Bad Boy Vs Good Girl

Chapter 7

I walk out my front door and see Peeta leaning against his bike, clearly waiting for me, he looks up an sees me then looks at his watch, then looks back at me and smirks,

"going for the little innocent look are we?" he asks,
"yea i guess, i felt like changing it up a bit i guess,"
"I'm glad ya did," he sits on his bike, and turns around,
"ya coming or staying?"

i blush, and walk over to the bike and wrap my arms around his waist, and he tenses,

"what are you doing?"
"well, i don't want to fall off?"
"oh yea, right, sorry,"
"nothing to be sorry about, now where are we going?"
"its a surprise,"

he starts up his bike and we drive down the road,
we arrive in the main area of town, he starts slowing down and i look up, and we're in front of an italian restaurant, he parks the pike, turns it off, and so we hop off, we walk in and the person at the door looks up clearly hearing the bell saying that people have arrived.

"reservation name?"
"Mellark."

i guess he knew i was gonna say yes, or when i was changing he rung up and reserved a table for us, now that i look at him i realise he only chucked on a jacket, so he probably rung up when i was changing.

"right this way," he motions us with his arm, and we follow him, he takes us to a private room with just a table in the middle of the room, a table for two of course. He nods as we sit down and gives us our menus and walks off,
"so do you like it?" he smiles, i feel something in my stomach i have o idea what it is but i do...
"its lovely, im glad no one else is here,"
"oh yea? and whys that?"
"so.. you can tell me about yourself,"
"well i like motorbik-" i putt my hand on top of his, he shivers?
"the real you, the real Peeta Mellark."
he sighs,
"well, ok then, my family owns a bakery, i do my daily shifts in the morning before school and after school, everyone loves my cheese buns, and i have no idea why, they always make me tell them cheesy jokes when i give it to them," he winks and chuckles,
"i like to paint, sunsets preferably, once i tried to paint a rainbow one time, i had my canvas, and brushes ready, but they go as soon as the come," in his eyes they are cloudy, but in a good way because i guess he's mesmerised, I'm glad he's telling me all this because, i guess i want to know him, the real him of course.
"my favourite colour is orange,"
"like Ms. Trinkets hair?" i laugh, he smiles,
"you have a beautiful laugh, i could get used to it," he smiles again, and i just blush,
"but no not like Ms. Trinkets hair, more... sunset orange." i imagine a sunset in a meadow somewhere, i get stuck in daydreaming a lot so i quickly snap out of it, just as i do the waiter comes into the room,
we order our food, and we just continue talking we talk about us, i don't think i should tell him about my father and baby Primrose yet,
"ahhhh, food!" i look up and see our food being placed in front of us, i pick up my knife and fork and start eating,
i look over to Peeta and he's already half way through his, "hungry?"
"yep, only thing we eat at home is stale bread and occasionally some un stale bread"
"oh, sorry i asked," he sighs, stops eating and grabs my hand,
"Katniss look up,"
i tilt my head upwards and he has pasta coming all out his mouth, and he crossed his eyes, he used his other hand to hold his nose up so it looks like a pigs, i laugh,
"Peeta! what are you doing?!"
"making things a brighter place!" he puffs out his chest and makes himself look like a super hero,
"well you're doing a damn good job at it!"
"great." he sucks all the pasta in his mouth, un puffs his chest, uncrosses his mouth and we continue to eat,