Azalea said that our writing styles are kind of similar... Just for fun, I'll let you guys guess who wrote this chapter :P Please review!
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Once Katniss has finally tied the apron behind her back I lead her to the counter. I start measuring everything out while she just stands there waiting.
"You're measuring everything for me?" she asks. "Oh come on!"
"What?" I ask.
"That's the easiest job!" she says. "There's no way I could screw that up!"
"Whereas you could screw up everything else," I chuckle.
"Shut up," she mutters as she pushes me lightly.
"We're going to start off with something very easy," I say. "Something that you cannot possibly mess up."
"Yet somehow, I'll still mess it up," she giggles.
I put the egg whites, cream, salt, sugar, and lemon peel into the bowl and hand her a whisk.
"Go ahead," I say.
"Just stir?" I nod. "What am I even making?"
"Lemon Meringue Cookies of course," I reply.
"Oh yeah of course," she smirks as she starts stirring together. "How will I know when to stop?"
"Just keep going," I say. "I'll stop you when it's done."
"So I see that you haven't learned any new recipes since I left," she says.
"Not true," I counter. "I learned how to make a french strawberry tart..."
"That's it? Oh Peeta you're such a tart," she smirks.
"Don't use my baking vocabulary against me!"
"What are you gonna do about it?" she asks.
"I know where you're ticklish," I threaten.
"True," she nods. "Very true, but you wouldn't do that because I would end up dropping the meringue and then I would run away so that you would have to clean it up."
"Hm... Is it worth it?" I chuckle.
"I'll let you decide," she smiles.
I can tell by that smile that she's so sure she's won this. And I can't let that happen! So I grab her quickly and poke at her sides making her squeal and laugh uncontrollably. She falls onto her knees and I follow her to the ground. That's when I realize that she did in fact spill the meringue. I stop tickling her so that I can look around. It didn't spread out too much so it should be easy to clean up.
"I can't believe you did that."
I look over and see Katniss smirking at me.
"I pretty much told you I was going to!" I chuckle.
"You're such a tart Peeta," she sighs.
"I don't think you've learned your lesson," I joke.
"I don't think you've learned your lesson," she retorts as she picks up a handful of the spilled meringue and smashes it against my arm.
"You wanna go?" I ask as seriously as I can.
"Bring it," she says as she fails to hold back a smile.
I grab her arms and push her back against the counter carefully.
"See? It only takes five seconds," I smirk.
"That's not fair!" she retorts. "I wasn't ready!"
"Yeah, right," I say.
"Peeta?"
"Yeah?"
"We're weird, aren't we?"
"Oh yeah," I chuckle. "We are very weird people."
She laughs a little and looks down. That's when I realize that I was still holding onto her. I let go quickly.
"Sorry," I say.
She shrugs and leans back further to catch her breath.
"Maybe I should take up wrestling too," she says. "What do you think?"
"I don't think you're ready for that yet," I chuckle.
"What makes you think that?" she asks as she sits up again.
She goes to punch my arm but I grab her hands and pin her once again.
"Too slow," I smirk.
"How about this: I'll get really good and then I'll come back and beat you up," she suggests.
"You do that," I tease.
"I think this is the part where I run away because I don't want to help you clean up," she says.
"Too bad you let me pin you," I chuckle. "Now you can never leave."
"Nonsense, you have to move sometime," she says. "I mean can you imagine how angry your mother would be if she was to walk in right now and see that you've made a mess and attacked a girl?"
"The attack part I think she'd be fine with," I joke. "But I guess I should clean up."
I pick up a towel from the counter and start cleaning the mess.
"You can run away now if you want," I chuckle.
"No thanks. I'll just sit here and watch you clean up," she shrugs. "It's almost as good as revenge."
"For what?"
"For tickling me," she replies. "And showing me that I can never fulfill my dreams of being a professional wrestler."
"Dreams of being a professional wrestler," I repeat as I try not to laugh. "When did that happen?"
"Five minutes ago," she says. "So what? You wanna fight about it?"
"Aw, you haven't changed a bit," I tease.
She kneels down next to me as I finish cleaning up.
"Neither have you," she says.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.
"Nothing," she shrugs.
I look up at her but she is now looking at the ground. I wave my hand in front of her face. She smiles and swats my hand away.
"Sometimes I wish I knew what was going on in your head," I say.
She looks up hopefully and stares at me for a second.
"Maybe I could tell you," she suggests.
"Go ahead," I chuckle.
"Okay well... See I just think that... If we-"
"Peeta!"
My head whips around in the general direction of the yell and I hear the bakery door close.
"That's my mom," I say. "You should probably go."
"Yeah... yeah," she says slowly. "No offense Peeta, but your mom scares the crap out of me."
"Me too," I joke as we rush to the back door.
She waves goodbye and runs back home. I walk back into the kitchen and I can't help but wonder what Katniss was going to say before my mother interrupted her.