The New Neighbor

Chapter 8

Peeta and I start packing up the plates into the basket. After we do that we just lay on the blanket, talking and looking at the stars.

As the night comes to an end, Peeta takes me home. We stand at my porch and he leans his forehead against mine.

"Thank you, for the wonderful date." I say and smile.

He smiles as well. "I'm glad you liked it."

He leans in closer, closing the gap between us and keeps his hands steady on my waist. This night is something that I will never forget. I unconsciously wrap my arms around his neck and tangle my hands in his hair. We stand there for a minute and then pull back for air.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" He looks at me with hopeful eyes.

"Maybe." I smile at him.

"Goodnight Katniss." He kisses me once more and then leaves. I watch him walk away to his house. He looks back at me and smiles. I smile back and then he disappears into his house.

"Goodnight Peeta." I softly say and go inside as well.

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I groan as my alarm goes off. Why is it even on? It's Sunday. I turn it off and go back to sleep. After closing my eyes for at least a minute, I wish I could say that I instantly fell asleep. I didn't. Prim jumps on my bed and lies down next to me.

"Hey little duck." I say and turn to face her.

"Hi." She says softly.

"Couldn't sleep?"

"Not really."

"Is everything all right?" I ask her.

She nods and we lay there on my bed for a while. She sits up.

"I'm hungry."

We get up from my bed and we both walk downstairs to make some breakfast. It was about 9:45 am so it wasn't too early or too late.

I make her some pancakes and as always, I burn half of them. I take out some honey and place it on the table, along with the pancakes. We eat and have small conversations. After we eat, we sit down on the couch and watch TV.

We're still in our pajamas like any other Sunday morning. I guess it's our little tradition. Eat pancakes, and watch TV in our pajamas all day. Obviously mom is at work, like always. That damn hospital might as well be her new home. She's been practically living there ever since dad died in a car crash.

I shake my head. I look over at the clock. 10:36. Time does fly by fast when you're not doing anything. I look over at Prim. She's staring intently at the TV while grooming Buttercup.

Suddenly there's a knock on the door. Prim and I both look up from the TV. We look at each other and then the door. She turns her head to look at me.

"It's your turn to get it." She says.

I sigh and stand up. "It's always my turn to get the door." I mumble.

I open it to find a small basket of cheese buns. My brows furrow in confusion and I pick up the basket. Just as I'm about to close the door, Peeta jumps in front of the door frame and nearly stops my heart.

"You scared me to death, Peeta!" I say placing my hand over my heart.

"That was kind of the point." He said

"How romantic," I say sarcastically.

He laughs and walks in. I close the door behind me and take a cheese bun. He says hi to Prim and I offer her a cheese bun. She takes two before I go to the kitchen and put it on the table.

"So, what's the occasion?" I ask.

"Nothing. I just wanted to see you." He says.

I smile at him. He comes closer to me, and snakes his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him until our chests are touching.

"You look cute in your pajamas." He says.

I blush. I forgot that I was I my pajamas. He leans forward, closing the gap between us. Our lips moving in perfect sync. I tangle my hands in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Ahem."

We break apart and look at Prim, who is smiling widely.

"Get a room, love birds." She says.

She grabs another cheese bun and leaves. Peeta and I laugh. His hands remain on my waist.

"So, what do you want to do today?" He asks, looking at me with his beautiful blue eyes.

"Well, I was going to watch TV in my pajamas all day." I start.

I think about to that one night, where I found him in the woods. Where we told each other about ourselves.

"My name is Peeta Mellark. I am seventeen years old. I'm a painter and a baker. I like to sleep with the windows open. I always double-knot my shoelaces. I never take sugar in my tea and my favorite color is sunset orange."

"Hmm, can you show me one of your paintings?" I asked.

His eyes lit up.

"Yeah, I'll be right back." He says and gives me a quick kiss.

He practically runs out the door. I chuckle at his excitement. Maybe no one has ever asked him to show them his paintings. The thought of that makes me sad.

He finally comes back, rushing in with his sketchbook in his hand. He sets it down on the table, in the kitchen. He sits down and I sit down as well.

He starts flipping through the sketchbook slowly so I can see each of his drawings and paintings. I'm left speechless page after page, my mouth open in awe. I feel a finger under my chin, closing my mouth.

"Peeta, these are beautiful." I breathe.

There were no words to describe how amazing his paintings were.

"I never knew you were so talented." I say.

"No one really knows about my paintings, except my family. And now you." He smiles.

"Why haven't you shown anyone else?" I ask.

"No one has ever asked."

"Or you've never offered to show anyone." I argue.

He remains silent. I can see that he's a little uncomfortable talking about this. I don't want to pressure him or anything. I change the subject.

"Let's go watch TV." I say and stand up.

The rest of the day, we sit and watch TV with Prim. Most of the time we would just have our own conversation instead of watching TV and laugh. I didn't want this day to end.

At the end of the day, he had to go home. I walked him to the door and he said goodbye to Prim. He also grabbed his sketchbook.

"I had a great day with you, Katniss." He said and grabbed my waist.

"As did I." I say, smiling and placing my arms on his shoulders.

He kisses me with passion, pulling me closer to him. I tangle my hands in his hair. We pull away for air and he plants a kiss on my cheek.

"Goodnight, Katniss" he smiles and walks away.

"Goodnight."

I watch him walk home. I climb into my bed, dreading for the time when my alarm clock will go off.

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A/N
Okay so I think we've established that I suck at updating fanfic 😅 But I'm obviously gonna continue writing because I love writing, it's just that I get distracted very easily when I'm writing and it's not fun. Thank you for reading and voting! You guys are the best ❤️