Hunger Games Fanfiction

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Chapter 10

(Peeta POV)

She may not have said those three words or said a lot but what she did say has made me the happiest guy ever. It's been two days since the Everdeen twins arrived and so far it's been great. We all get along, Rye is over the moon, Prim has made a new friend in Katniss, it's been brilliant having extra help in the bakery and Finn has a talent for getting old ladies to buy more treats. Finn settled in almost instantly, he can make anywhere a home. Katniss is doing…fine.

She seems happy; making jokes and laughing with everyone, even the customers but her eyes are sad. That is to be expected I always think to myself. She has been through so much change that she has many reasons to be sad but she hasn't said anything to me about two nights ago and hasn't acted any different around me. Was she lying? I truly hope not.

I don't even know myself what I truly think about her. Yes, I said I loved her and whenever I see her I always think I do but I get moments of doubt and the awkwardness of my growing feelings. Finn already knows and he is overjoyed; it's kinda weird how happy he is acting. Rye still is clueless and I hope it to say that way. If Prim knows than she hasn't made any indication that she has but the only way she would probably find out is if Katniss tells her and I really doubt that she will.

Then there is the big issue of my parents not knowing that two people who they basically class as strangers are living in their house whilst they're away. I feel guilty when I think of it that way and my mothers disapproval but to help Katniss out, I'm very much, not guilty. She seems almost happy and probably the happiest she has been in a long time. I don't get how she does it. Dad dead, Mum in a mental hospital, Uncle in rehab, no proper house to live in, hardly any money or possessions, has been abused for quite a long time… and yet she laughs and smiles like its never happened. I couldn't do it. Something is keeping her going and it is not just pure will power. A thought or dream is fuelling her feelings of ecstasy and I am determined to find out what that dream is.

…..

"You guys look hilarious."

Rye and Finn stand in front of me, covered in flour and are laughing their heads off. It's Sunday so the bakery is closed but its almost half ten anyway… why are they baking so late. "No Peet, we look sexy as hell!"

"Awh poor, delusional Finn." I mock.

They continue to scoop flour into different bags, whilst I sit on the far counter top. "What are you guys doing anyway?"

Rye gestures at Finn. "Finny here had the brilliant idea of making bake goods, so we could all have one big sleepover in the living room tonight. Could watch scary films and everything. It'll be awesome!"

He beams a smile.

They both seem very excited by this arrangement. I raise my thumbs and them and grin widely. They high-five each other.

It does sound like a good idea. Finn and Kat are pretty much getting the hang of the bakery routine and everyone gets along like we're all related. The start of school is in two days, so I guess it would be our last chance to stay up all night.

Getting Katniss and Finnick registered into our High School was surprisingly easy. The head teacher Plutarch Heavensbee didn't even question our very untrue story. The school thinks that they our next door neighbours of ours and old family friends. They didn't even ask to see my parents. Apparently their parents had to leave suddenly for 'family problems' and had to leave them with us and thought it would be easier to enrol them at a new school. This school is rubbish! They don't even question it. What has the world come to? I am so grateful for their stupidness right now.

"Peet come and help measure out the caster sugar." Rye asks.

"Sure."

I can tell with one look that Rye is only making cookies and cupcakes; simple treats. I have to admit that Finn may be good with the customers but he is an appalling baker. Rye is probably making him feel good. Rye and Finn seem to have become instant brothers, just like Prim and Katniss. It's nice to see. Rye and Finn share a room (we thought Katniss would want her space), Prim has the little room and I have the attic room. I sometimes feel completely alone in a house full of five.

"So Finn how's Annie?" Rye asks.

The humour in the air is instantly sucked out. I don't know the details put I'm pretty sure that Annie cheated on him and he found out the day of the 'incident' but was too worried with Katniss to worry too much.

He looks down and the cookie dough. "Um... we actually broke up." He barely whispers.

Well this is awkward. "Oh hey sorry man I didn't kn-"

"Hey its alright, I'm over it."

What is up with this guy? He has almost instantly perked up. A sly smile creeps up on Finn. "So talking of girls." That was not a talk. " Peeta, how is your little, big crush coming along?"

He wiggles his eyebrows knowingly. I feel the blood rush to my cheeks. "Oh my god! Little Peeta bread has a crush, I thought this day would never come! Wait please tell me it's a girl?"

"What? Of course it's a girl!" I counter.

"So you do have a crush?"

I didn't even have time to say I don't, even though Finn knows. "Um…"

"Awh don't be embarrassed Peety, you can tell us." Rye looks at me expectantly.

"He can tell you actually, I on the other hand already know."

"What? Come on Peeta uncool, telling him before your own brother." He mocks a hurt expression.

"Hey lay off Peet of course he would tell me, I am the love master."

"Don't flatter yourself Finnick."

"Come on you know it's true. I even made Peeta fall in love."

"You're in love?!"

Jesus! "Can't you tell? Mean look at him, the dreamy expressions, the googly eyes, the bright smile, your little brother is in love and may I just add, before his brother who is twenty one."

"I'm perfectly fine with being a bachelor for life, as long as there's a bit of lovin' in between."

I've had enough of this embarrassment. I scoop two large handfuls of flour and throw one at both. "Will you please shut up or talk about normal things." I say, stifling a laugh.

They stand there in the middle of weighing flour, dredged in the stuff, mouths wide open and eyes large, looking directly at me.

I burst out laughing, holding my stomach. "You guys don't know how ridiculous you look! I need a camera!"

I close my eyes trying to stoop my tears of laughter from falling.

