Peeta and I finally reach the train station, and there is less people than I thought would be here.
Boarding the train, Peeta never let go of my hand, as if he wanted to keep me by his side at all times. Which I'm 100% okay with. I'm pretty sure anyone would die to hold Peeta's hand, to be honest...
“You okay?” Peeta asks out of nowhere.
“Ya,” I question, “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You are crushing my hand.”
“Oh, sorry, ” I say releasing his hand.
“I never said I minded it.” Peeta’s finger interlock back with mine.
Walking towards the back of the trains where the rooms are, I take one last look at Four through the window. I just stand there and take everything in before the train leaves. I feel Peeta’s arms around my waist, and I place my hands over his.
“Times like these,” I pause for a moment, “I wish we could live in forever.”
“But if we did,” Peeta says kissing my neck, “we wouldn’t have any other moments like this.”
It’s known that Peeta has a way with words, but until you hear them for yourself, you really don’t know. And people say I don’t know the effect I can have on them.
Peeta’s words are my safe haven.
Peeta continues to kiss my neck and I can’t help but feel complete. I turn around and wrap Peeta in my arms, “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“That’s not possible.” I say interlocking my lips with his. Sooner than later we fall onto the bed. “You know, I’m excited for the interview tomorrow,” Peeta says putting a stray piece of hair behind my ear.
“And why is that?”
“So everyone gets to see how much I love you.” Our lips meet after that and we stay in this position for what seems like ever, until I break the silence, “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Everything,” I say giving him a gentle kiss before we both doze off into a deep slumber.
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My body is standing still, yet everything around me is spinning.
My eyes are shut, yet everything around is so incredibly bright.
My ears are closed, yet everyone around me is screaming and the noise is too much to handle.
I keep reminding myself that these interviews are not for the Games, but it’s too hard not to think of.
I only see the images of the tributes whom I have killed, and those who died… because of me.
I wake up before I get my nightmare can capture me any more than it already has. I know that I will not be able to return to my sleep, so I get out of bed and walk over to the window. Careful not to wake Peeta I place a light kiss on his forehead before I slide out of his arms. Out of the window I see all of the passing Districts. Guessing by all of the trees, I would say were are in Seven, until I see the District Twelve emblem on the Justice Building.
A smile creeps up on my face, when I look out into the woods, my woods.
I walk over to Peeta and gently start to wake him up. But then I get an idea. I put my face right in front of his. I place a kiss on his lips and keep my face there. Sooner than later Peeta’s eyes open WIDE, and I mean WIDE, he lets out a little scream, and he starts to say something but he gets cut off by the conductor:
“Attention passengers, we have now arrived at your destination or District Twelve. Please gather your belongings and be prepared to exit the train. Thank you.”
“You’re lucky, Katniss.”
“Oh really, am I,” I say running out of the room off of the train.
The Victor’s Village is only a fifteen minute walk from the train station, but probably a ten minute run. After I make my way out of the crowd of people, I start my sprint towards our house.
I quickly make my way through the front door and wait for Peeta. I run up to our bedroom and quickly change out of my, well Peeta’s, clothes into some silky pajamas.
I hear the door creak open and I know Peeta is home. I try my best to stay awake because it is too early in the morning to be up. But my thoughts get interrupted when Peeta comes running up the stairs and into our room.
“Since when did you become such a trickster?” Peeta says leaning over crashing his lips against mine.
“Remember our deal?” I say… rather sexy pushing him away, “You have to make me breakfast in bed.”
“Always thinking of food, huh?”
"OUT!” I say laughing. Peeta stumbles his way down the stairs.
After about ten minutes of waiting, Peeta makes his way back upstairs, and I get a somewhat giddy smile on my face. He hands me the tray with pancakes, fruits, and orange juice, but I just place it on the side table.
“Oh, what? Now you don’t like my cooking?”
“So you don’t remember our deal at all?”
“What does this have to deal with our deal?”
“Breakfast in bed... honey.” Is all I say before our lips crash. Our breaths get heavier and we are breathing the same air. We stay in the same position forever, until I honesty get hungry.
“I’m sorry to say this, but I want food more than you right now.”
“Excuse me, Ms. Everdeen,” Peeta jokes stealing my pancakes.
“Hey,” I say with my mouth full, “You made them for me… remember?”
“I want food more than I want you right now,” Peeta says mimicking me.
We spend the rest of the day just lounging around, until we hear a loud noise outside of our house. Peeta and I run outside to see what the noise was. The Capitol hovercraft landed outside of the Victor’s Village. Haymitch walks out of his house, towards the hovercraft. Peeta stops him, “I thought we were leaving tomorrow?”
“They called yesterday and said they were picking us up tonight. So you better get your shit together,” Haymitch says clearly drunk.
“I thought you said you were gonna sober up. That worked for you I see.” I say as Peeta goes in the house to get our clothes.
“Very funny sweetheart.” Peeta comes back outside and we make our way on the hovercraft.
I attempt to get comfortable by nuzzling my head on Peeta’s shoulder and try and make the long flight to the Capitol fly by.
“I love you,” I say stealing a kiss from Peeta.
“I love you more.”
“Just get a room already,” Haymitch chimes in, and that is the last thing I remember before I get lost in sleep.
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I'm still obsessing over everything last night. From JLaw falling again, to the fashion, to the pizza, to Ellen's grill on Jen....
And even though Jen didn't win, Lupita deserved it. Another reason we love Jen- she cheered happily for Lupita.
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