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"Haymitch." I say sarcastically, "Joy."
"How's it going, sweetheart?" I scoff at him. Peeta looks at me in disbelief.
"Bad mood? Okay."
I'm not nessecarily in a bad mood. I just had a wonderful day with Peeta. I am tired, though. Haymitch hasn't done me very many favors. I'm still upset about him leaving Peeta behind in the quell. Even though his mistake lives in the post, I do not think I will ever be ble to forgive him. Because Peeta was abandoned in the arena, he was abused, tortured, and hijacked. I would much rather it be me left in the arena, and Haymitch knows that too. He made a promise, and he broke it. I would give my life to save Peeta's any day. This makes me want to argue with Haymitch.
"No, actually. I'm in a great mood. Me and Peeta spent the afternoon together." I can feel Haymitch looking at me, but I just turn to look at Peeta. Peeta can see by my face expression that it's his turn to talk. So he does.
"Yeah, Haymitch, it was great. Me and Katniss were just about to prepare lunch. Would you like to join us?" Peeta asks.
Great. I did not want Haymitch to intrude on our- our date? No. He is going to ruin our day. I wanted to spend the whole day with Peeta. It seems selfish and maybe even childish, but I want Peeta to myself. At least for now.
"Okay boy, I can tell by your girls face expression here that I'm not wanted here."
Crap. My face must show my displeasure in Haymitch joining for lunch. Peeta looks at me confused, and I look at him back confused. Haymitch looks back and forth between the two of us. This is not okay. Haymitch cannot think that he can just embarrass me because I want to spend extra time with Peeta. His brain was hijacked for gods sake. Peeta loved me unconditionally and now he does not. He would do anything for me, and he never let me down. I do not know why such a thing as to Haymitch embarrassing me could make me go nuts. But I do know one thing for sure. Haymitch left Peeta in that arena to die when he could have been saved. And in the end, Peeta was punished for that action. I know it has been a while since all that has happened, but right here, right now, I am furious with Haymitch all over gain.
Instincts say he can read my mind, and he gets up from where he was sitting. Well, tries. He stumbles onto the floor face first. I scoff and look at him. Peeta tries to help him up, but Haymitch does not accept his offer and pushes him away.
"I'm not that old boy." Scolds Haymitch.
Peeta raises his hand in surrender and lets Haymitch tumble out of the door. I want so badly to chase him down and confront him about how I feel towards his past nonsense.
Peeta walks over and closes the door Haymitch left open. I hope my thoughts towards Haymitch do not show on my face. Peeta starts rubbing my back, as if there is something wrong, which there is, but he does not know what. I try to look happy, after all it looks like I can spend the rest on the afternoon with Peeta.
"What's with Haymitch? Is everything okay?"Peeta asks.
"I bet it's the liquor." I say back to him with a shrug.
"Must be." Peeta says unconvinced. "What would you like to prepare for lunch? The day is still young."
Thoughts start coursing through my brain on what to prepare. I want it to be something I could help with, but before I can fully decide on something Peeta suggests that he could teach me how to bake something.
"We could start easy, not complicated. After all, you taught me how to swim properly." He suggests.
"I'd probably keep you behind." I laugh. I'm not very good at making meals. Just hunting for them.
"Come on. It will be fun. A nice way to spend time with each other."
Maybe I could actually learn how to bake something, and even surprise him with it. I would like to make Peeta feel good about himself, for introducing me to something I enjoy doing. Not that I'd ever be as good as Peeta Mellark, he is the 'boy with the bread.' I decide that I will give baking a go.
"Alright let's get started." Peeta says anxiously while rubbing his hands together.
We both stand up from our spot on the couch and walk towards the kitchen.
Peeta sets out different ingredients for various things I hope he knows he's probably wasting his time on trying to teach me how to bake. I'll probably burn everything, anyways. I suppose he will give me different options on what to bake, and has back up for alternative reasons. I start to smile.
Peeta looks at me and questions my reason for smiling.
"I'm just, excited to bake. Try to bake." I correct myself. I do think it is nice of Peeta to try to teach me something new. I'm most excited to be able to bond with him over something, or I should just say spend time with him. Surely I will screw up, something to laugh about.
"So what would you like to bake for lunch?" Peeta asks.
I honestly do not know.
"Whatever you think is best. You're the master, Peeta."
"Hmmmmm." Peeta obnoxiously hums.
"What about scones? They are very popular in England, and often served with tea. They would also be very easy to make. It's my first time making them too, so we'll both learn together." He suggests.
"Sounds nice," I say. "Let's try it."
Peeta nods, satisfied, and gets the ingredients needed for these English treats.
