A/N: So sorry for the delay! I went away to camp and stuff, so I couldn't upload, then I had finals and now SCHOOL IS OVER! So here's some Pato. Peeto. Whatever. 3 (Starts Peeta's POV.)

I give a little smile. "Jeez.." I yawn a bit. "So tired..." ~

"Don't sleep!" I shake him a little bit to wake him up. "You might not wake up if you do, and that would be bad." ~

I groan. "Then distract me." ~

"Okay." I lean forward and kiss him passionately for about fifteen seconds, slipping my hand up the back of his shirt. When I pull away, I ask, "How would you like me to distract you?" ~

I come out of the kiss out of breath. "Well then... You act a lot more forward than someone who realized he was into guys last night." I smile at him mischievously. ~

"I'm not really surprised." I'm not completely gay. "Especially after meeting you." ~

"Okay, I've got to be dreaming. Nothing in my life has ever gone this right." ~

I stop smiling when he says that. "Listen...I don't know what went wrong with your life, but you aren't dreaming." ~

"Well...that's good." I take his hands in mine. "Very good. Like I said, though-I'll spare you the dramatic details." I laugh a little. "But it kinda sucked. So we have to make up for lost time, while we've still got some." ~

"Well, I don't see how someone like you could've been so wronged in your life...but if it makes you feel better, I won't ask." I sigh and lean against his tree, next to him. "So...I can't believe we happened." ~

"Maybe I'll tell you, someday." I look up at him. "I..can't believe it either. Bet you didn't volunteer expecting this." I laugh, and look down at my feet and yawn again. "I'm happy we did, though." ~

"I wasn't expecting this no matter where I ended up, let alone volunteering for it..." I look down at our hands and wonder what brought us here. I forced it out of him, really. Right now, I feel kinda guilty about that, but I'm glad I was so persistent. I'm still not glad that we met, though. Because now one of us has to die. Please let it be me. "You double-knot your shoelaces too?" ~

"Huh?" I look at him, and look back at my feet. "Oh!" I laugh, pulling my feet in towards me. "Yeah. It could seem stupid, but I never really had great shoes or whatever as a kid, just one old pair of boots and one old pair of sneakers. I never really wore the boots to school, so the sneakers were way worn, and the laces didn't tie so well. So I'd constantly be falling and stuff because they'd untie, and people would call me clumsy. And I really wasn't that clumsy. So I started double-knotting them so they wouldn't untie, and I stopped falling." It was a stupid story, but it got my mind off of everything, and back to a time where I didn't have to worry about the Games...so it was good. ~

I laugh a little and look over to him. "Is that why you called yourself clumsy before? Because you were used to it?" ~

"Exactly!" I smile. "I'm really not very clumsy, though. Of everything odd and peculiar about me, that's not one." My eyes find his again. "You do, too?" ~

"My laces always untied themselves. I never tripped, because I'm coordinated, unlike you." I laugh. "But my mom kept telling me that the untied laces made her nervous, so I started double-knotting them so that they'd stay." ~

"So you're a momma's boy?" I chuckle. "Gotta say, I never expected that." ~

"Shut up! I was only five or six when that started happening." I shake my head. "And my mother is a nice lady, okay?" ~

"I never said she wasn't!" I smile. "And it's not a bad thing persay, being a momma's boy." I squeeze his hand. ~

"I'm not!" Stop making fun of me, I think to myself. "You of all people shouldn't be talking. You bake!" ~

"So? So does my dad, and his dad, and his!" I stick my tongue out at him. "Mellarks have been baking forever." ~

"Alright, alright. Fine. You win this round." ~

"What's my prize?" ~

"Nothing." I say, blowing him a kiss. He doesn't get a real one. ~

"What if I win another round?" I didn't know there was a round to be won in the first place, but hey. Why not? ~

"Still nothing." I smirk. "Nah, I'm kidding...you only get the best sex in the world...too bad there isn't a second round." ~

My face gets extraordinarily red, redder than it's been around him before-and it was dark when I was blushing before. Now, in perfect daylight, I'm like a tomato. I try to turn away or tuck my head between my knees to hide it, but it's useless. ~

"Getting flustered, I see?" His attempt to hide his face is pointless. I know he's starting to get nervous. "Stop hiding." ~

"Noooo!" I whine, my face getting warmer and warmer the more I think about Cato and I-stop, stop, stop. You're only making things worse! ~

I lean to the side and pick his chin up so that he could look at me. "Breathe. It's not that great of a thought." ~

Oh, he doesn't know. I realize at this point my breathing is really heavy, so I stop myself for a moment and try to calm myself down. "That didn't sound like your usual cocky self." I smirk, attempting to put my thoughts in other places. ~

"No...it would've been great on my part. You...I'm not so sure." I wink. ~

I blush again, managing to get my head between my knees but then pull away, wincing in pain, because, of course idiot me forgot I have a giant gash on the side of my head and dirt on my pants. Five stars, Peeta. Five stars. ~

"Stop. You're hurting yourself!" I pull him closer to me and lightly touch his head where the bandage is. "You don't need to be so nervous around me." ~

"I can't help it." I smile at his touch. "That's how I get when I like someone a lot..A lot a lot." ~

