"Love is not about how much you say 'I love you', it's about how much you can prove that it's true."

Turning right onto a street I've come to know like the back of my hand, I turn up my music to drown out the rain. Who in their right mind would want an old car with no auxiliary jack? Don't get me wrong, I love classic cars just as much as the next girl, but I love listening to my own music more.

"Didn't mean to make you cry! If I'm not back again this time tomorrow! Carry on, carry on!" I sing at the top of my lungs. I don't care that I probably look and sound like a complete psychopath. If I wanna sing, bitch I'm gonna sing.

People walking their dogs in the off and on rain give me weird looks, but do I care? Hell no. They were young once, they know what it's like to jam out to their favorite song. I just don't choose to do it in a private place like my room or an appropriate place like a party.

I pull into an all too familiar driveway that I've come to memorize as my own. Just as I park the smooth piano of Bohemian Rhapsody turns to the rock of the electric guitar.

"So you think you can love me and spit in my eye? Oh baby!" I sing, drumming my hands along the wheel forcefully while I have a private rock session in my car. "Can't do this to me baby!"

All of the sudden my rock session is cut short by a loud tap on my window and a smirking someone watching me in amusement.

I turn down the music and roll down the window.

"Some voice you've got there." He smirks, his blue eyes twinkling.

"I try." I say, shutting off the car and getting out. As I do, said blue eyed brute brings me in for a short but warming hug.

"I've missed you." He breathes. "And your overly obnoxious singing voice." He adds, grinning at me.

I roll my eyes, "That was almost really cute."

He smiles a closed mouthed smile. "Only for you." He winks and then leans down to kiss me. His lips brush against mine gently and his hands securely hold my waist.

I pull back and smile at him- my boyfriend of five months; Peeta Mellark. These five months have been amazing, and I've developed feelings for him that I've never experienced before. We haven't dropped the 'l' bomb yet, but I believe we will be ready very soon.

"Another storm is coming in soon, so I suggest we go inside so that you don't get soaked or catch a cold." He says, taking my hand and walking me inside.

"Even if I did I would just get you sick so that we could spend the day snuggled up together. Drinking hot chocolate mixed with cough medicine while sharing random kisses." I say, sitting down on his couch.

"Now I almost want us to get sick just to have that scenario." He says, getting situated next to me and instantly pulling me into his arms.

"That was cute, for you at least." I tease.

He scowls at me and I laugh. He tries to say cute things, and honestly he's one of the sweetest guys I know. But I still like to tease him.

"You're hard to be sweet to you know that?" He sighs, "But I like you anyways."

I grin and lift my lips to his for a chaste kiss.

"And for the record, I don't actually ever want you to get sick." He says, pecking my lips again.

"And for the record, we can have a snuggle day like that any time we want." I say back.

"In that case, today sounds perfect. Cold and rainy day? Snuggle worthy if you ask me." He suggests.

I grin. "I'll get the hot chocolate. You get the movie?"

"Couch or my bed?"

"I say bed."

He smiles back. "Deal." We both hop up and get our designated items, and meet upstairs in his room within five minutes. Two steaming mugs of hot coco and a stack of movies to enjoy. Not to mention my giant teddy bear of a boyfriend to snuggle into.

He waves the movie in front of my face, and I can't help but laugh at what he chooses.

"The Wizard Of Oz? Really Peeta?" I snort.

"It's one of your favorites!" He exclaims.

I laugh and shake my head at him. "Just start the movie you goof."

He puts it in gets in bed with me. He sits slightly up against the pillows while I ditch the pillow and instead use his chest as a comfortable place to rest my head. He pulls the toasty comforter atop us while his arms go around me by instinct.

"One thing I love about your room," I begin, "is it's cold so it makes being under the blankets and being snuggled up to you even more desirable."

I can practically feel the smile on his face as he kisses the top of my head. "You know, you look beautiful today."

I rest my hand in his chest and lift my head to smile at him. "That was a very cliche thing to say, but it was adorable."

"Cliche or not, my girlfriend is beautiful." He says, and instead of having the urge to roll my eyes I smile gently and kiss him sweetly.

