Peeta woke up to a noisy vibrating sound that was coming from the bed table on the left. Still dazed and tired, he blinked several times with his eyes, which had a tough time adapting to the bright light coming through the two big windows.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and grabbed his phone from the table.
He unlocked the lock-screen and first of all took a look at the clock. To Peeta's surprise it was 11:30PM, he didn't expect to sleep so tight.
A smile graced Peeta's face as soon as he remembered the last night and thought of the date he'd have with Cato later that day.

When Peeta checked his phone he noticed that he had missed about ten calls and got thousands of text messages from Katniss, asking where he'd been and if he was alright. By the hectic of yesterday's night, he completely forgot to tell them where he'd gone.
Peeta checked the missed-calls list and noticed that the last call from Katniss was two minutes ago, so he decided to call her back.

Peeta typed in Katniss' number and after a few seconds he already heard the tonewait from the other side. After a few more callsigns someone finally picked up.

"Peeta! It's you, oh my god finally! How are you, is everything alright? I was so worried, where did u go?" Katniss asked, her excitement clearly audible.

"Slow down, Katniss." Peeta chuckled. "Let me explain it to you."

"Yeah, it better be a good explanation." Katniss said with a more serious tone in her voice.

"It is. So hold on." Peeta said. "Last night, when you were planning to play pin-the-bottle and I went into the kitchen to get something to drink I met Marvel there and… well … something happened which made Marvel one of the reasons why I wanted to leave. Then I also started feeling very sick and dazed so I had to catch some air and…"

"Wait! What did Marvel do that made you wanna leave?" Katniss insisted.

"Th-that doesn't really matter, j- just… when I went outside of the house I kind of broke down on the sidewalk because of my nauseous feeling and I tried to regain my consciousness when out of a sudden Cato came from behind and tapped on my shoulder…"
Peeta decided not to tell Katniss the whole thing about Marvel; that boy was definitely drunk and unknown about what he did, so why should Peeta build up any unnecessary stress?

"Who… Cato?! Really?"

"Yea sorta, but well let me finish… , so… he was super caring and he demanded to walk me home because I felt so bad. When we walked home we…"

"Wait … he walked you home? So you two were alone the whole time? Peeta, am I right with what I'm thinking?" Katniss asked with a playful tone.

Peeta could feel himself blush but he ignored Katniss' question. "Uhm Wait… so we kind of um… well we… I don't know, we got to know each other more and Cato is so much more than everyone thinks. HE HAS feelings and he is really sensitive and… well; when we arrived at my house and stood in front of the door, h-he w-well…he…"
Peeta could feel himself blush heavily and he started to stutter.

"He did what? What?!" Katniss almost screamed.

"He… he well, I don't know how you'll feel towards it and I never told anyone about my feelings so…"

"Peeta, just say it! What did Cato do?"

"He... Cato kissed me, but…" Peeta stopped as Katniss' shrill voice already interrupted him.

"I knew it! I just knew it!" Katniss said and her laughter came through the telephone line.

"Wait, what did you know?" Peeta asked.

"You were always defending Cato when there was no reason for and the way you stared at him and talked about him, I knew you had something for him! It was so obvious!"

"Wait a second, was that why you told me to 'get along with Cato'?"

"Maybe?" Katniss sarcastically asked and they both chuckled.

"But seriously Katniss, how did you notice that I had a… umm …. thing for Cato? I mean I didn't even notice that by myself?! Just yesterday night I realized how beautiful and nice he really is…" Peeta's voice fell silent.

"I assumed it the whole time but I just really knew it, when I saw the way your eyes were sparkling and your smile was shining every time I mentioned Cato." Katniss sounded completely excited.

Peeta blushed even harder and a certain thought came into his mind.
"Katniss… so… it is not a problem for you that I like…boys?" Peeta asked carefully, feeling slightly nervous.

"Oh Peeta, of course not! I don't even care about that. You're amazing and you're a great friend, don't worry. I will of course support you. You have to live your life and do your own decisions not anyone else's."

"Thank you so much Katniss. This really means a lot to me." Peeta said with a smile on his lips.

"So… how did his lips feel?" Katniss asked, emphasizing the last two words.

Peeta smiled. "Well, it wasn't a real kiss; he only slightly graced my lips, because I immediately pulled back…"

"What? Why did you do that? I mean, that was like one of those perfect high-school-movie moments!"