These consist of buttermilk, butter, flour, white chocolate chips, sugar, etc. I love doughy, floury, sugary things. It brings a sensation to my taste buds I'm incapable of understanding. It seems at bit dramatic. Though, it can't compete with how I feel towards Peeta. It can't even compete. Especially all the kisses in the arena. The sensation I felt because of all those kisses. Peeta doesn't know it, but the kisses in the Quell were 110% real. I consider my most cherished kiss with Peeta, on the beach, or first kiss. Maybe in the first games too, I'm not quite so sure. What I do know for sure, is he left me wanting more kisses. Nothing can compete with how I felt and still feel towards Peeta.
I shake my head to clear the thought and turn my attention back to Peeta. He has finished preparing, so we can start to bake. He explains most steps to me, though I do not understand much. He tells me when I can do what, and after what seems like ages, eventually we get to the putting them in the oven part. Thank god. It felt literally like forever. It was very fun, but I do not think that recipe will stick. You would think that if it were fun, it would go by quickly. I guess I want more of Peeta then just a baking lesson. I was caught in many moments of how much I miss his old self. Anyhow, they look delicious. In one moment, Peeta had to help me knead the dough. I don't know, apparently I was doing it the wrong way. He took my hands in his and started to help me. It was only just until a few minutes until he finally had to let go.
I want to do this everyday, not just one day out of the month, everyday. He makes me feel good. I want to wake up to warm and steady arms, in the same position in which I had fallen asleep. He brings out the best of me, and I don't think he realizes it. I look forward to seeing him everyday. I want to tell him how I feel so badly, but I can't. Not after all that has happened to me, and to him.
Peeta just finished placing the scones in the oven and is ready to clean up. I scoop flour off of the counter and into my hands. As soon as I turn around, my flour coated hand comes in contact with Peeta's belly. He is wearing a white t-shirt, not that any other color shirt would be affected.
"Oh, you want to play that game?" Peeta asks mischievously.
I am just about to explain when Peeta smears flour on my left cheek. He chuckles. I bring my hand to my cheek and touch the recently smeared flour on my face. Before I can think of anything else I grab and handful of flour from the package and throw it into Peeta's face. He wipes flour from his eyes and blows the remains in my face. I laugh at him. I shake my fingers through his hair to get most of the flour out of it. We look at each other, and laugh. He walks over to the sink and wets a washcloth in warm water. He wrings it out and walks back over to where I am standing to clean the counter off, free of flour. He walks back over to the sink, wets it some more, and wrings it out. He sets it down on the counter and lifts me off my feet, hugging my waist, and sits me on the counter.
"Here." He says.
He brings the warm washcloth to my face and gently wipes away flour from my cheeks, nose, chin, and forehead. Once he is satisfied with no flour remaining on my face, he looks at me as if concentrating real hard. His face is so close to my lips. I look at him with a smile on my face, just like in the first games when insisted on giving me medicine I risked my life for. I wonder if he remembers too. He shakes his head, as if trying to forget whatever he was thinking, and puts oven kits on to take our scones out of the oven.
He leans back on the counter, waiting for them to cool. I wonder if he knows he still has flour all over his face.
"They turned out nice." He says smiling.
"Peeta," I chuckle, "you still have flour all over your face." I say grabbing the washcloth, wetting it once again. He laughs. I walk over to him after wringing out the washcloths, and pat his face with it until all of the flour is gone. He looks at me again, with the same look on his face. I want so badly to kiss him, but if he does not feel the same way, everything will be ruined. I'm not sure if he knows entirely how he feels about me again, after the hijacking. Maybe some parts of him have learned to love me again, in another way. I hope so. I hope he will eventually find his way back to me.
Peeta looks at the scones and then back to me.
"I'd give them a 12 out of 10." He looks me in the eye.
I look back at the scones. They do look great.
"Yeah," I breathe. "They look delicious. We did a good job." I say.
"I wasn't talking about the scones, Katniss."
I look at him confused, turning to look at the scones again. I give him a questioning look.
"I was talking about your eyes." He laughs. "They're beautiful."
I can't help but blush. I try to turn away, but I am soon aware of Peeta's lips on mine. He brought my face back to his, under my chin, caressing my cheek.
I finally close my eyes, and let myself enjoy this moment. Peeta has flour on his bottom lip, but I remove it, deepening the kiss. I don't even care about the stupid scones anymore. Peeta leaves his hand on my cheek and moves his other around my waist. I can't help but wrap my arms around his neck. Peeta almost pulls back for a moment, but leaves his lips where they are. I worry he might think kissing me was a mistake. But only one thought is coursing through my mind. I love Peeta Mellark.
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