"Even when she's wearing sweatpants, no make-up, and her hair is a rats nest pulled into a messy bun." He adds, and at this point I do roll my eyes affectionately at him.

"You really can't just be sweet can you?" I ask, and he shakes his head with an adorable grin.

"I am telling the truth though. You look beautifully sexy in my sweatshirt." He says, pulling the hood onto my head.

"Peeta!" I exclaim, pulling off while he laughs. I narrow my eyes at him. "I hate you."

"I beg to differ. I think you quite like me actually."

I narrow my eyes even more. "Shut up." I grumble, laying my head back on his chest.

"Now that's something I wish you would do." He jokes. I lift my hand and give him a small slap on the head. "Hey!"

"Just watch the movie with me." I sigh.

He chuckles lightly and puts his arms back around me. He kisses the top of my head again before resting his chin against it.

As the movie begins I feel his hand slip under my shirt and begin to soothingly rub my back. He knows that back rubs are my number one favorite thing when it comes to snuggling. An hour and a half later the movie ends and the room is left almost in silence.

"So how was work?" He asks quietly.

I draw shapes in his chest with my hand. "It was alright. Stressful."

"Hawthorne giving you any more trouble?" He asks, his hand pausing on my back.

"Not much, just that he was a lot meaner and bossier today." I frown.

Ever since I told my friend Gale that I needed a job, he got me one at his restaurant. He manages the place, and only two months into working with him he decided to tell me he was in love with me. I think I let him down easy, he begs to differ and is kinda a complete douche to me now.

My boss tells me he loves me before my own boyfriend, kinda sad isn't it?

"Did you tell him to suck it up and that you're mine?" Peeta half jokes.

"I'll be sure to mention that tomorrow." I joke, and then we fall into a comfortable silence.

"Babe?" Peeta speaks up into the quiet room.

I hum my response.

"When was the last time you had a day off?" He question gently.

I think about it for a moment. "About three weeks ago."

I feel his jaw clench and he sighs deeply. "Kat, you need a day to yourself. I mean we are still able to have relaxing moments like this, but I know you're exhausted after work."

I lift my head to meet his eyes and I shrug. "I can handle it."

"Katniss, honey, you went in at six this morning. Which means you had to wake up at at least 5:30... I know that place is always busy, so it's not easy work either. You work nine hour shifts too. You need to ask for a day off." He commands softly. "I don't want you to over work yourself." He says, tucking a stray stand of hair behind my ear.

I smile warmly at his worry and lean down to kiss him. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

He doesn't look convinced. "I think we both know it's impossible for me not to worry about you. Don't lie to me, you need and want a day off."

I look away and sigh. "You're right. I know." I say.

"Call in sick tomorrow or something. Sleep in, take a bubble bath, have a girls day. I don't know, do whatever the fuck girls do." He says with a light laugh.

"You know I can't lie." I say.

He chuckles, "Then we may have to stick to our earlier plan of giving you a cold."

"Or I could just ask for a day off within the next few days." I suggest.

He nods. "That works too."

All of the sudden a roar of thunder sounds, but it didn't come from the storm outside.

Peeta smirks at me. "If you were that hungry you could have just told me."

I blush and lightly slap his chest before we get out of the cozy covers. I pull the comforter with me. I wrap it around me and even over my head.

"I wasn't aware I was dating ET." Peeta comments with a laugh.

I stick my tongue out at him and we begin walking. As we do, an actual roar of thunder sounds and I can't help but jump. When he said a bad storm was coming, he really meant it. Almost directly after the thunder sounded, lightening lit up his dark room.

"Don't worry, you've got a big bad boyfriend to protect you from the storm." He winks, flexing his arms.

I roll my eyes, but I do keep his muscled arm in my grasp at all times as we walk to the kitchen.

"Let's make your food before the damn power goes out." He says as more thunder booms, shaking the house as bolts of lightening make the sky bright.

I pull the comforter tighter around me.

He opens the cupboard and searches for some food to make, he moves things around and practically sticks his whole head inside of it. "Let's see... Aha, instant chicken noodle soup. Your favorite." He says, pulling it out of the cupboard and wiggling his eyebrows.