"Yea, but he caught me off guard and surprised me a lot more than just a bit… but even though the moment our lips touched was only a millisecond, I knew that it felt right."

"Aww you sound so cute, then I hope you'll get your real kiss very soon."

"Oh…I don't know, I mean I don't want to force and rush things, I will let it come naturally. Oh, by the way I have to hang up now, because I will meet Cato later and still have to get ready."

"Whaaat, you are already meeting Cato today? Omg, this is so exciting, Peeta what are you going to wear? What are you going to do with him? When it's over, you must tell me how it was!" Katniss half screamed and panted.

"God Katniss, calm down, you're making me even more nervous. I have no idea what to wear and of course I will call you after that. Then, talk to you later!"

"Bye, Peeta, have fun and stay safe and don't forget to call me!"

"I won't, bye Katniss!" Peeta said and received another goodbye as he hung up.

When Peeta ended the call it was already 12:10PM. Cato would pick him up in less than two hours so he had to hurry by getting ready.
In the next about one and a half hours Peeta took a shower, picked his outfit - casual black colored denim jeans, a blue wooly sweater and black boots – and styled his golden blonde hair which was simply laid to the side.

Once he was ready he walked downstairs to have a little snack. He opened the fridge and grabbed out an apple. While he took a first bite he scanned the floor in an attempt to find his father but as usual he was nowhere to be seen. Peeta still had to kill half an hour so he decided to call him.
He grabbed out his phone and dialed the number but no one picked up the line.

Peeta tried to call for several times, but even after the third time no one picked up except the robotic female voice message on the mailbox. Peeta was getting annoyed and the absence of his father became overly suspicious.
Peeta decided to leave a note before he would leave the house so he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down the following words.

'I'm at a friend. Can we talk later? It's urgent! -P'

Peeta folded the paper once and wrote down 'Dad' on the white, blank side. He was just about to lay the note down on the table when suddenly the door bell rang.
Peeta turned around to look at the alarm clock; it was only ten minutes before 2, so Cato came a bit too early but that didn't really matter to Peeta. The waiting made Peeta terribly nervous so he felt really relieved when Cato finally arrived.

On wobbly knees Peeta walked to the door, his hands were slightly shaky and a mix of excitement, joy and fear overcame him. Peeta was afraid if Cato would still like him when they were getting to know each other closer and whether Cato would find his personality interesting. Could Peeta anyhow be able to satisfy Cato in any way? Why did Cato even want to see Peeta? To him, Cato looked like a Grecian goddess while Peeta thought he himself looked like a fool.

Peeta tried to get rid of these thoughts but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't shake them off.
Peeta took a deep breath and then turned the door handle and opened it.

At once Peeta looked straight into Cato's ice blue eyes and out of nothing all the excitement and fears seemed to fade.
Peeta was met with a bright smile, white teeth shining and blue eyes glistening in the sun light.
A certain unknown warmth and secureness spread in Peeta's stomach and it felt great and exciting in a positive way.

"Hey, Peeta." Cato smiled ever so charming.

"H-Hi, Cato." Peeta stuttered, a coy smile on his lips.

"How are you?" Cato said and gave Peeta a playful smirk.

"Uhm… good, thanks. How about you?"

"I feel great." Cato replied.

Peeta turned his head and looked up to Cato.
Cato smiled playfully at Peeta, his eyes demonstratively wandering from Peeta's face down to his feet while inspecting every inch of his body. Of course Peeta noticed the stare, his hands got slightly sweaty and he was unaware of how to reply to the situation. Once Cato was back up at Peeta's face, he looked right into the blonde baker boy's oceanic blue eyes; Cato's smile got wilder as he noticed that Peeta was staring back right into his eyes and responded with a showy wink.
In response, Peeta blushed heavily, he tried to hide his blush as he looked down to the ground and smiled nervously, but when Cato purposely touched Peeta's left hand, the smaller boy's blush got even stronger and no matter how hard Peeta tried, he wasn't able to hide his red flaming cheeks.

"Everything alright?" Cato asked, his tone playfully innocent.

"Y-yes of course. When are we at yours?" Peeta asked nervously while taking a look on his phone to realize that they've already been walking for ten minutes.

Cato smiled. "Right there."
Peeta looked up and Cato pointed to the house on the opposite side.

