The Boy from my Dream

Chapter 10

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That night I can't sleep. It's not that i'm not tired. Trust me my frequent yawns let me know I am. It's that I can't stop thinking about three things.

One: Our costumes were amazing! The whole crowd loved us. For the first time in what seems like forever District 12 will be the only thing the Capital wil be talking about. Cinna designedsuch beautiful costumes and I am thankful to him for that. I will definatley be getting some sponsers.

Two: That boy from District 2. Every time I close my eyes I see his face staring at me. His big muscles crossed in front of his buff chest. He could easlily use those arms to kill me. But what was that wink for?

Three: Peeta was mad. He gave that boy an angry look. Why? Does he know him from somewhere? He can't. There's no traveling between districts. Was he jealous? The thought of it gives me hope he likes my but I quickly get that feeling out of my mind. Soon Peeta and I will have to fight against each other.

Sudenly I feel like my room is suffacating me so I get out of my bed and leave. I walk around the loft trying to clear my head. I can't let my anxiety get the best of me. I come across a door thats been left slightly ajar. Behind it are some stairs.

I know I should go up them worried something bad might happen but I just can't help myself. Once I reach the top I realize II'm outside. The air is cool in the early hours of the morning. There's beautiful flowers on this roof. Roses and violets and dasies. The only wierd thing I notice is the roses are not a typical red but instead pure white. Just like the one President Snow had tonight.

It takes me a few moments before I notice the figure standing against the railing looking out into the distance. I'm about to make a quiet getaway down the stairs when I see this stranger's hair is a familiar golden.

He doesn't notice me at first until I'm standing beside hime.

"Hey." I say.

"Oh hey." Peeta says awknologing me.

"How did you find this place?" I ask him.

"Same way you did." He replies. "Curiosity."

"Mmm.."

We stand there for a moment looking down at the streets below us. The wind has picked up and this silk nightgown isn't keeping me warm,

"Here." Peeta says offering me his jacket.

"Thanks." I say pulling it over my body. It's warm. Everything about him seems to be warm. I smeel the scent. No matter how many Capital showers Peeta takes he always will have that scent.

I stare at him looking out at the city before him. I'm trying to firgure everything out. Him holding my hand when we arrived here and during the opening ceromonies. Telling me I looked beautiful. Getting mad over that boy looking at me. Could he feel the same way as me?

"Peeta-" I begin

"Listen," he cuts me off. " I just wanted to know that even though it's under bad circumstances I'm really glad I met you. You mean a lot to me now and you're a really great friend."

My heart sinks.

A really great friend.

Just a friend. At that moment I know that whatever feelings I have for Peeta I must rid myself of them.