I wrote this during class on my iPod, so you should be happy! Then it got deleted and I had to spend forever trying to find it. I then wrote it again while watching South Park, so I was distracted. Sorry it's late!
Chapter 19 – Peeta's POV
"Long story." Katniss came downstairs and then stopped half way.
"Gale," she began. "I love you, but like a brother. We have been through this, for goodness sake!" He put his head down and lightly nodded. "I want you to go back to Johanna. She seemed really happy with you." She ran down the stairs and into my arms. "I'm tired. Can we go to bed?"
"Sure." I kissed her lightly on the cheek." Gale turned to leave. "Gale, what you just did makes you even more of an ass than you were before."
"I understand. I just wanted to know if I had any chance with Katniss." He opened the door and paused. "I hope your leg feels better soon." Then he continued walking and closed the door.
"That wasn't that pleasant."
"Peeta, are you mad at me?"
"Why would I be?"
"I kissed Gale."
"No, he kissed you, Katniss. Let's go to sleep." She didn't say another word and we went to sleep on the couch.
At about four, Katniss woke up screaming. "Katniss?"
"Peeta! They hurt you! I need to call someone!" She got up and ran to the kitchen. About three seconds later she came back. "I was asleep wasn't I?"
"Yeah, you woke up and found yourself standing in the kitchen didn't you?" She nodded. Then her eyes widened and she ran to the door and locked it. "Shit! I forgot to lock it after Gale left!"
"We're good now. How's your leg feeling?"
"Could you get me some pain medicine?"
"Of course." She left and came back with two orange pills with a paper cup of water. I took them and swallowed them. "Let me know when you start to feel better again." She threw away the cup and sat on the far end of the couch. She turned her head and grabbed the remote from the arm of the sofa. "I can't sleep."
"Were these drowsy?"
"There weren't any in there."
"Okay, looks like I'm staying up with you." She started at channel two and went up one channel at a time. "You know, there's a channel guide." Katniss looked around on the coffee table.
"Where is it?" I laughed and took the remote from her. I pressed the guide button and the channel listings appeared on the screen. "Whoa! Fancy!"
"Do you have a television at home?"
"Not really, we have antenna. I'm just lucky I know how to use a remote. But ours doesn't have this many buttons."
"Oh."
"You don't need to feel bad, I'm fine." The smile left her face and she seemed to be frowning.
"What is it?"
"What's what?" Katniss looked towards me.
"You are frowning."
"Oh, I didn't notice." She jumped. A buzzing came from the couch and a rectangle lit up. "What is that?"
"That's my phone. It must have moved when we were sleeping. I don't use it that often."
"Mine either." She held up her hand and pretended to hold a phone in it. "It has invisi-calls. Absolutely free, if the person you want to talk to is right next to you." She looked at the phone again. It was still it up. "Why are you going out with me?"
"Why? I'd think you would be able to answer that yourself!"
"I don't think I'm that pleasant to be around, since I lose my temper easily, I freak out in low pressured situations, I can't work modern technology because I'm poor, and I could go on, but my mind is still asleep. I just feel stupid when it comes to that stuff. Oh, there's another one; I'm stupid."
I was shocked. She just tried to convince me that she isn't good enough for me. "Katniss, you don't lose your temper that easily, you just take pressure differently than others, and your family doesn't have the same amount of money others do. That's no reason for you to feel stupid. You're the smartest girl I know."
"You're just saying that to be nice. There's another! I'm not nice like you are!"
"Shh." I pulled her close to me. "You need to stop doubting yourself. There is a reason you are here, and that's because I love you for who you are."
"You're sugar coating it." She pulled back and kissed me. "I can't wait until your leg gets better."
"Me neither. Now, can I find something to watch that isn't golf?"
"You don't like golf?"
"Nah, I'm not that patient." I could tell that those words would cling to her; they just clung to me. I heard them repeat over and over again in my head. "I'm not that patient. I'm not that patient. I'm not that patient…"