The view stunned Peeta. The house was huge, it wasn't just a house but a villa; it had a plain white, shiny quartz facade and marble slabs marked their way through the big garden to the terrace which was supported by two small columns and to top it all there was even a little garden pond that flowed right next to the marble slaps.

"Wow" was everything that came to Peeta's mind at such a sight.

Then Cato led Peeta over the street, through the garden and finally to the door on the terrace. Cato opened the door with his key and stepped in.

"Wanna come in?" Cato asked charming.

Peeta nodded and still in awe, he followed Cato into the house. As soon as they were inside, Peeta's stare was wandering around the amazing entrance hall.

Cato must have noticed Peeta's amazed observing, as he stopped and looked at Peeta with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Told you my parents are rich as hell. Unfortunately that is probably the best thing about them." Cato snickered.

"Wow, I see. I'm impressed." Peeta replied astonished.

"By the way, my parents aren't at home so we are alone the whole time; they are spending the rest of the week in Milan because of any meetings or something like that." Cato added.

Cato motioned towards Peeta to follow him. They walked into the living room, where a huge TV screen was hanging on the wall, a big white sofa with faux-leather pillows and a dark woodened table, probably mahogany, was placed in the middle of the room on a huge white faux-fur rug.

Peeta looked around the room and his gaze stopped at the TV when a certain thing caught his attention.

"Oh wow, is that a play station?" Peeta euphorically walked to the game console with a grin on his face.
"How is it? I never played on something like that! Is it fun?" Peeta asked, inspecting the play station carefully.

Cato laughed and Peeta turned around to check what made Cato chuckle.
"You're cute." Cato said. "If you want to, we could play a round or two?"

Cato's comment caught Peeta completely off-guard once again and he blushed ever so red.
"Uhm… y-yeah, I'd really like that." Peeta murmured. With Cato, Peeta always got nervous so easily; Cato had this huge ability to make Peeta feel totally sheepish and bashful with just a single comment.

"Okay, great. I will get you something to drink then, I'm right back." Cato winked and disappeared into the kitchen, which, Peeta assumed, must have been just as huge and beautiful as everything else in this villa.

While Cato was in the kitchen, Peeta inspected the huge living room, or better, the living hall. His eyes flickered over the bookshelves at the walls. Not even a single framed photo of Cato or his parents was standing anywhere.

"You're still standing? You know that you're allowed to sit down, right?" Cato asked as he walked back into the room with two glasses of lemonade.

"Oh uh, sorry. I guess I didn't want to be impolite or something." Peeta said as Cato handed him one of the glasses.
"Thanks." Peeta mumbled and smiled slightly.

"You're welcome - and please, just feel at home. Also, to be honest, I don't think there's a way that you could ever be impolite." Cato winked and sat down on the sofa as he patted the place right next to him.

Peeta smiled and nodded as he sat down next to Cato. He took a sip of his lemonade while Cato reached under the table and brought out two white controllers.

"Here, take it." Cato said as he gave one controller to Peeta.

"Thank you." Peeta took the controller and turned it a few times in his hands to take a closer look at the shaping.

"So… I thought we could play Mortal Combat? There we can fight with each other and… oh hell – I'll of course defeat you like right away, but why not give it a try, no?" Cato laughed and started the intro of the game.

"Who says that though? I might win and then I'd like to see your dumbfounded face." Peeta chuckled.

"Hm, well that ain't gonna happen, but okay, we'll see and yeah, most probably you will even win." Cato said sarcastically.

"Yes! We will see." Peeta replied in the same tone Cato used.

Then Cato quickly explained to Peeta which buttons are needed for which actions and then pressed on 'PLAY'. The title melody of the game started and in an instant, both had characters that were standing in front of each other in a kind of temple-styled dungeon.

Cato directly aimed towards Peeta's character and made the first hit.

"Omg! Wait, that's unfair, I forgot how to go forwards while fielding a hit. Now take this!" Peeta exclaimed as he proceeded towards Cato's figure and placed the first punch.

"Ha!" Peeta screamed, which Cato responded with a laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" Peeta asked.

"That's why." Cato replied with a grin, as he quickly ran towards Peeta's character and hit him to the ground.

"Hey!" Peeta said as he took over his controller and desperately tried to break free, but all he could do was observe as Cato punched his figure to death.

