Two chapters in one day? HECK YEAH! I haven't got much to say but I NEED to thank BelieveInDream for helping me get this story out of my mind and onto your screens! Also, to my best friend TayLullabyLove for letting me borrow the name Asher. Both of them are great writers and I recommend you check them out for your own health and safety! Hahaha! Seriously.

Chapter 2- Romance

I wake up at the first sound of music coming from my alarm clock. I turn on my phone to check for any texts, emails, updates, or posts. Yep, it's true; technology has ruined us. Emails from Peeta, Clove, and Foxface, a two new texts from Rue and Thresh, and an Instagram post from Glimmer. I grab my headphones and pick my teeth-brushing song for today. Hot n' Cold by Katy Perry; my singing goddess. I can't sing, so I just kind of shout with the toothbrush in my mouth while trying to keep in time with the music.

"You! Change your mind! Like a girl, changes clothes!" I shout. I continue with my morning routine of part singing, part dancing, part checking my phone, part brushing my teeth. I plan on reading the email from Peeta in Study Hall since his are usually long. Clove and Foxface confirm that they will be back in town for summer vacation. Clove adds that she's written a play and would like us to help her perform it as a summer project, also that she'll email me the part she's chosen for me. Rue's text simply reads, tell peeta that i send him my congrats and id better be on the guest list! Thresh's is even shorter; ur bro's getting married? BACHLOR PARTY! As usual, Glimmer's new update is a cute outfit she bought and just HAD to post. Nice and short with plenty of cleavage to go around. Which is good, because the picture already has 155 likes within only 8 hrs of being posted. I roll my eyes and spit into the sink watching my saliva-toothpaste mixture wash away.

"And you! PMS, like a BEEEEEEEACH BALL! I don't know!" I say holding out the B in beach ball to see if my parents will yell that I "shouldn't be using that kind of langauge". I jump onto the carpet in my room. I open my closet and cover my eyes to pick my outfit. Purple plaid shirt with polka-dotted red skirt. I almost consider wearing the crazy color combo but then switch to torn and faded blue jeans with a rainbow belt. I grab my bookbag and slide down the banister. "Good-bye family of blood and marriage!" I shout before slamming the door and running to the bus stop.

I plop down in my usual spot next to Rue. She starts the ball rolling.

"So, do you think you'll be the Maid of Honor?"

"I don't think so." I say. "Katniss has a little sister, Primrose. They're really close. But I don't mind just being a bridesmaid."

"Katniss and Primrose." Rue says dreamily. "Where'd they get such cool names?"

"They're like you, named after flowers." There's an awkward pause as we try to figure out what to say next. "Did Clove tell you about her play?"

"Yeah. I knew that she did stage crew and played some minor roles in school and community stuff but I didn't know she wanted to write her own. And star in it. And direct it." Rue says. "Did she tell you what part you got?" I shake my head. "Me either. Glimmer said it has something to do with fairy tales."

"Cool." I say and we spend the rest of our bus ride in silence.

First hour math is easy, Pre-Calculus. Then Langauge Arts, fairly easy. Social Studies, which I hate, all those historical dates get mixed up in my brian. Lunch, which consists of a staring contest with Rue and finding out that the ground beef in her nachos, comes from a bag labeled "Mutton". Gross. It's times like these when I thank the Lord I'm a vegan. Science, Art, Cooking, and finally Study Hall. I sign the clipboard at the front desk saying that I took my study hall in the library so I don't get marked absent and take a seat. I whip out my iPhone and find Peeta's email.

Hey there Delilah! How much screaming and crying happened after the big news? God, I wish I could tell you how happy I am. It's like... Well, I can't describe it to you. There's this feeling I can't name and there's something I have in common with Katniss that connects us. Maybe someday when you fall in love you'll know what I mean. Now then, I know you want details on how I "popped the question".

