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PPOV

I dive in front of Madge yet again to hit the volleyball, and she smiles at me gratefully. It's not that she's bad at volleyball or anything, she just seems too distracted to realize that a volleyball is about to hit her head. I wonder if she's still thinking about Gale. I wouldn't blame her. I mean, if I told Katniss that I liked her, and she didn't feel the same way, I'd feel pretty bad, too.

That's completely hypothetical, though.

"I'm sorry, Peeta." Madge sighs, as Boggs goes around to all of the groups to see which side won. "I just keep spacing."

"It's all right. Happens to the best of us."

"Thanks." She smiles slightly. "I saw Katniss in the hallway, and I was talking to her."

"What did she say?"

Did she say anything about me? I think before I can even stop myself.

"Well, Annie decided that she wants to have a sleepover, and I asked Katniss to come, too. And she said she would!"

"Oh, that's... great?" I say, wondering why she is telling me this.

"Peeta, you're so thick." She rolls her eyes. "Girls talk at sleepovers."

"Okay..."

"Seriously?" She shakes her head, as if she can't believe that I haven't figured out her point yet. "Girls talk. If Katniss is ever going to confess that she likes you, it would be at the sleepover! Maybe, if we give her something to drink-"

"Madge, for the last time: She is-"

"Just your friend, I know." She grins at me. "And I am just your little spy."

Boggs blows his whistle, and Madge hurries off to the girls' locker room before I can say anything else.

KPOV

I can't believe I actually have to go to a sleepover. Me, of all people. I should have asked if I could send Prim in my place. But no, she would have told me that she couldn't stand to be away from that disgusting cat of hers for an entire night. Too bad. She probably would have had more fun with Madge and Annie than I will.

Sighing, I pull all of my books out of my bag and replace them with clothes, a toothbrush, and anything else that I might need. Annie even told me that I'm not allowed in, unless I bring some kind of snack to share. Where am I supposed to buy a snack?

Oh! Of course. I find myself smiling, as I finally come up with the perfect idea. I stuff some of my money into my pocket and close my bag.

"Going somewhere?"

I turn around and see Prim, smiling at me from the bedroom doorway. She rolls her eyes when I make a face at the hideous cat in her arms.

"A sleepover." I sigh.

"You sound so excited," she says sarcastically, as she sits down on my bed. I shrug, but I don't say anything else. "I'm sure it'll be fun."

"Maybe. I just don't find sleepovers as exciting as they do." She rolls her eyes. "I'm going to the bakery first. Do you want anything?"

"No." She sighs, as she lets Buttercup leave her lap. "I think we're good for now. Just go have fun, okay? And take a jacket, it's supposed to rain."

"Right." I chuckle and ignore the hideous creature hissing at me, as I lean down to hug and kiss Prim goodbye. "I'll be back tomorrow."

I pick up my bag and walk toward the front door. Of course, I remember to stop for my jacket because I know Prim will get upset if she sees that I didn't take one. My hand automatically reaches for the neon green jacket that she gave me for my birthday.

Yes, that's what happens when I tell her that my favorite color is green.

I'll look like a lollipop as soon as I put it on, but I know that it makes Prim happy when I use it. So, I use it, anyway. Just in time, too, since it starts raining just minutes after I leave the house.

PPOV

I absolutely love it when my parents make me work by myself. My mother isn't around to yell at me, my brothers aren't around to laugh at me, and my father isn't around to... Well, the only bad thing about my father is that he always looks so miserable, no matter what. I guess, I can't really blame him. I'd be miserable, too, if I married someone like my mother.

Anyway, without my family, it's so quiet. And even peaceful. There's only a few customers here and there. Usually they all come in early in the day, and as the day progresses, fewer and fewer customers come in. This is a bakery, after all. Most people have no need for baked goods unless they need a last minute birthday cake. Unfortunately, they usually go to a grocery store for that.

