I'm literally so out of inspiration for this story guys like omg but I'm going to finish it cause isn't it the saddest thing when you find an abandoned story like Awwwwwwwww.
Anyway, here is what I managed to pull together for you guys:)
Katniss POV
I wake up the next day to banging on the door.
"What the-," I hear Annie mumble.
"Answer the doorrrr," I groan.
"No I don't want to!" Annie says also groaning.
"Neither do I!"
I hear Annie start snoring again and I growl as I get up to answer the door.
The knocking is very persistent and I'm pretty mad for being waken up.
I viciously throw a pillow at Annie and pull open the door.
Peeta stands there, dressed neatly, hair combed and smiling.
"You little-,"
"Don't say it," he says still smiling.
He side steps me and waltzes into me and Annie's apartment.
"Dude! Is this your home?" I ask angry.
"No but I know you were gonna let me in plus when it was only Annie here, I could just walk in whenever I wanted,"
He says smirking.
"How? Doors locked." I say standing stiffly with my hands on my hips.
"I have a key to the apartment Katniss," he says holding up the key chain.
"Then why did you make me get up and answer the door?!" I say annoyed.
"One, because I wanted to annoy you, two, because I had to make sure you had clothes on," he says smiling.
I hear Annie turn over and fall onto the floor with a loud thud.
"Why are you here anyway?"
"I came to ask you and Annie if you wanted to do something today," he shrugs.
"I'll come if you make me coffee," I say.
"Deal. I know Annie's coming cause she doesn't say no to me." He says smiling and walking off to make coffee.
I dress quickly, but brushing my hair is a different story.
"THIS STUPID BRUSH!" I scream ripping it through my hair.
"Chill dude," Peeta says walking into my room.
"Dude knock first," I say.
"I knocked on the front door and you didn't seem to like that," he says joking.
"I hate you,"
"You also hate your hair apparently," he says grabbing the brush and brushing the tips of my hair.
"Mostly," I say enjoying the feeling of someone else brushing my hair.
He gets done quickly and hands me back the brush.
"See? Patience is the key," he says.
I shake my head and he laughs.
"Let's go get your coffee,"