"Last night it was love, and now you only like me a lot?" I pull back and cross my arms as a joke. "I don't think this can work out!" ~

"Wait, what?" I turn to him. No, no, I can't lose him. Not now. And of course, I get nervous. "I..I mean that I get nervous around everyone I like a lot, you know? Like as in romance, or people, or animals...I just..." Now I'm stumbling over my words like an idiot. Just quit it. "...I love you." I whisper, looking at the ground. ~

"Peeta, Peeta, chill." To calm him down, I lean over and kiss him on the forehead. "I was only joking." I guess he wasn't kidding about taking things too seriously. This relationship will be difficult. "I still like you." ~

"Now I must sound like a complete spaz." I shut my eyes and rest my head against the tree. "I want to apologize, but I know you don't like me saying it." ~

"You don't need to apologize." I scoot over closer to him and put my arm around him. "So, on a scale from one to ten, how happy does this make you?" ~

"Well, if I say anything over ten, I'd be telling the truth, but I'd also sound so cliche and cheesy." I laugh. "So I guess ten will have to do." ~

"Ten will not do." ~

"But then you'll call me out for being a cheesy romantic-which I am. But I'm not cliche." ~

"Ten will never do." I laugh. "I can be as cheesy as you. I swear, if I spend this whole day with you, I can probably pick up on it and sound just like you." ~

"Then I'll say...fourteen." I look into the sky. "I don't think I could imagine you being as cheesy as me." ~

"A fourteen...hm? I expect it to be a twenty by the end of today," I say. "And you just wait. I'll pick up on it. I always do." ~

"You've got to work for the twenty." I laugh jokingly. "And are you sure that's something you want to pick up on?" ~

"I won't be able to stop it. But it'll be funny, hearing that sort of stuff coming out of my mouth. I'll learn. Maybe my poor attempt at acting like you will make you laugh, and I'll finally reach that twenty." ~

"Maybe you will." I smile. "Maybe you will." ~

Yawning, I say, "I wish we had gotten a little more sleep earlier." ~

"Yeah...and now you won't let me sleep." I pout. ~

"You can't...you might slip away from me." Against my will, my eyes start to close. "Don't sleep." ~

"But..." I go to complain, but I don't want to make things worse for him. He's actually worried about me. Plus, my pounding headache is coming back. "Fine. I'll stay up. But you have to keep distracting me." I sigh, resting my head on his shoulder. "Clove was a rude awakening this morning." ~

"I'd imagine she's always a rude awakening. Her parents must be having some quiet mornings." I sigh. "She was just looking for any reason in the world to kill you." ~

"I knew she didn't like me from the start." I cough a bit. "But I don't think she'll give up on that quest quite yet." ~

Another yawn. "Do you think they're looking yet? For us and the packs, I mean." ~

"Maybe? Probably?" I yawn as he does. It's contagious. "I wouldn't be surprised, is what I mean." ~

"Yeah..." I stretch my arms and legs a little bit to keep them from going numb. "Peeta, you're a pretty cool kid." ~

"Of everything I've been called...cool's a first." I smile. "So, I'm a kid today?" I laugh a little. ~

"You seem to have a lot of firsts lately." God, I just want to sleep. "You'll always be a kid to me. Age difference." ~

"Definitely a lot of firsts..." I snuggle into him a bit. "First day and night in the Hunger Games, first best friend, first kiss, first time being called cool, first time coming out on television..." I laugh quietly. "Definitely a lot." ~

"And..." I think to myself about whether or not I should finish my thought, but I decide to conclude it, "first boyfriend?" ~

My heart skips a beat. I don't want to push anything, but there's something about this...even if we're in it so early, I'm so sure of it all. I pause before I answer him. "...Only boyfriend?" If, for any reason, we would both be able to make it out of here...I couldn't ever see myself with anyone else. That's not happening, but...but he'll always be my boyfriend. No matter what. ~

"Only?" For once, it seems like he isn't referencing his imminent death. I think he truly means he only wants me. "Whatever you want, Peeta. You can have it." ~

"I...I only want you." ~

"Damn. Then have me, you will." I reach for his hand again. "Whatever you want." ~

"Always?" My voice cracks. ~

He's committed to a relationship that only started at two o'clock this morning. But I guess in the Hunger Games, everything has to be rushed if he actually wants a chance at happiness, no matter how brief. "Sure." I smile at him. ~

And at that moment, I forget that we're in the Hunger Games. I forget that I'm going to die soon. I forget he is from District Two, and that I am from District Twelve. I forget that there are cameras around. I just kiss him. I kiss him, and never want to stop. ~

"Why, thank you," I say when he finally stops kissing me after a very long time. ~

"Thank you." ~

"There's nothing to thank me for." ~

"I feel like I have everything to thank you for." I yawn again and shut my eyes. "You'll always be my boyfriend, you know...no matter what." ~

"Nice to know." I laugh and close my eyes again. "You're good, Peeta. You're good." ~

"...So are you, Cato. You're a good guy." I begin drifting into some state of sleep. ~

A/N: And there you have it! There's bunches more where that came from, so review and maybe I'll post some more chapters today!