I laugh, "it's almost as if we really are sick with colds."

"Just without the snuffling, coughing, and sneezing." He says, putting my soup in the microwave.

I shuffle up to him and open up the blanket to him. He chuckles and walks into my open arms, making it fall off the top of my head. I instantly wrap them around his torso and rest my head on his chest. He kisses the top of my head before resting his chin atop it. I let the soft drum of his heart calm my nerves about the storm. I won't go as far to say that I'm terrified of storms, but I always worry when one hits. I fear what could happen. But as cheesy as it may be, being in Peeta's arms takes the fear away.

The beep of the microwave forces me to leave his comfort and get my chicken noodle soup. I take it from the microwave and walk to the table, setting it down while he gets me a spoon.

I'm about to dig in to it, but his hand holds my wrist back. I snap my head up to meet his soft blue eyes twinkling with amusement.

"It's steaming hot, Kat. You're going to burn your throat." He chides, and I slowly set down my spoon.

"I'm hungry though." I whine.

"Well you'll have to suck it up for another minute or two." He says with the most un-sympathetic shrug ever.

I narrow my eyes at him. "You're trying to deprive me of food."

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at me. "Come here drama queen." He says, opening his arms to me. I stand from my seat and instead sit in his lap.

He grins warmly at me as his hands rest on my hips. I lean my head down and meet his lips in a passion filled kiss. My arms wound their way around his neck. His lips are slightly chapped from the winter chill in the air, and he tastes of mint. Then again, when does he not? Every kiss is like a taste into the soft leaves of a spearmint plant, stroking a heavenly mint taste with every movement of his lips against my own. He prods my lips open with his tongue and a beautiful dance begins.

Only when thunder roars in our ears and all the lights flicker off do we pull apart. He rests his forehead on my own as we stare at each other through half-lidded eyes.

"Good thing we already made your soup." He whispers into the darkness.

As if rehearsed, my stomach growls at the mention of my favorite food and Peeta chuckles warmly.

"Eat," he commands gently. I go to get up and sit in my own chair, but his arms tighten and he pulls me back into his lap.

"Peeta," I sigh. "If I'm going to eat, I need to actually reach my food."

He leans forward on the table and grabs my bowl of soup, pulling it towards us. "There. Now it's reachable." He says slyly. "You wouldn't be able to see where you were going if I let you stand." He makes up an excuse.

I laugh and roll my eyes at him.

"Don't act like you aren't comfortable." He smirks.

I don't respond as I turn in his lap to reach my soup, instead I shovel the food into my mouth.

"I'm dating a slob." He mutters under his breath as soup drips down my chin and a noodle hangs out of my mouth.

I slurp it up and grin shyly at him.

"You knew what you were getting into when you first asked me out." I retort, wiping my chin with my hand.

Apparently I miss it though, because Peeta reaches for a napkin and dabs it on the other side of my chin.

"There," he says quietly, lifting his eyes to meet mine.

"Was that supposed to be an reenactment of our first date?" I whisper playfully, ditching the swallow of soup left and fully facing him.

He grins softly. "I had never seen someone eat so many wings."

I laugh embarrassingly and then tilt my head slightly to the side as my humorous smile turns into one of warmth. "Six months in two days."

He lifts a hand to push some hair from my face and nods gently. "Six months." He repeats. "Six months since I fell in love with the most beautiful girl I've seen, even when she has soup dripping from her chin." My eyes widen at his confession, and he continues. "I love you, Katniss Everdeen."

Almost instantly the words I've been dying to say spill from my own mouth. "I love you too."

"Even if I'm not the cutest?"

I laugh and lean down to kiss him again.

"Even if you aren't the cutest." I confirm.

So I know it's been forever, and that my others stories are still hanging out to dry. I've been busy all damn summer with work and haven't had much time to do anything on here. These stories are all short and sweet and easy to write, so I figured I may as well update one of my stories.

Figures I would go with the least popular to update, haha. Anyways, I know Peeta was out of character but this was originally written for Catoniss because I forgot I wrote 'Grand Tour'. Please leave a review and let me know your thoughts and opinions!