Peeta and you have been best friends as long as you can remember. he had quite a bit more money than you, but that never bothered either of you.
this is my first time writing one of these so sorry if its bad.
this story is gender neutral so anyone...
you lay on the grass, using your black hoodie as a blanket. the stars were especially bright in the arena. you could barely see them back home because of all the light pollution.
you were worried for peeta, and then you heard a voice.
"we should stop soon its getting late, they'll broadcast the dead tributes soon"
you darted into the grass and aly on your back, hoping the long tendrils would disguise your presence. you used to play this game with your father when you were younger. you would lay in the tall grass in the meadow, and he would try and find you, like hide and seek.
these must of been the career pack.
the capitol anthem started to play
district 1 girl a
district 3 boy b
district 3 girl b
district 5 girl b
district 5 girl a
district 6 girl a
district 7 boy a
district 8 girl a
district 9 girl b
district 9 boy a
district 9 boy b
district 11 girl a
district 11 boy a
district 12 girl b
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a small amount of worry left you, but he was still out there.
the careers left loudly.
hours seemed to pass and peeta filled your thoughts constantly.
"(y/n)" someone whispered "(y/n)"
"peet is that you" you whispered back
"that would be me"
you sat up quickly and ran towards him. he held you tightly into a large hug. you felt a tear trickle down your cheek.
he held your face in his hands and brushed it away with his thumb. "i love you"
"i love you to"
(a/n) have yall seen tbosas movie yet? i died. i actually died.
