Watch Your Ground [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2: Katniss

"Peeta, I'm slightly concerned about this." I confess and we enter through our apartment door.

"I know, I am too." Peeta replies, chucking his stuff on the couch.

I rest mine on the table beside me and I jump when Peeta has me in his embrace. I feel sparks explode in the pit of my stomach. I have to try and ignore them. I don't know if my feelings for him are the same.

"Can you stay with me? At all times, well, most times?" I ask as I turn to hug him too.

"Yeah. We'll be safer that way." Peeta acknowledges and I see flecks of love in his eyes, but is it just the reflection of my own.

Peeta breaks away and runs his fingers through his hairs. "You want food now?"

"Yes please. I'm going to check up on our ammunition supplies." I state and Peeta nods.

I begin to walk away and I do a double take at the window when I see a figure move away. "Peeta." I whisper.

"Yeah Kat?" I feel myself internally smile when he uses his nickname for me.

"Someone's watching us." I comment and turn to look at his figure, by the kitchen.

"I'm thinking that hanging out with me will be more fun than checking our supplies with someone mysteriously watching you." Peeta suggest, grabbing my hand and leading me to the kitchen.

"Yeah I think so. Who wouldn't want to hang with you?" I say, ruffling his hair with my free hand.
I hear Peeta chuckle and place a smile on my face.

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My eyes open to a brightening world. The feeling of something wrong forms at the it of my stomach and gets me worried.

I push myself up to watch the door for a short time, the duvet slipping down my body.

I snap my head to see Peeta still sound asleep in the bed beside me. Looking somewhat peaceful.
Making as little sound as possible, I slip out of the bed. I brush the mattered hair out of my face and head towards the window to pull away the blinds.

I fall to the ground suddenly and groan as I see Peeta's gun case knocked over on the ground.

"Peeta." I whine and climb back up. I rip off the duvet lying over Peeta and he starts to stir.
"Your stupid case!" I shout at him which makes him jolt in shock. He turns to look at me, confused.

"Sorry." He mumbles, half asleep.

"Get up, we're packing." I mumble and draw open the curtains.

"What?" Peeta questions, sitting up to face me.

"If we get caught out at this 'mission' today, we need to be prepared. Don't you think?" I state, slightly angry and in pain.

"Someones moody this morning." Peeta comments and I sigh in anger, pressing my palm of my hand to my forehead.

"Move your case while you're at it." I instruct and head to the bathroom to get up further.

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I have no idea where I'm going with this story. 😣😣

Okay, I'm going to not be updating until later this weekend because I'm away on a school trip.

Thanks guys!