Fighting for you: Always

That little voice

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Katniss POV

'Okay, Okay! I admit defeat!' Peeta laughed from his window. It was 15 minutes later, the space between our houses was now covered in washing up bubbles and both me and Peeta were soaked.

'I have no bubbles left!' Peeta explained, he looked really adorable with bubbles in his hair.... wait! What am I saying?

We're just friends! If I mention anything, it might ruin what little friendship we have left. I never knew me and Peeta could do something as stupidly fun as a bubble fight, it amazed me and comforts me at the same time.

'Loser!' I say making an L shape on my forehead, problem was that I still had bubbles in my hands so I sprayed them all over my own head.

Peeta laughed, 'Sure about that?' He says teasingly.

'Shut up!' I replied, in the same teasing tone.

'Guess I should wash up now...' Peeta said, looking down at his washing up pile dismally.

'Ugh, and then I have to cook!' I moan, looking at my mess of a kitchen. Considering I hadn't cooked the whole time I've been in District 12, I don't really bother to keep the kitchen tidy.

'Well, uh, do you want to come round here, I could cook for you? Only if you want of course..' Peeta says it so shyly and sweetly, I felt my heart melt in my chest. God, how soppy do I sound? I don't think I've ever thought, let alone said, something like that before. What is happening to me? Is dinner with Peeta such a good idea?

I raise my head to tell Peeta that I can't go round but I make the mistake of looking into his eyes. His beautiful blue, ocean-coloured eyes, I could look into them forever. A little voice in my brain told me Katniss, if you go over, you'll see him closer up. That was the little voice that lived in my head that constantly said how cute and sweet and funny and amazing Peeta is. I shouldn't listen to it.

I open my mouth to apologise and say I can't come when a 'I'd love too' slipped out.

Opps.

Peeta looked so relieved and grinned shyly at me, god, he's so cute when he does that! There's the little voice again! Oh, but it's right! It normally is though... Jeez, I'm turning into a cheesy, soppy mess!

'Cool, I'll see you in ten minutes?'Peeta asks.

'Okay, I'll just go get changed' I reply, glancing down at my soaking wet t-shirt.

'Me too!' Peeta grinned; I returned the grin and then ran upstairs.

I start stressing that it's going to be awkward between me and Peeta again, I mean, what are we going to talk about? Oh God, why did I agree to this?

Then I remember his eyes.

Oh yeah, that's why...