The sun was shining, and a breeze drifted up from outside. I smelled the primroses that my sister had planted underneath our window, and sighed. If I could, I would relax all day with my toes in the dirt outside. However, darkness was spreading across the sky, and my plans were diminished.
The clock above the kitchen stove told me that it was 8:00. Tutoring was going to happen any minute now, but today, I didn't feel like learning. When the doorbell rang, I sprung up, and opened it. In popped Peeta, with a stack of books in his hand. I shook my head, and adamantly refused, "No, not today." I expected Peeta to roll his eyes, and begin the lesson, but instead, he put down the bag, and asked, "All right. What do you want to do?"
I opened the drawer full of movies that we had under our beat-up TV. I pulled out Tangled, an old favorite of mine, and displayed it to him. Peeta nodded absently, and looked around. "Where's Katniss?" he asked.
I suppressed a sigh. It was infuriating that Peeta and Katniss hadn't gotten together, but it was even more tiresome when all they talked about was each other. Every time Peeta tutored me, he bombarded me with questions about Katniss, giving off a strange forlorn smile every time I answered. Even Katniss asked questions without realizing it, over the dishes or before we went to bed. I know I sounded like a whiny two-year old, but why couldn't they pay attention to me for once?
"Katniss!" I screamed. "Do you want to watch a movie with me and Peeta!" After a few minutes, there was no reply. As soon as I was about to give up and play the movie, Katniss gracefully slided into the living room. She was wearing the elegant nightgown that I gave her two years ago, and her hair was out. Peeta gawked at her, and Katniss gave a shy smile. Peeta beamed at her back. I moved to the side, so Katniss would have to sit in between Peeta and I.
I played the movie. I had always loved it, but today I paid no attention to it. Peeta and Katniss were stealing glances at each other when they thought they weren't looking. Once Peeta pushed back a lock of Katniss's hair, and she smiled. Just kiss already! I wanted to scream, but I held my tongue. Love couldn't be rushed. It bid it's time, and struck in the most unusual times.
When the movie ended, I forced a yawn out. I put my head on Katniss's lap, and she softly sang to me, her voice bringing back old, and bittersweet memories.
When Katniss was convinced that I had fallen asleep, she stopped singing. There was a small beat of silence, until Peeta said, "That was beautiful. You are an amazing singer." Katniss replied, softly and sadly, "Everyone used to say that my father sang so beautifully that even the birds would stop to listen."
"Why did you say, 'used to?'" Peeta asked curiously. Internally, I frowned. Peeta knew this story! I had told it to him on the first day of art class. I don't know what ran through his head at that moment, but, the closest theory I had was that wanted to hear our story in Katniss's point of view.
"My father died in a mining accident. My mother never recovered. She ignored us as we starved to death, looked outside as we pleaded her to come back. I had to take on the family. I… hunted, outside with a bow and arrow. I brought down game, and we ate it at home." Katniss sounded like she was angry, that she hated her mother for all the suffering she had caused. That was true. Katniss had a steel heart, and only let in those she trusted.
"Isn't that illegal?" asked Peeta tentatively. There was a short span of silence, in which I guess Katniss nodded. "I know I can trust you. I know that you won't tell. Anyway, I had to do it. My mother… wasn't there. I hate her. It's strange, I know, but I utterly despise her."
Peeta said these next few words so quietly, I had to perk up my ears to hear him. "I hate my mother too. She, well, she used to beat me." Katniss gasped, and I opened my eyes wide, hoping Peeta wouldn't notice. How could Peeta's mom beat some one like him? I now realize why Peeta drew him as the person he hated. She was a witch.
Apparently, Katniss was thinking along the same lines as I was. "How could she beat someone as perfect as you?" she asked. I dimly heard Peeta chuckle. "You really think I'm perfect?" he asked.
Katniss blushed, and said, "I know that you are cute, you can could a heck of a meal, and that you are the sweetest person that I have ever met. Well, besides Prim." Peeta laughed, but he interrupted (why would he interrupt now? If I was being showered by compliments, I would keep nodding and smiling!), "My mother always told me that I was stupid and weak, and that I would never fit in anywhere."
Katniss was all smiles as she answered, "Well, you won me over!" Peeta shook his head, as he answered, "I didn't win you over. For that, I would have to do this." Peeta placed a hand around her chin, and brought it closer to his face. Both Katniss and Peeta leaned in, and I eagerly waited for Peeta's lips to crash on Katniss's and…
Katniss had pulled back. She straightened up, and I almost wanted to scream with disappointment. Peeta looked crestfallen too. "It's getting late," Katniss murmured. "Prim and I need to go to bed." She gently shook me awake. Little did she know that I had been awake the whole time.
I stood up, and bounded to my room. "Goodbye Peeta!" I called. Peeta waved.
Before Katniss headed into her room, she paused. Then she bounded back to Peeta, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Peeta flashed her a 100-watt smile back at her, and he sat, dazed, in the living room.
Peeta, before he left, had a strange expression on his face. He was determined to get her to be with him. And he wasn't alone. I was going to help him.
Both Katniss and Peeta deserved a happily ever after. And for that to happen, they needed to be in each other's worlds. They had to get get together. I was going to make sure of it.
Hey everyone! Chapter 5! Ok, so I got this wise message (from a fortune cookie) telling me, "Don't give up. The treasure that you are searching for might be very close by when you give up, and it is lost." (It also told me how to pronounce pork, but whatever, right?)
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