Catching Fire: Peeta's Story....

Chapter 25:

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Chapter 25:

I can't eat. Can't sleep. And everytime I try to sleep, nightmares just haunt me! Nightmares of Katniss, nightmares of The Hunger Games. I haven't even seen Katniss since yesterday morning, I don't even know if she's alive!

I have to go to dinner with my family tonight, so I get dressed in khaki pants with lots of pockets and a gray shirt, and head outside. I'm just about to leave Victor's Village, when I run into her! So I try to start the conversation,

"Been hunting?" I ask, not thinking it's a good idea.
"Not really. Going to town?" She asks, taking my hand in hers. :)
"Yes. I'm supposed to eat dinner with my family." I tell her, as she frowns. "Would you like to be my plus one?" I ask, knowing she decline my request, since she has nothing else to do.
"Yes, I would!" She smiles, and we head for the shop.

When we get there, my parents aren't too happy to see the girl that I just "ruined my life" with (that's what they say). I introduce Katniss to the family, "Katniss this is my--mother," I choke the words out, she's soo mean to me, yet so nice. "And I bet you probably already know my father." I say, as my mom and dad greet Katniss with a hug and a smile on their faces! "And this is Roti, my younger sister," I say, as Roti jumps into Katniss's arms giving her a big hug, "She's like what? six or seven?" I ask, as everyone says six, "And this is my brother, Johnny. He is older than me." I say, as he hugs Katniss, too. we then get to go up-stairs, so I can show Katniss the "house".

I show her my old room, it's about the size of our bathroom now in the home back in the Village. Then I show her the other bedrooms, then the living room. We stay in the living room though, and talk for a bit.

When my family just stops talking to me and Katniss, we steal away to my old room. Our arms and fingers intertwine as we walk there. We go into my room and shut the door and lock it, because my family is not polite, and they just walk in on you.
We sit on the bed, as Katniss stares into my eyes, still holding onto my hands.

 "Peeta? Are you worried about the Quell?" She asks suddenly. I don't know where this question came from because nobody even said anything about the Quell?
"A little bit. But don't worry about the Quell, till it comes." I say, as someone knocks on the door, telling us it's dinner time.