I continue kneading the dough in front of me. Honestly, I have a feeling that nobody else is going to buy bread today, but at least it's giving me something to do. Come to think of it, if my mother was here right now, she'd probably be yelling at me about how wasteful I am for making bread that nobody ordered. And once again, I can't help but feel extremely grateful that she is not here.

It begins to rain at some point. I've always loved the sound of rain. And even the feel of it.

I remember, one day, when Katniss and her mother came to the bakery. Her mother and my father were talking as usual, and Katniss was bored. As usual. So, while our parents weren't looking, she grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. When I asked her what she was doing, she grinned and asked me if I had ever heard of "Singin' in the Rain", and she then proceeded to sing a song I had never heard before. I remember laughing as we danced around and pushed each other into puddles. It was short-lived, however, since my father and her mother came outside and nearly dragged us back inside.

I also remember Katniss snickering, as her mother tried to lecture her. My mother yelled at me for a good hour. I got sick, and I had to clean up any dirt that fell from our clothes onto the bakery floor. But it was definitely worth it.

A nearby sound pulls me from my thoughts. It sounds like someone is knocking on the window, and when I look, I find that I was right. It's a hooded figure, but that's not what catches my attention. It's the color of the hood that makes me laugh. She lifts her hood to reveal her eyes and smiles back at me.

"Really, Katniss?" I chuckle, even though I know she can't hear me.

I gesture for her to come in. But she shakes her head and gestures for me to come out. I roll my eyes, but I know that I can't resist. So, I grab my jacket by the door, and I put it on, as I walk through the door.

"What are you doing?"

"Singin' in the rain." She grins at me.

"Don't you have a sleepover to go to?"

"Yes, but Annie said I can't go in unless I have a snack for them."

"Oh. So, you're using me for food?"

"Obviously." She smirks.

"How about a deal?" She rolls her eyes, and I can't help but smile. "If you do one thing for me, I'll give you whatever you want for free."

The funny thing is, I'd probably give her whatever she wants even if she doesn't hold up her end of the deal.

"I don't know." She shrugs. "It depends on what you want me to do."

"Dance with me." I smile at her, and she gives me a funny look before smiling back.

"That's it?" she asks warily.

"Yes, that's it."

"Am I allowed to step on your feet?"

"Not purposefully."

"Fair enough." She holds out her hand. "Let's do it."

I take her hand and place my other hand on her waist, as she puts her hand on my shoulder. She looks at me, confused, as if she has no idea what to do.

"You know, for someone who took a million dance lessons as a child, you're a really bad dancer."

"I never did ballroom dancing," she says defensively.

"But how do you not know how to waltz?"

"Oh, is that what you're doing?"

"Wow." I chuckle, and she makes a face at me. "Okay, let's tango." She groans, as I start dancing around, pulling her along with me. "This isn't as easy as you thought it would be, is it?" She groans again and drops her head on my shoulder. Finally, I decide to give her a break. "Okay, fine. Let's do something easier."

"Thank goodness," she mutters.

I smile, as I let go of her hand and rest both of my hands on her waist. She takes the hint, and places her hands around my neck. She's standing so close to me, that I can just barely feel her body against mine. A sigh escapes my mouth.

"I missed you so much," I say without thinking.

"I missed you, too." She smiles slightly. "I missed this."

"What, dancing in the rain?" I chuckle.

"No. I mean, things that we used to do together. I missed it when I left."

She looks up at me, as if she's checking to see if I understand, and I nod. I pull her closer and rest my head on her shoulder, and she returns the hug.

"You're my best friend," she says quietly, as if she's not sure if she should say it at all.

Although, I wish she hadn't. I try not to, but I can feel myself getting upset, just from hearing those words. I pull away a bit so that I can see her face, and she stares back at me with a strange look on her face. There's something in her eyes that I can't figure out. Her beautiful silver eyes, the eyes that you can only read if you really know her. They hold a strange type of intensity that makes me unable to look away.

"Are you okay?" she asks quietly.

"Fine." I nod slowly. "I just..."

I trail off, and she stares at me, as if she's waiting for me to finish. But I don't. Instead, I do something I never thought I would do in a million years.

I kiss her.