'GAME OVER' appeared on Peeta's side as soon as the life indicator went on zero.

"That wasn't fair, that was cheating and you distracted me on purpose!" Peeta complained.

"Proof it?" Cato snickered.

"You're an idiot." Peeta said jokingly.

"Oh, what did you just call me?" Cato asked sternly.

"Nothing - it was just a joke." Peeta half laughed, half spoke.

"Yeah, of course. Then this will be nothing as well..." Cato brought his hands up to Peeta and as he leaned closer to him, Cato started tickling him all over his torso.

Peeta replied with uncontrolled laughing as he vainly tried to turn away from Cato's tickle attack.
"Stop!" Peeta screamed but he was already interrupted by a sound of his own laughter as Cato tickled even harder.
"Cato… stop… I can't… stooop!" Peeta laughed as he squirmed away from Cato's fingers, which always found new spots where Peeta was super ticklish.
"Hahahaha – Cato! Seriously, stop!"

"Nope! You called me an idiot!" Cato answered with a huge grin on his face; obviously enjoying to tickle Peeta to death.

Suddenly Cato found an extremely ticklish spot which made Peeta startle heavily as he jumped away from Cato's grip and, because of the quick rotation, both fell off the sofa and at once they were laying on the ground; Cato on top of Peeta, both laughing at the funny situation.

When they finished laughing, they were still smiling and panting out of exhaustion. Peeta tried to regain his breath from the heavy tickle attack as he closed his eyes.

When Peeta opened his eyes and re-caught his breath, he directly looked at Cato. Both looked each other deep in the eyes; blue clashing against blue once again. Peeta looked up at Cato, and Cato looked down at Peeta. Cato's eyes traveled down to Peeta's lips and then back to his eyes; he then brought his right hand up to Peeta's check and gingerly stroked it.

"You know, I'd really like to repeat that one from yesterday." Cato almost whispered.

"Me too." Peeta replied in a similar whispery tone which was all that Cato needed to pursue each other's desire and in a second Cato's lips were pressed down on Peeta's, both inhaling the moment and laying into the kiss.

Peeta felt fireworks, butterflies, shooting stars and burning fires all at once. An incredible, lustful and passionate warmth filled Peeta's stomach and made its way up his spine and neck and reached its peak where both, his and Cato's lips, were touching and fire sparks marked the collision.

The boys shortly parted their lips to take a breath and look each other into the eyes, but it didn't last long as Cato was already crushing his lips down on Peeta's again. This time though with more force and more passion, whereupon also Peeta increased his pressure on Cato's lips as his lust was steadily rising.
Peeta brought his palms up to Cato's neck and Cato supported his hands on Peeta's cheeks. The air around them was getting hotter with each second and then suddenly Peeta could feel Cato's tongue that was licking his upper lip and asking for entrance. Peeta opened his lips and Cato directly entered Peeta's mouth. Their tongues found each other and were fighting for dominance, even though both the boys knew that Cato would win the battle anyway. Eventually Cato conquered Peeta's tongue and explored his mouth.
As their kisses got even more intimate and impassioned, Peeta let out silent pants, which sounds were alluring Cato even more, so he increased his force every time Peeta made a noise.

A short time later they separated their lips and stared each other deep in the eyes. Both were heavily panting and enjoying the lustful moment as the pleasure was clearly visible in their eyes.

"That…. was… amazing…" Peeta gasped, his eyes widely opened and a big smile on his lips.

"It was." Cato said huskily as he buried his right hand in Peeta's golden hair.

Cato got off of Peeta and stood up. He stretched his hand towards Peeta, who thankfully took it, and helped him up.

"You know what?" Cato asked; that playful smile on his lips once again.

"What?"

"How about we order some pizza? That kissing-session made me really hungry." Cato said.

Peeta blushed slightly "You're serious?" He laughed.

"Yes, except you object?" Cato grinned.

"No… I mean, I am quite hungry myself." Peeta had to admit.

"See?" Cato laughed and walked over to the telephone.

About fifteen minutes later, the pizza man arrived at the door. Cato stood up from the sofa and walked towards the entrance door. He paid the deliver and brought the pizza inside.

"Can I help you?" Peeta called at Cato, who was right now in the kitchen.

"No, thanks. Get yourself comfortable, I'll be right back with two plates and pizza." Cato called back.