I'd just finished my studying/homework when Katniss called and asked if we could go out and do something to celebrate the fact that we'd been dating over 11 months. I told her yes of course and I figured out that this would be the right time to ask her. Then I started hyperventilating and trying to figure out where to take her and then how to ask THE QUESTION. I grabbed the ring and put it in my pocket before meeting her at her dorm. God she looked beautiful, she wore a simple blue dress and had her half-smile. We went to the coffee shop I took her to on our first date. We'd been there literally, HUNDREDS of times but I knew that this would have to be really special. We sat at our usual table and ordered the usual drinks and the night was so perfect but I wanted something different. Then Katniss said I seemed tense, I denied it and blamed it on being nervous about going home for summer and the coffee making me jittery. She believed me of course. Then I started to go on about how gorgeous she looked and how much I loved her. Then Katniss blushed and I knew I had to ask her right then and there. So I paid the bill and then we got ready to leave. Just when she got up I grabbed her hand and- this will sound so cheesy and cliché but I don't give a damn- it felt like maybe for a moment time froze. I said I had something important to tell her and that it wouldn't change a thing between us. When Katniss looked scared I realized she thought I was going to break-up with her. The look on her face when I dropped down on one knee... I grabbed the ring box and opened it up, Katniss covered her face (she's not to good at showing her emotions) and started blushing like crazy. I started rambling on saying that she was the love of my life and that there was no one else in the entire world I'd ever want but her. (This next part is for your amusement Dells) Then I said,

"Katniss Everdeen, I love you. Will you marry me?"

She whispered yes really soft and then I stood up and kissed her. Everyone in the shop started clapping and cheering and then I put the ring on her finger and we both started crying.

There you go little sister, how I asked Katniss.

Love Peeta

P.S. You were right. Katniss liked the pearl better than a diamond. I owe you five bucks. :)

"What's that?" A quiet voice squeaks behind me. I turn around and see Ms. Trinket, the librarian, one of my friends.

"My brother asked Katniss to marry him. He just sent me an email telling me how he asked her." I say. Ms. Trinket's blue eyes twinkle and she swoons for a moment.

"Oh, that's so wonderful." She says. Her voice has a strange quality to it. Her vowels are either very wide or very long. I think she might be British, but maybe it's just because she's a librarian and she has that kind of voice. "Yes, the only romance for me is in romance novels."

"Oh, Ms. Trinket-" I begin.

"Delly, how many times have I told you? I knew Johnathon when I was a student teacher, Asher when I became a library assistant, and I've watched you and Peeta go through high school as a librarian. Feel free to call me Effie." She says.

"Effie." I correct. It's not that I feel uncomfertable calling a teacher by their first name, it's just that when I say Effie I feel like I'm cussing. "You'll find someone. I'm almost seventeen and I've only dated a few people. Two or three. You're 26, I'm sure you've dated lots of guys."

"A few..." Effie says. "Men don't like... my type." She trails off. Then goes to work on dusting ther books that no one wants to read. Not to be rude, but there aren't that many men who like her type. Effie is... quirky. She's like a cross between Lady Gaga and Zooey Deschanel. Quiet with a different sense of style. Like today, Ms. Trinket is wearing a spring green pencil skirt with a jacket to match and a large flower hair clip. It's almost as if she wants to be sterotyped as a weird librarian. But guys don't like my type either. To be blunt, I'm about ten pounds overweight. Okay, fifteen. It's a combonation of a slow metabolism and not being good at any sport with the words "ball" or "ing" in it.

"Effie." I whisper loudly. She looks at me curiously. "Every crooked pot, has a crooked lid." I smile knowing that it's exactly what she needs to hear. Sure enough, she smiles at me.

I tell Rue some of the details about Peeta's proposal and we talk about a cute new kid that winked at her in Algebra.

"A wink seals the deal." I say and Rue smiles. I promise to call her as soon as I know what part Clove gave me and that we'll try to get together to Skype her. I get off at my bus stop and walk in the front door. "Delly Cartwright is in the building." I say loudly. I find my parents in the kitchen sitting at the table. I feel a lump in my throat. They're in their "let's talk buisness" postitons with my mother sitting in her chair and dad standing behind her.

"Delilah, we need to talk to you about something." I gulp and set my bookbag on the counter, then sit across from them. "We recieved a phone call today." For a moment I relax, Effie must've forgotten to call the office to not mark me absent. It's happened before and with our romance talk today she probably thought she did when she didn't. It's school procedure to call home when a student is absent from one or more classes unexcused. And my parents know that I would never skip class.

"If the school called, Ms. Trinket was talking to me today and-"

"Delly, that's not who called today." My mother says slowly.