm a horrible person, I'll admit it, but hey, I updated didn't I! Anyway, I'm on Thanksgiving break (yes, already) so I'm going to try to update at least once a day this week. Okay maybe not on Tuesday because of practice and a stupid school thing all day and not on Thanksgiving because of family, but all of the other days.

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I was in the basement kitchen making breakfast for me and Katniss, who was still asleep. I couldn't help but smile at how cute she was asleep on the couch, where she fell asleep during the Disney movie marathon last night.

I on the other hand slept on the chair next to her. It's a shame that we were on different pieces of furniture, huh.

Anyways, I nearly jumped out of my skin when Rose whispered good morning in my ear. Thankfully she knew full and well not to wake her mom from slumber.

"Good morning, Rose," I told her as I put the scrambled eggs on a red serving plate.

She stole a spoon and took a bite of my eggs. With a look of approval at my creation, she told me why she came to visit. "Sebastian is still on a rampage looking for you. I'm safe with Ceil and Clover can't blow your cover because I got her and Peeta to go on a cruise. You and Katniss are going to have to stay down here until this all blows over."

I nodded to her. It wasn't going to be much of a problem spending my time alone with Katniss. Well unless she changes her mood again and isn't so nice.

Rose started to walk away before I could reply to her little bit of information. "Please don't have too much fun with my mom, okay."

All I could do was stare at her until that demon left.

Finally I finished the ultimate breakfast, which consisted of my famous scrambled eggs, my habitually made waffles, my delectable bacon, and the boring orange juice I found in the refrigerator. Then I set everything nicely on the table with some nice china I found and a random fake flower that made its way into a vase that I placed in the center of the table.

"Katniss, breakfast," I called from the table figuring that it would be too weird to rub her shoulder until she woke up.

She slowly got up, which surprised me because she used to be the first person up and very awake when she needed to be.

"You made breakfast?" she mumbled groggily as she stood up in her bedraggled clothes with one shoulder of her shirt falling down. Even with the bad bed head she was still so adorable.

I smiled at her and decided that she wouldn't mind if I guided her to the table, which I was right about. "Come on, sleeping beauty, your letting the daylight pass and the food get cold."

I could tell that she was still in dreamland when all she did was giggle. Then as we began to eat she mumbled something that was almost incoherent and probably not meant for my ears. "He never cooks for me."

I had a feeling she was talking about Peeta, because I am pretty sure that she wasn't talking about Little Gale. That and I don't think that she knows many "he's" besides her husband, her son, me, Finnick, and Cinna. And sadly Finnick and Cinna are dead and I just don't count.

I watched as Katniss ate her food, and she was still much more civilized than I remembered. Not that her being civilized is a problem, it's strange to watch her eat like she isn't a starving person.

After that, in an amazing act of kindness, Katniss actually asked if I wanted help with the dish cleanup.

Some other people I know would have never offer to help with the dirty task.

And even though I probably wasn't supposed to accept her help, I did, one, because I hate dishes and two, because I wanted to spend time with her.

See, I can think of other people.

When we both finished eating we grabbed some dishes and headed to the sink. And like the mess was never there before, everything disappeared into the dishwasher in record time.

The problem was I didn't know if it was wrong to be disappointed by the presence of the dishwasher. I think it would have been a cute, memorable moment having a soap fight while we washed the dishes by hand.

"Until someone got soap in their eyes," Katniss commented as she sat down next to me on a couch that I had appeared on.

I looked at her in confusion. Either Katniss could read minds or I was thinking out loud again.

Katniss took a moment to read my face, and even though I knew I didn't say anything, she read me like a book. She laughed, "You were thinking out loud like a looney. I still can't read people's minds."

"Then what did you do just now?" I retorted. It was one thing to say you couldn't read minds, but another to say you couldn't read minds and then do it.

Katniss rolled her eyes at me and reclined against my shoulder. It was almost awkward for her to be touching me again.

"There are times when I can read your face, you know. I have known you all my life, not to mention that I love you."

"You make me sound like a wussy," I commented, not paying attention to what she said past her mentioning of her ability to read me like a book.

"And who says you aren't?" Katniss said with a playful push to where her head just was on my shoulder.

"Oh no you don't," O said pushing her back, a little harder then I intended to.

Of course a normal girl would have been bothered by her head banging on the wooden arm of a fancy couch. Katniss just laughed and tackled me as payback.

And, as all stories dictate, because I was tackled by Katniss, I was thrown into a face-to-face position with her. You know, the ones that are good for kiss scenes.

The semi-alarming part came when Katniss actually started to lean towards me. It was really a panic moment because, well, when did Katniss decide that she would be the kind to cheat on her husband.

Then, as it seems that thinking does no good in a situation like this, Katniss was kissing me.

Sad to say the kiss wasn't like the ones in my dreams. It was one of those strange ones, like when two socially awkward teenagers confess their undying love for the first time.

I remember thinking that I should push away and discourage her from cheating, but I think all I did was kiss her back.

"I see we have a heart-to-heart to arrange," I said, still confused but happy about the matter.

"We have plenty of time to do that later," Katniss said as she pushed me back onto the couch as I tried to sit back up to talk to her.

Nothing productive was done this day.

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So after I finished cross country my friend convinced me to try out of basketball. Now cross country took up time and gave me shin-splints that my XC coach got very mad about. The day basketball started my XC coach saw me and laughed and said something about my shin-splints. Now here I am about two months later with less time than ever, worse shin-splints, and a messed up knee that is need of a brace and crutches if I allow myself to look that weak. Sometimes, I hate my life.

I WILL UPDATE SOON! (Yes, I am sure you are tired of hearing me say that.