Peeta loved this sofa, it was so soft and comfortable and it also looked beautiful. Cato's house in general was extremely beautiful and Peeta couldn't deny that he was slightly jealous of such an amazing villa.

"Here it is." Cato walked into the room and placed the pizza on the mahogany table.

"I didn't realize I was so hungry up to now." Peeta stated as he looked at the pizza.

"I know right." Cato replied as both grabbed their first slice of pizza.

"Mmhhhh, it tastes amazing." Cato mumbled with a full mouth as Peeta took a bite of his piece as well.

"It does." Peeta answered after he gulped his bit.

When Peeta finished the last bit of his pizza slice, he noticed that Cato was watching at him closely.

"What?" Peeta asked ever so innocently.

"Nothing, just… you've got some melted cheese on your lip. Wait a second."

Peeta raised his eyebrows when Cato suddenly slowly leaned in; surprised, Peeta stayed in his position and let Cato come closer. In a second Cato was just only a few inches apart from Peeta's face and he looked right into the baker boy's eyes and then down to his lip.
Cato brought his mouth down to Peeta's so that it was only a millimeter distant from his own. All of a sudden Cato brought his tongue out and licked over Peeta's upper lip as he traveled down with his tongue to Peeta's lower lip and then took the piece of cheese with his teeth from Peeta. Cato nibbled carefully on the smaller blonde's lip, and then gulped the piece down.

Cato leaned back and looked at Peeta, who was blushed all over his face. He felt so sheepish and embarrassed, but a tiny little part of him was slightly aroused. A feeling Peeta never really had before, a feeling that felt just right.

"Uh…Th-thanks." Peeta stuttered unaware of how to response to this situation.

Cato winked playfully and took another pizza piece into his mouth.
"Shall we watch a horror movie?" Cato asked with a mouth filled with pizza.

Peeta nodded. "S-sure!" He stuttered, still processing the act.

Cato then disappeared to get the movie and turned his head to wink at Peeta as he walked through the door frame.

A few minutes later Cato was back in the room with a DVD, which Peeta already looked curiously at.

"What are we watching?" Peeta asked.

"Carrie." Cato said. "It's the new version with Chloë Grace Moretz as the main character. I heard it's a really scary movie but let's see."

"Ohh, okay. That's great to be honest. I wanted to see that movie for a while now." Peeta replied.

"You do?" Cato asked.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Then today is your lucky day." Cato said, as he jumped over the sofa and sat down next to Peeta, so that their shoulders were only a few inches apart, and then started the film.

The movie was a film adaption to Carrie from 1976 which is originally a novel from Stephen King. The plot is mainly about a 16-year old girl, who recognizes her satanic powers throughout the movie and struggles with her mother, who is strictly catholic, and the kids in high school, who use to bully her tremendously.

In the beginning, Peeta was quite concentrated on the movie but sometimes Cato mad an attempt to brush his hand slightly over Peeta's which distracted him completely from the film. At a time they sat directly next to each other and Cato put his arm around Peeta.
Peeta, who couldn't avoid Cato's immense physical contact anymore, turned his head to look straight into Cato's eyes. Cato made notice of that and looked into Peeta's eyes as well. The baker boy's heart pounded loudly a second time this evening and in an instant Cato pressed his lips down on Peeta's another time this evening. While the movie came totally forgotten, they shared another few kisses and then pulled back to take a breath. Cato then pulled Peeta into his lap and their kissing got even more passionate and heated.

They were making out for a few more minutes and this time Peeta was pressing his lips down on Cato's. Cato was a just about to strip off his shirt when Peeta's phone suddenly rang. Startled, Peeta pulled back from Cato's lips and hopped from his lap. Peeta noticed that something hardened hit his thigh, but giving it not much attention, the smaller blonde quickly picked up the phone.

"It's my dad." Peeta said when Cato looked at him with a questioning expression

"Hello? Dad?" Peeta asked.

"Hey Peeta. You said you'll be back in the evening. Where are you? I'm waiting." His dad said on the other line.

"Uhm… I was with a friend." Peeta said as he looked at Cato to see his reaction who grinned playfully.

"You think you can come home now?" Peeta's father asked but in a way more demanding than asking.

"Yeah… sure. I will come home now. See ya." Peeta answered and hung up. He stood up from the couch and grabbed his jacket from the table.

Cato looked at Peeta and raised his brows.

