My Ivy [A Peeta x reader fanfiction]

oh don't blame me

Effie blabbers something about "tHe PeNtHoUsE" and how we "Get dessert and the careers don't". But you don't listen. You're too lost in thought. It's going to be hell in the games. I just know it. Or maybe Snow has some resting bitch face. But his eyes. They were like a snake. He hates me. You wander into your level of the training center, looking at the feast prepared on the table. You sit down next to Peeta, and Effie and Haymitch sit across from you two. You look at the lamb stew and the crescent rolls, but none of it looks good. Peeta looks at you from the side, and noticing your empty plate and face, dishes you up. 

"Thank you," you say, smiling as his hand briefly touches yours as he gives your plate to you. You  put the spoon into the soup, and lift it up to your mouth. You gasp at the taste. 

"Are those, plums?" You ask, shocked. "This tastes amazing!" 

Effie nods and talks about the color of them and how exquisite they tasted. But you didn't hear. The excitement of the delicious food has left your body, so you finish eating and excuse yourself to what you think is your room. 

But just to be sure, you ask a red headed Avox if it is, and she nods. You thank her and walk to your room. As you close the door, you take a look at your room. You have a king sized bed with raspberry red sheets, four white pillows, and a large bathroom. A shower. You already know that you're clean, but you want to wash the caked makeup off of your face. So you walk into the shower. You turn on the hot water and step in. Should I do rose or lilac? Lilac. It smells better. So you click the button, and instantly the scented water rushes over you. It's calming, almost. It's a soothing scent. After half an hour, you step out and put on the nightgown that is in your closet. It's by far your favorite out of the many that are in there. 

It's y/f/c, but pastel. It has long sleeves and a deep cut neck. There is lace around the edges and sheer waist. You grab a matching satin robe and exit your room. When you walk out, you see no one outside. Haymitch is snoring loudly in his room, and Effie is showering. But no Peeta. You walk to his room, and put your ear up to the door. You don't hear him initially, but then you hear clothing racks move. You knock, but when he doesn't answer, you barge in. 

"Ah!" He jumps, but then notices it's you and chills out. "Hi. Sorry, I didn't hear you come in." He's shirtless and searching desperately for pajamas. You laugh and grab him a bathrobe. 

"Here, wear this," you say, giving it to him. He puts it on and smiles. 

"I have someplace I want to show you." He grabs your hand and leads you up a ladder and through a door. "This is the roof. I noticed it when I first came into my room." 

You smile, and sit down next to him. The two of you sit for a while, and he smiles when the sun starts to set. Tears in his eyes form, and you ask him what the problem is. 

"Oh, nothing," he says. "It's just that—whenever I need a break, I go up into my roof to watch the sunsets. It just makes me calm."

You nod your head, completely understanding. You lean your head on his shoulder and he interlocks his fingers with yours.