Finding a dandelion in the snow

Chapter 6: Rainy day

Chapter 6

Katniss P.O.V.

Today is Saturday. And it's raining outside. So Peeta and I take this opportunity to make a cozy movie day. We're at Peeta's.

Basically the whole day we've been watching movies. Everything from scary movies to comedy's and romance. I love the scary movies, Peeta not so much. He's not scared he just doesn't see the point with them.

"Like why? Someone gets murdered or they have to murder themselves like in Saw", he said one time. "I mean what's the point? It's just sad in a none scary way, like who wants to find their daughter or friend murdered? I don't see the point in watching these movies", he was referring to One missed call. I can agree with Peeta but I still like scary movies.

I love this. Peeta and I being able to have a whole day to ourselves, just caring about each other, being able to focus on only each other.

The whole day I'm laying snuggled into Peeta's embrace, just enjoying his presence, his arms tightly wrapped around me, his occasional kisses on my forehead and temples. His lovely scent, his warm skin. My head onto his chest with my ear, hearing his steady heartbeat. Knowing how lucky I am to have him. To be able to call him mine.

I love Peeta. I can say that and mean it. A lot of people say that without really knowing what it means, or that it's a very strong word and a very strong feeling. And with that feeling comes a lot of other feelings. Happiness, anger, tenderness, sadness, compassion, but most off all, worry. You always worry. Mostly you worry about nothing. If you call and they don't answer you get a lump in your throat. "Is he dead? Did something happen? He always answer, why doesn't he now?" You never stop worrying. But it's worth it. It's so worth it. To love someone and be loved by the one you love, nothing can top that feeling. Nothing.

"I love you", Peeta whispers in my ear.

"I love you", I tell him, and turn my head, putting my lips softly against his.

Suddenly Peeta starts moving, he pulls away from me, standing up. He takes my hand.

"Come on", he says and pulls me up.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Wait and see", he says and walk towards his bedroom door. He opens it and walk out into the hall.

We can hear talking from downstairs. Peeta's parents and very sick aunt. Peeta's brothers and cousins. But Peeta leads me in the hall corridor, and to the door in the back of the corridor. The last door. It leads to their attic.

I now know where we are going. I let Peeta lead me. He opens the door and leads me in. I close the door behind us and it's dark immediately. No lights. Peeta leads me up the dusty and unsteady staircase carefully. We know to be careful since we were the once who broke the staircase in the first place. When we were ten. Long painful story. Peeta ended up with a broken arm and I with a broken leg. Yeah it wasn't pretty and our parents weren't happy at all.

We come up to the attic and Peeta puts on a small lamp that pour out a warm and cosy yellow light. I shudder. It's been a long time since I was here. Since we were here together. Long before we were even a couple. I think we were eleven when we were here last.

"Oh my god", I whisper and run up to one of the corners.

This is an attic. So there are a lot of junk here, a lot. When we were kids, we used some of the junk to build a clubhouse. Silly, I know. But that is now what brings a smile onto my lips. I look into the tent we built and see that the mattress is still there, and so are our toys and everything. On the wall there are photos hanged. I smile. Peeta and I. One in particular catches my attention. We're at the park. Standing beside each other. Peeta with a broken arm me with a broken leg. We're smiling into the camera.