"I-um… sorry, I need to go." Peeta said and stroked his right arm.

"Now already?" Cato asked.

"Yeah, my dad sounded quite upset. I don't know, maybe I'm wrong, but I don't want to challenge it."

"I see." Cato said as he stood up and walked towards Peeta. "Well, it was a nice evening. I truly enjoyed it." Cato added.

Peeta smiled and walked to the entrance door. Cato followed him of course and as they reached the door frame they stopped for a second.

"I … really liked it as well." Peeta stated as he blushed slightly.

Cato thought Peeta looked unbelievably adorable in this moment and he tried his best not to kiss those soft lips in front of him. He didn't want to come off as needy or pushy, even though they already shared a few many kisses this evening.

"We should repeat that any time soon. I will message you later." Cato said as he opened the door for Peeta.

"Yes…" Peeta whispered. There was a short moment of awkward silence where none of them knew what to do. Peeta then just tried to break the awkwardness and made his way down the entrance steps.
"Uhm… so, see you then." Peeta said as he waved and walked down the steps.

Quickly, Cato followed him and grabbed his wrist. He turned Peeta around and presses his lips on the smaller ones. First, Peeta was surprised but then leaned into the kiss.
After a few seconds they broke the kiss and Peeta smiled widely.

"You didn't think there'd be no goodbye kiss for me, did you?" Cato asked and grinned ever so playful.

Peeta blushed. "Good night, Cato." He said and bit his lip as he turned around to leave the place. Cato smiled and watched as Peeta walked through the houses' garden.

About fifteen minutes later Peeta arrived at his house. When he opened the door with his key, he saw his father, who stood right in front of him in the hallway with an awaiting expression.

"Hello Peeta." He said.

"Uhm, hey. Were you waiting for me?" Peeta asked.

"Yeah, I was. We need to talk."

"I know, that's what I left on the note for you – did you read it?"

"I did. I think you noticed my absence over the last days."

"Yea, of course I did. Where have you been all the time?" Peeta asked as he put off his jacket.

"I did some preparations. We have to change something." Peeta's father spoke and walked into the kitchen witch Peeta following him.

When they sat down at the kitchen table, Peeta curiously raised his brows towards his father, who cleared his throat.
"The last days, I was driving back and forth between our new home in Silver Lake and our old town where we used to live before."

"What? Why would you do that?" Peeta asked bewildered.

"Peeta, you need help from someone who can help you with your current state. I found a perfect psychological institute for young teenager like you that will take care of you. I made things clear so that you don't have to live in the institute the whole time, so you can stay with grandmother."

"Wait! What?! Are you serious right now? Dad, I don't need anyone's help! I'm super okay; I just want to move on!" Peeta screamed and stood up from his seat.

"Peeta, stay calm! Listen! You have to make up with your awful experiences and the cruel things that happened to you. I am not in the position to help you out of this hole and that is why we need some extra help. I prepared everything this week so we could still drive tonight. And we will drive!" His father exclaimed with a serious tone.

"Are you blind? I don't even know what to say – do you even take one single look at me? Silver Lake is doing good things for me, I don't want to move again and I definitely don't ever want to go back to this terrible place. Just let me stay here! I need a normal life and a real father that cares for me – not any doctors; I just want to move on!" Peeta whined, tears collecting at the edges of his eyes, but he wouldn't allow them to come out, not yet in front of his father. It would just proof the weakness and hurt that Peeta's dad sees in his son.

"No buts! I thought over this many times. Get up your room and grab your things together and pack your suitcase. We are leaving in ten minutes!"

"Can you even consider yourself as my father? What the hell is wrong with you, can't you see that I am trying to go on with life and you give your best to destroy that all over again? How could you do this to me? I'm your son!"

"Peeta, I just want the best for you. You can't understand my decision now, but soon you will be thankful." His father uttered as he demonstrated towards the door for Peeta to go upstairs.

There was no room for debate and Peeta knew he lost and what his father said would be happening for real. He'd never see Katniss or Cato ever again and he would be locked with doctors 24/7 for the next few months. How could anyone live like this? Why did his father want this? At the end of it all he was his father and he should want the best for Peeta and not the worst, shouldn't he?

