Hi guys! Got some good reviews again, and I don't know who sent this one, but I wanted to point it out since I can't personally reply:
Fan:Loving the series's so far! I just have one complaint. I was kinda hoping
that katniss' personality was a little less girly. I know it might be hard to
change that now, but just a note for next time.
Thanks for sending me this, I do appreciate complaints or concerns, and they help me more, as long as they are not cruel. I know some of you secretly agree with who wrote this, and don't worry. Katniss does seem a bit girly, but you will see her true colors again shortly! Here is what you all have been waiting for! Enjoy(:
I peer into the bakery window, and see Peeta reading something at the counter. I reach up and hold the bell to keep it from alerting my entrance, and quietly sneak in. He seems absorbed into whatever he's doing, so I run behind him and look over his shoulder.
"Whatcha doing?" I whisper in his ear.
"Ah!"He yells, falling off the stool he was sitting on. I laugh so hard it hurts, and he gets up and laughs too.
"You scared me so badly! How did you do that?" I point at the bell, and walk over to hold it. He just grins, "That was smart." I laugh again, and we quiet down.
"So what were you doing?" He picks up a small notebook, and flips it open. I look into it, and see pages and pages full of cake sketches, cupcakes, and cookies. "These are amazing! You have a talent." He blushes a bit at my compliment, and I nudge him. "Any frosting for the day?"
"There is a ton. I have that cake; it's for the Mrs. Undersee's birthday. Also Delly's mom ordered a dozen cupcakes. I already finished the cookies for the day. Want to help?"
I nod, "I might not be able to do well though." He laughs.
"You did fine on those pink ones a few weeks ago. Delly likes simple frosted ones like that." He grabs my hand, and pulls me through the archway to the kitchen. I plop into a chair, and he grabs the frosting and icing bags. After sliding the tray of cupcakes to me, and a bag of light green frosting, I get to work. He pulls out a simple two tier cake with white fondant cut and shaped perfectly on it.
His eyebrows scrunch together in focus, and he delicately shapes the icing into perfect lace patterns. I just stare in awe, and suddenly he stands up and looks at me with a smirk.
"You going to stare all day?" My hands involuntarily clench from being caught, causing a stream of frosting to go shooting out and right onto Peeta's shirt.
"Oh my god," I laugh, "I'm so sorry!" He looks up with a slight glint in his eyes, and lifts his icing slightly. "Peeta, I swear I didn't mean too. Just put the icing down." He squeezes quickly, and suddenly my vision is blurred with a precise sky blue. "You're going to regret that!" I growl, and squeeze more frosting onto him.
We start shooting frosting back and forth, and I quickly dive around the table and behind the island. A slight creak to my left gives him away, and I shoot him right in the face with green.
"Ack!" He calls out, and starts to fall. I try to catch him but end up slipping and land on his chest. We start laughing, both of us crying because of laughing too hard. I stop, noticing how close our faces are again. When we start to lean in, the front door bell jingles causing us both to jump apart. He quickly wipes a towel over his face to remove the icing, and from his arms. He grins, and walks out to the front.
"Welcome to Mellark's Bakery, how can I help you?" I hear him ask, and I sit up. Interrupted again. It's becoming extremely irritating. First Prim, now a customer; we are never going to catch a break. The front door bell jingles again, signaling that the customer has left. When Peeta walks back in, he starts laughing again.
"You look ridiculous in all the blue and green icing! Did you want me to wash your clothes?" I look down, and think of walking through the Seam like this. I nod quickly, and he grabs my hand, pulling me upstairs. "Here, you can borrow my sweats and a t-shirt."
I gingerly take the clothes, and slip into the bathroom. I shed the clothes off, and rinse my hair out in the sink. After slipping on his sweats, I have to tie them tight to keep them up. The shirt hangs off me, but I don't really care. Grabbing my clothes, I step out and see Peeta leaning on the wall. His eyes look up and down, and I see a glint in his eyes. He almost looks…hungry? I hand him my clothes, and he washes them quickly, and then hangs them on a drying rack by the wash bin.
"Can I see your room?" I ask, and he nods with a deep breath. Peeta turns and walks down the hall, stopping at the second on the left. The door swings open, and I see the walls covered in paper. Some are colored; others are simply black and white sketches. I walk close to the wall, skimming over the photos. I halt to see a little girl, clad with an ill-fitting black dress kneeling on the ground by a grave. A small blonde girl sits curled into her side, tears pouring down their faces. My eyes water slightly when I realize it is me, the little girl being Prim. That was the day we were at our father's funeral.
"I'm so sorry that happened to you. None of you deserved what happened to him." I hear Peeta whisper into my ear. I flip around quickly, and press my lips on his. He jumps slightly for the quick reaction, but his hands snake around my waist. He tastes of frosting, a slight edge of cinnamon too. We part, and he rests his forehead on mine. I look up into those beautiful, cerulean colored eyes and smile.
For the first time since I was eleven, I give a real smile.
Awww(': Alright, finally caved on the mush. Now see the little button that says review? You should push it! (;
See you all soon!