You Only Live Once

Chapter 5

Katniss Pov.

"Morning Sunshine!" Peeta says to me the moment I wake up.

I rubb my eyes sleepily. It's really uncomfortable to sleep in a car.

"I was sleeping, you ass." I grumble to Peeta, who is still driving the car. "Did you drive all night?" I ask, and judging by the bags under his eyes I'd say he did.

"Yeah, but I'm not tired." Peeta says. It's true, doesn't particularly seem tired, but still. When is Peeta tired, anyway.

"A lot of energy drinks, I'd guess." I joke. Peeta smiles.

"Not really. They're not my type. I just can't get used to them.They taste like crap." Peeta says.I half expect him to start telling me some story about how he tried an energy drink then did something legendary. But no, instead he says nothing, and starts humming a song.

"Do you want meto drive for a while?" I ask, hoping he'll accept that because he hasn't slept all night and, let's just admit it, Peeta Mellark is certainly not the best driver. He's in fact the worst driver I've seen, it surprises me we haven't crashed yet.

"Sure, why not." Peeta shruggs "Let's just wait until we find some sort of dinner in the road or something."

I nod, although I feel insecure about Peeta driving, even if it is only for one more second.

"In the meantime, why don't you get dressed?" Peeta suggests refereing to my light pink pijama with kittens on it.

I immediatly feel shocked "What, in the car?" I ask.

Peeta nods and I glare at him. He is suggesting I get naked right next to him? No way! "Come on, I won't look." Peeta says "I promise with my heart and health." Peeta says, bringing his hands to his heart, leaving the steerwheel, making the car immediatly loose controll.

"Hands on the wheel!" I yell.

"Ok, mom." Peeta says sarcasticly "Cheez, relax. Let Peeta take care of everything and get dressed. I won't wait for you the moment we arrive the dinner."

I roll my eyes "What a gentleman." I grumble. I sight "Ok, I'll get dressed, but no peeking." I warn Peeta. "Or else!"

"I consider myself threatened, missy. And deeply offended." Peeta continues rambling about some stupid things, not even needing me to answer while I get dressed.

I pout when I notice that the clothes Peeta brought don't even match.

"You got to be kidding me! Even the shoes are different!" I snap, pointing towards my feet, wearing different colored sneakers.

"I think it looks neat." Peeta pipes up. "Why do you even have two pairs of shoes tha look alike, anyways?" Peeta asks.

"Because." I really don't have an answer for that. True, I have two pairs of vans, but they have different colours, something Peeta obviously can't understand. I could explain him this but I don't think it's worth my time.
So I move on to my next problem.

"Why did you bring the white jacket. You know I hate it!"

Peeta sights, obviously annoyed by my grumbling. "How was I supposed to know that?" He snaps "Why did you even by jacket that you don't like?"

"It looked nice when I bought it." I fight back.

Precisely when I was going to complain about the shorts I'm wearing Peeta stopsthe car.

"Let's just have breakfast, okay?" Peeta says leaving the car and heading to the restaurant. I follow him.

We come in the dinner and take a sit. I look around examining the place. It's a typical dirty dinner, with a old waitress wearing too much makeup and a buff smelly guy that looks threating behind the small window that leads to the kitchen.