Peeta rushed out of the room, banged the kitchen door shut and ran upstairs. As soon as he was in his room, he broke down to his knees and burst out into silent cries. He didn't want this at all and was forced completely against his will. His dad should give Peeta what he needs at such a tough time which is for sure not any psychological institute, but a caring and loving father who is there for Peeta and doesn't take him away from everyone and back to their old cruel town where Peeta lost everything and everyone.

When Peeta gets up from the floor a certain idea comes to his mind which made his pulse race and his mood change.
"Cato." He quietly whispered as he quickly ran over to his suitcase, stuffed in the most important things and put on the other black jacket he had in his room.

Peeta didn't want to obligate and follow his father's crazy ideas of making up things. Peeta didn't need psychological help and his father had to see this. It was getting better, the nightmares were disappearing since he'd been in Silver Lake and all he needed are people that cared for him and those people did Peeta found here.
Peeta checked at the door whether his father was coming up wasn't. Peeta already carefully opened the window and took his luggage bag, but before he wanted to climb out of the window to go to Cato, he took out a piece of paper and started writing.

- I won't come back until you won't see that I don't need any psychological help. I need a real father and I need this, a new beginning and a new life where no one judges me because of my past. -P –

Peeta left the note on his desk and crawled out of his window. If he was lucky enough he maybe could stay at Cato for a few days; hopefully long enough until his father would get rid of that sick idea.

The thought of leaving and escaping from his dad, made Peeta feel awfully guilty but he knew that there wasn't any other option. Of course the last months weren't easy for both of them and at the end of the day Peeta loved his father, but the only feelings he had left for him right now in this moment were anger, disappointment and pain, in such a harsh way that it terrified Peeta.

When Peeta climbed out of his window frame, the emotions took over him and tears flooded down his cheeks. He'd never thought he would have to flee from the most familiar person in his life.

While Peeta was crying he ran as fast as he could. Peeta didn't really know why he was running in the first place, it was obvious his father wouldn't be able to catch him anyway, he didn't even know about any person that his son met here already. It was more than just reaching Cato as soon as possible, he was escaping from the sadness, the past and eventually indeed from his father, who reminded Peeta every day of the cruelty they've met in the bygone year.

About ten minutes later Peeta reached Cato's house. Peeta didn't know how late it was by now but the sky looked as black as onyx and the air was deadly silent. He walked through the front yard and as he stood in front of Cato's house door, he inhaled deeply and knocked on the heavy frame.
Peeta felt extremely exhausted and tired, the salty tears already dried on his cheeks and now and then a single drop would still find its way out of his eyes. Peeta just hoped Cato would let him in.

A few seconds someone opened the door. A Cato only in boxers, being shirtless, stood in front of Peeta, and gazed completely bewildered at what he was seeing. Peeta, whose eyes were red from crying, tears glistening on his face, stood there helpless with a big bag in his hands.

"C-can I p-please stay here for a while... I-I've got nowhere to go." Peeta managed out while sobs started to come out as he raised his voice.

Cato immediately wrapped his arms around Peeta and pressed him close to his chest and brought him inside.
"Sure Peeta, come in. Don't worry, whatever it is we can fix it."

Inside, they sat down at a table and Peeta told Cato everything that happened between him and his father. Cato was super caring all the time and tried his best to cheer Peeta up.

Later that night Peeta calmed down. He didn't care about his father anymore, he was just happy to be with Cato at that time. Eventually they sat down on the couch and Cato put on a movie to soothe Peeta. At a time Peeta fell asleep on Cato's bare chest. Cato then switched off the movie and carried the sleeping Peeta into the bedroom. They then went to sleep in the same bed and were lying next to each other.

Suddenly in the middle of the night, Cato woke up to silent but painful sobs. The sounds came from Peeta and it broke Cato's heart.

He slid over to Peeta's side and turned him around to look in his face. Peeta was obviously half-sleeping and half-crying; maybe he was having a gross nightmare as his brain was processing the things his father said to him and maybe also other, even worse things that Peeta experienced in his life.

"It's alright, don't worry we will find a solution." Cato whispered as he wrapped his arms around Peeta and pressed the smaller blonde to his chest so he could rest his head on it.

Cato slowly stroked Peeta's scalp through his golden locks which seemed to relax Peeta's muscles as his breath was becoming even and slow.
Half asleep, Peeta nestled himself into Cato's torso and after a time both fell to sleep again as Peeta was enclosed by Cato's strong arms.