Sooo in case you guys didn't notice I'm not really that into THG right now, which is why Azalea has been writing all the chapters for a while and this one too. I'll try to get back into it to finish my other stories but I'm not really promising anything. Oh and for anyone that didn't know, we listed Peeta and Katniss as the main characters because we ship Everlark not Galeniss or whatever it is. Sorry Gale lovers!

This chapter is a little OOC but I think you guys will like it because it's mostly meant to be a fun chapter. Kay, remember to review! :)

PPOV

The raindrops slide down my cheeks and soak my clothing. But I really couldn't care less. There's only one thing that matters right now.

I am kissing Katniss.

I can't believe we're really doing this. Even if it is a dream, I decide that it's better to just enjoy it before it's over. Her lips are so soft against mine, and she is so close to me that I can feel the warmth from her body. She brings one of her hands to my cheek, and I even start to feel dizzy. I bring my hand up to her cheek as well, accidentally pushing her hood down in the process. Her already damp hair falls onto her face, and I brush it away, letting my fingers run through her soft, silky hair. At this moment, and every moment that will follow, I truly believe that everything about her is absolutely perfect.

The funny thing is, Katniss was my best friend for years. People always say that it's awkward for best friends to become anything more. Some people even say it's a bad idea. But this doesn't feel awkward, and it certainly does not feel like a bad idea. In fact, it feels amazing... perfect... perfectly amazing.

She starts to pull away a bit, but I pull her right back without thinking. I can't let this end, not yet. I pull her closer to me and run my fingers through her now-soaked hair. My other hand moves from her waist to her hip. But apparently, that was too much.

"What are you doing?" she asks, pulling away abruptly.

"W-what?" I stammer, not knowing what to say.

I thought she wanted me, too. She let me kiss her for such a long time. And the way she kissed me back... Maybe, she was just caught in the moment. Maybe, she was just trying to make me happy, and I took advantage of it. Sighing, I drop my head in shame and wonder how I could have been so stupid. Of course, Katniss doesn't want me that way. It was stupid on my part to think that she would.

"I'm sorry," I say quietly.

She says nothing for a while, and I don't have the nerve to look up. For a while, the only thing I hear is the sound of the rain, as it collides with everything in its path. Just minutes ago, the sound made me feel so at peace and even sentimental. Now, it only makes me feel uncomfortable and just plain horrible. Now, I can understand what people mean when they say that best friends trying to become anything more makes everything awkward. I definitely understand that, now.

"I have to go," Katniss murmurs.

I look up, just as she turns around and starts walking. I take a few steps to follow her.

"Katniss, wait," I call after her.

But she doesn't. She just keeps walking, and she even speeds up a little bit when she hears me. I stop, and she quickly looks over her shoulder to see if I'm following her. But I know that I can't follow her anymore, so I just stand there, watching her, as she gets further and further away until I can no longer see her.

APOV

"Where is she?"

"I dunno."

"If she doesn't have a snack-"

"We know, Annie."

Madge sighs tiredly, as she opens up the snack that she brought. Pretzels. Not my favorite, but I guess that's my fault since I wasn't specific enough. I reach for one, and Delly does the same, as Madge lies down on her stomach.

"Well, this is fun, guys."

"What are we supposed to do, Annie?" Madge sighs. "You said that you don't want to do anything until Katniss gets here, so how are we supposed to entertain you?"

I smirk. "Call Finnick!"

"Oh, Annie..." She rolls her eyes.

"What? We'll only be like ten minutes. Maybe fifteen, if-"

"Gross!" Madge groans, as she pulls my magazine over her head.

"We could paint each other's nails?" Delly suggests, as she pulls a nail polish bottle out of her bag.

"What color do you have?"

"Pink."

"What else?"

"That's it... Just pink."

"I'll pass." Madge nods in agreement.

"It's got sparkles!"

"No, Delly!"

"Cool it, Madge." I smirk. "How are we gonna pull an all-nighter, if you're already cranky?"

"Don't worry about me," she mumbles, still facing the ground. "I'm not the one that had a huge sugar rush and crashed at midnight."

"That was one time!"

"And it was scary."

"Do I want to know?"

"No, Delly, you don't."

"Fine, whatever." I sigh. "I think we have no other choice than to wait for Katniss." The doorbell rings. "Hey! Speak of the devil!"

