Maybe It Can Be Real

Chapter 19

ALL RIGHTS GO TO SUZANNE COLLINS. I OWN NOTHING.

ENDING OF LAST CHAPTER:

I just nod my head in response. Before I can get up, though, he picks me up and carries me upstairs. He lays me down and covers me with the blanket.

"Thanks," I yawn. "Goodnight, Peeta. Love yah," I mumble sleepily.

He laughs a little. "I love you too."

I fall asleep directly after he says that.

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My eyes slowly open. It's still dark out. I look to my left and I see that my bedside clock says 4:17. I groan because it's too early to wake up. I roll over and rest my head on Peeta's chest. My arm drapes over his stomach, and I fall back asleep.

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Bright light shining on my eyes causes me to wake up later. I can feel Peeta shift slightly beneath me, so I crack open my eyes and look up at him groggily. I squint up at him.

"Good morning," he says in a raspy morning voice.

"The light. It hurts," I whine as I bury my face in his chest and pull the comforter over my head. His chest vibrates from his laughter. "This is not a laughing matter, Peeta," I say seriously. "My eyes hurt and you are laughing and I want to sleep and I also want food but I have decided to sleep more and this sentence is a complete train wreck so goodnight." He laughs more, so I sigh over exaggeratedly and try to go back to sleep.

"You're completely out of it, Katniss. You probably won't remember this later," he says.

Peeta then gets up, so I lose my pillow. "Come back," I complain through the covers.

"I've gotta go downstairs. Sorry. When you wake up, there's a possibility that I might be gone," he says.

"Uhm, okay," I reply glumly. Before his footsteps hit the bottom of the staircase, I'm asleep yet again.

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I pace around the coffee table in my family room. My fingers tug at the end of my hair, and my breathing is quick. I shut my eyes for a moment, then they fly open.

I don't know where Peeta is, and I could really use his comfort right now. In 24 hours will be six years since my father died. My fath-

Oh my God. My hand flies to my forehead in the classic face-palm.

"You're such an idiot, Katniss!", I scream out loud. "Peeta lost his entire family in the bombing and you haven't given him any comfort! What's wrong with you?", I continue to scream at myself.

I ramble on to myself for a little bit. About halfway through I started throwing things around the room.

"He lost his entire family and you decide to pout and have him comfort you over one person. Brilliant, just brilliant, Katniss," I hiss.

I pick up an object without looking at it and turn around to chuck it, but I stop my arm mid-throw when I see Peeta standing in the doorway. It drops out of my hands, and my arms gravitate back to my sides.

"Uhm, hello," I try to say nonchalantly. I walk over to my bookcase and rest my arm on it. "S-so how's life?" I mentally roll my eyes at myself. Real smooth, Katniss.

"Why didn't you tell me you felt like that?", he questions sadly.

I slide down the bookcase and sit on the ground. I put my head in my hands. "I didn't know either up until about," I now pause and look around the room. I count the things I threw. I continue my sentence, "16 thrown items ago. I felt it deep down, but never acknowledged it, I guess."

He walks over and sits down next to me. I sigh. "How long were you standing there?", I ask.

"For probably about 7 thrown items," he replies. I bang the back of my head against the bookcase a few times. "I'm sorry I'm such a crappy girlfriend," I mumble.

"You're not a 'crappy' girlfriend, Katniss. I don't know why you think that. You're amazing," he tells me.

"No, I'm not," I retort. "As you heard from my rambling, I made you comfort me about one person while your entire family has passed," I say. I didn't want to say died, so I said passed. "Which is my fault," I say. I know that's not true, but it just popped out.

"Katniss," he begins, but I cut him off.

"I know, I know it's not my fault. I don't know why I said that. It just came out. But I still feel bad, and I hope you realize you don't deserve me."

"It's the other way around," he utters. "I don't deserve you."

I glare at him. "Don't go there. You know I don't deserve you. Haymitch knows it too! He said I could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve you," I explain. "Heck," I continue, "I could live a billion lifetimes and never deserve you."

He looks like he debates on something to say, then after a silent argument, he says, "Okay, you think you don't deserve me, and I think I don't deserve you. Fair deal?", he asks.

I rest my forehead on my knees. "Yeah."

He rubs small circles on my back. "I'm sorry. About everything," I whisper.

He laughs quietly. "You don't have to apologize for anything." We're silent for a few minutes.

"Are you hungry? I know you said you were earlier," he says. I nod my head vigorously before he completes his sentence. I stop abruptly, though.

"I never said I was hungry earlier," I say skeptically. He laughs again, but this time loudly.

"Yeah you did. You woke up earlier and started rambling on. It was pretty funny," he says. "And I even told you that you probably wouldn't remember that conversation later. I was right!", he cheers.

I look down sheepishly. That's not embarrassing at all.

"Oh, you know I'm just teasing you because I love you," he says. A sly grin covers his face. "By the way, I may or may not recall you saying you were my girlfriend. Have we officially decided this?"

I laugh. "I kinda took it that we were, considering we kiss, say I love you, and live together, and all."

"True," he replies. He smiles. "I like it."

I lean in and kiss him. "Me too."

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