"It's funny how you find us so funny when you have flour all over you." Rye says.

"Huh?"

I open my eyes to see them both in front of me handfuls of flour in hand. "No! No!" I shout.

I put my hands out in front of me and take a step back. Too late.

They both erupt with laughter. I stand there glaring at them. My eyes are cloudy with flour and my clothes are ruined but I have to admit this whole situation is quite funny. "You guys are evil! Ganging up on me."

Finn is rolling on the ground, holding his torso. "Your face!"

Rye gives me a knowing smile and I nod.

…

Five minutes later and all three of us are almost dying with laughter in the white covered kitchen. There is not one bit of us that isn't covered in the stuff.

We're lying on the floor. "This is such a waste of money." Rye states.

We just giggle, like three very irresponsible little teenagers.

"Yep, they're gonna kill us when they get back."

"Good thing we have another five months!"

Everything goes quite. "Finn, did you spike our drinks at dinner?" I ask, jokingly.

He gives a thoughtful look and rests his hand on his chin. "I don't remember if I did… if I did then I did it to myself as well. Wow the Finnick is loosing his touch!"

We all chuckle again.

"Guys what the hell is going on down there?! Katniss's voice shouts from upstairs.

We all sit up slowly knowing that she will be down here in a few minutes.

"Eh…." Rye stumbles.

"Peeta is being mean!" Finn shouts back, getting up.

I raise my shoulders. "Hey!"

I get up. Finn goes over to the fridge and brings out four bottles of beer. My eyes go wide. "Might as well get really messed up. It'll be the last time we can for months.

"Well I'm up for it!" Rye says excited.

"Um…"

"Come on Peeta!" Finn pleas.

I don't know. I've only ever gotten drunk once and that did not end well. The black eye the morning after was the proof. I might do something stupid.

"What the heck?" I give in taking the cold bottle.

Finn fist pumps the air. I'm pretty sure this guy has stolen his Uncle's bottles before and has probably been drunk many a times.

"What the hell happened in here?!" Katniss says from the doorframe, opened mouthed.

Rye and Finn start laughing again but I just stare. She only wears a long, baggy t-shirt that cuts of mid-thigh and even better, she has her long, flowing hair down. I know I'm ogling but I can't take my eyes of her.

She's beautiful.

"Peeta?" she asks.

I shake my head, feeling completely embarrassed. "Oh… um we got a little… hyper?"

It comes out more like a question. She nods her head slowly.

"Hey Katni- Wow you're hot!"

Rye has always been a light-weight when it comes to alcohol. "Ouch! Finn that bloody well hurts!"

He mocks pain. Finn looks pissed. "Don't say that about my sister, treat her with respect."

Brotherly Finn.

(Katniss POV)

There is flour everywhere. I've now got it on my bare feet as I go to stand next to Peeta, who sits on the counter top, watching Finn and Rye get hammered. I lean forward and ask, "Who do you think is going to throw up first?"

He chuckles and whispers into my ear, "Rye."

"you're wrong. Finn throws up after a bottle and a half, this looks like a new record."

It's true, whenever Finn sneaked alcohol for us, he was always down after no more than a couple of bottles.

"Well you have never seen Rye drunk before. He is such a light- weight it's unreal, just the mention of beer makes him think he can act like a prick."

"isn't he always."

He gives a boyish, lopsided grin and chuckles. That smile makes my stomach flip. How is he so gorgeous, even with white flour plastered to him. I take a swig of the bottle of beer. It tastes disgusting, I don't know how people can drink this non-stop, but it makes me feel good and forget.

This past week has been hard. Very hard. Every time I find myself alone, I lay down and sob like there's no tomorrow. I've found that I'm a pretty good actress. No one in the house has asked about my weird happy mood. I am happy… but only when I'm with people, when I'm distracted from the real issues. No one has mentioned Gale. No one has mentioned Haymitch. Those two thoughts make me sadder than I ever thought they would but my thoughts always lead back to one person… Peeta.

I can't get him out of my head! No matter what I do, I can't think of anything else. I'm confused. I thought he would've made some sort of gesture towards me after last week but he hasn't acted any different! I don't want anyone to know how I feel about him but I would appreciate it if he would acknowledge them. If he thought I would make the first move, then he is deeply mistaken. I'm kinda angry at him; when I'm alone but as soon as I see him, I can't be mad. I really hope he does something soon. I miss his hugs and sweet words, his soft lips on mine.

I need to know.

Peeta has been silently sipping away at his bottle, whilst I've been thinking. I have an idea to make him open up. "Lets make a bet."

He looks confused. "What?"

"Who can drink a bottle the fastest." I say happily, hoping from foot to foot.

I'm pretty good at handling my booze but I need Peeta tipsy for this. He gives me a quizzing look. "Are you sure? Mean what does the winner get out of this little bet?"

I can tell he's intrigued. "If I win then you have to answer honestly and fully to some questions of mine and you can come up with your condition."

I turn my head away. "What questions do you need me tipsy for?"

I smirk at him. "You'll see… but won't remember, hopefully."

His grin grows. "Ooh getting cocky are we Everdeen."

"Maybe." Is my only reply.

I get two new bottles out the fridge. Finn and Rye are through in the living room, still arguing. "Okay ready for this Mellark?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

We both get the caps off quickly and put the bottles to the tip of our lips. "One." I countdown.

"Two."

"Three."

And we're both gulping. After a few large gulps and a sore throat, I know I've lost but then I look over at Peeta and see his balance start to go.

I guess we're both light-weights. This is going to be interesting.