Delly and I rush to the door, as Madge walks behind us. We bound down the stairs, giggling profusely. I'm not exactly sure why, but Delly's laugh is really contagious. I throw the front door open, and Katniss stares at me, almost wide-eyed. I look at her, confused, trying to figure out why she looks so upset.

"Welcome!" Delly chirps, her smile faltering as she realizes the same thing.

"Hey," she says quietly, as I gesture for her to come in.

"Um... did you bring a snack?" I ask, hoping to lighten the mood.

"I... What? Oh, crap... No, I forgot..."

She sighs and brings her hand to her head, like she has a headache. When she looks down, all of us exchange confused glances, wondering if maybe one person knows what's going on, but nobody does. So, finally, I take matters into my own hands.

"Is everything okay?" I ask, as Delly takes her jacket. "Do you need a towel?"

"That might help," she murmurs, as she looks down at her soaked clothing.

"Come on, then!"

I grab her hand and pull her along with me, as I go up the stairs and into my bedroom. I pull out a towel from my closet and hand it to her, as the other girls sit down. She sits down between Delly and Madge, who can't help but stare at her and wait for her to say something, and I sit down across from her.

"So..." I start. "Pretzel?"

"No, thanks," she mutters.

"Okay, let's just get to the point. What is going on?"

Katniss sighs and bites her lip, as if she's deciding whether she wants to tell us or not. Madge holds out a bottle of liquor, wordlessly offering her some, and Delly swats her hand away, telling her that alcohol isn't going to help.

"It might," Madge argues. "It works. You just drink, and out comes the secret like-"

She stops, as Katniss grabs the bottle out her hand. She takes a huge swig, emptying at least a quarter of the bottle before any of us can even stop her, and she grimaces, as she shoves the bottle back into Madge's arms.

"Oh, that is nasty."

"Katniss." I sigh. "Have you ever had alcohol before?"

"No..."

"Then, why would you-"

"Peeta kissed me," she blurts out.

All of us stare at her, and then each other, completely surprised. Katniss's cheeks turn pink, and she reaches for the bottle again, but Delly slaps her hand to stop her. I scoff, but Madge is the first one to get her words out.

"I told you it would work."

"But was it really that bad that you had to-"

"Do you like him? Did you kiss him back? Details!"

"I mean, if it was really that bad..."

"This is so romantic!"

"And you guys always doubt me."

"Okay, all of you, shut up!" Katniss snaps, making all of us go quiet. "Madge, the alcohol did work. Congratulations. Annie, I'm not drinking because he was a bad kisser... He was actually really good. And Delly... Yes, I kissed him back."

Delly and I squeal in unison, as Madge covers her ears.

"But!" she yells, making us stop. "But then, I... stopped him..."

We both freeze completely, still holding onto each other's hands, but now the excitement is gone. Both of us try to figure out exactly what she means, but this could mean just about anything. Still, I'm hoping for the best when I finally ask.

"What do you mean, you stopped him?"

"I mean..." She sighs and runs her hand through her hair. "He kissed me, I kissed back, and then I pulled away and..."

"And?" Delly presses, her eyes wide.

"I... asked him what he was doing-"

"It's pretty damn obvious what he was doing!"

"Annie!" Madge scolds. "Go ahead, Katniss."

"Well, I said that, and then... He apologized."

"That's a first. Apologizing for a kiss. Now, I've heard everything."

"Annie, eat your pretzels."

"And then, I told him that I had to go, and I left..."

"That's it?" I ask, as I break a pretzel in the palm of my hand. "He didn't even try to talk to you or anything?"

"He called after me," she admits quietly. "But I just kept walking."

"So... you don't like him," Delly says sadly.

"No, it's not that!" She moans, as she drops her head. "I just don't know."

"Katniss?" No response. "Katniss, look at me." Finally, she sighs and looks up at me. "If there was even a single fiber of your being that enjoyed that kiss, you already know that you like him. If seeing him makes you happy, you know that you like him. If you trust him, if you don't mind seeing him at your worst and want nothing more than to see him at your best, if you can joke around with him and have a serious conversation with him... if he knows you, and you know him, chances are you like him."

"Wow, Annie," Madge says quietly. "That was surprisingly deep."

"Thanks." I smile. "So, do you?"

She stares at her hand, as she nervously tugs at the ends of her hair, twisting one strand around her finger. After a moment of silence, she sighs and shakes her head slowly before finally speaking.

"I enjoyed that kiss," she mumbles, more to herself. "Seeing him makes me happy, I trust him more than I trust anyone else, I don't mind seeing him at my worst, and I always want to see him at my best, I can joke around with him and have a serious conversation. He knows me, and I know him." Madge looks at me, as if she can't believe that she remembered the entire thing. And finally, Katniss looks up again. "Where does that leave me?"

"I think you already know."

She stares at me, but I don't say anything else for a while. I just watch her, waiting, as the realization slowly sets in. We all stare at her, watching her like hawks, but she doesn't seem to notice. She shifts slightly and speaks to the floor.

"I like him..."

"You're damn right, you do!"

"Annie!"

"This is so romantic!" Delly squeals.

"Okay, but wait," Katniss cuts in. "How am I supposed to..."

"Tell him?" She nods hesitantly. "Well, when I told Finnick-"

"You never told Finnick you liked him. You pretty much seduced him."

"Did not!"

"Either way." Madge turns to Katniss. "Just do what I did."

Because that worked so well for you, I think to myself.

Luckily, I manage to stop myself this time before the words actually come out.

"What? Just... tell him?"

"Yeah." She nods. "I mean, what have you got to lose, really?"

"You're right." She shrugs. "I should just..." She grabs the bottle, and Madge holds Delly back, as she take another swig. "Go up to him and tell him..."

"Tell him?"

"That I can't do this."

"Oh, come on!" I sigh, as I fall backward onto the carpet dramatically.

"You know what might be easier?"

We all look at Delly, as she picks up the telephone from my desk. A conflicted expression appears on Madge's face, but Delly and I smile. When I look at Katniss, though, I can see how unsure she is about this entire situation.

"Talking over the phone is easier than talking in person," I point out.

"I know, but..." She looks down again.

"But what?"

"He deserves more than that." She sighs, and all of us look around at each other again. "Why did I do that?"

"You were just surprised, that's all," I reassure her, as I put my arm around her shoulder.

"But I just... left him there," she continues, becoming more emotional. "I led him on and kissed him back, and then I just..."

She groans, as her eyes begin to tear up. Delly and Madge look at me, as if they have no idea what to do, and I shrug in response. Katniss grabs the bottle again when none of us are looking, and she manages to get at least three sips before I pry it out of her hands. And then, I get it. Katniss doesn't cry. The only reason she's crying right now is because she's had too much to drink. Sure, she's only had about three quarters of a bottle, but this is her first time drinking.

Still, what a lightweight.

"I'm gonna call him!" she declares, as she shoves her hand into her bag. "Thank you, Delly."

"Kat, maybe that's not such a good idea," Madge says, as she finally catches on.

"No, you're right." She pulls out her phone and starts dialing his number. "I need to tell him. I need to just tell him before I get too scared... Oh man, this alcohol is like liquid confidence." She holds up her index finger. "Shush, it's ringing."

"Okay, Katniss, no." I grab her arm and try to pull the phone out of her hand.

"Peeta!" I freeze, my hand still on her arm. "Listen, okay? I... I called to tell you that... What? No, I'm not drunk! I'm never drunk!... No, I'm fine. Now, listen... Um... You're happy, and I trust you, and I want you to see me at my worst, and... It makes plenty of sense, Peeta!"

"Okay." I finally manage to grab the phone out of her hands. Madge reaches over to hold her back, as I bring the phone to my ear. "Hi, Peeta..."

"Annie?"

"Yeah..."

"Gimme the phone! I have to confess my-"

Madge slaps her hand over Katniss's mouth just in time, and I give her a grateful look.

"Is Katniss okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, fine, she just wanted to tell you... something. But she can tell you on Monday, at school."

The line goes silent for a moment, and I wonder if he has already hung up. But he hasn't. After a few seconds, he finally says one simple word, so quietly that I only just manage to hear it.

"Okay."

"Okay!" I chirp, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, I'll see you on Monday. Bye, Peeta!" I hang up the phone, and Katniss reaches for it.

"Give it back!"

I shove the phone into my shirt, and she stares at me, obviously disgusted.

"How badly do you want it?"

"Not that badly."

She sighs and lays back on the carpet. Delly snatches the bottle while she isn't looking and hides it in my closet. Madge simply stares at us tiredly, and I look around at all three of them.

"Well..." I smirk. "This must be the most interesting sleepover we've ever had."