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|•'° Thanksgiving in 12 °'•| |(Peeta Mellark×(Talkative!) Reader)|

*•It was almost Thanksgiving, and Peeta had invited you to his house for the holiday.•*
   As I walked to Peeta's house, I wondered why it was so cold. Like, I have heard that other districts, such as 1,2, and 4, are warm during this time of year. Why couldn't we live there? I thought, 1 and 2 are spoiled with food, anyway. I need to stop thinking about this, it just makes me jealous!
   When I had finished the terribly long walk (1 mile) to Peeta's, his dad opened the door, "Peeta is havin' a "small" meltdown. Maybe you could cheer him up! He's in his room."
   I nodded and headed off to Peeta's room. I could hear sniffling. I cocked my eyebrow. I wonder what's making him cry. I walk into the room to see him putting his hand in front of his face, trying to hide the tears. "Hey, Peeta Pan, what's wrong?" I asked, and sat on the side of his bed with him.
   He wiped his face, and explained how he, finally, confessed to Katniss, the tall brown haired girl in our class, but she said no, that she had Gale(the REALLY tall guy), and heartlessy walked away from him.
    I huffed, "You have loved Katniss since the first day your parents kicked you out to school. And she refused you. If only she knew this kind, patient, short, blonde baker!" I yelled.
   He gave a small laugh, and patted me on the shoulder. "(Y/n),I'm fine, reall-"
   I cut him off, "You will NOT tell me you are fine! You are the only boy in this dusty, disgusting, cold place (That is not 1,2, or 4) that deserves any girl! I will not tolerate your lies!"
    He, once again, gave that chuckle that made me smile with all my heart. How could Katniss do that to this little cupcake? "(Y/n), you're making me blush, stop that!" I laughed. "No, like, seriously, you are still making me blush!"
    I booped him on the nose. "Your cheeks are cute when they are red. And, you are already cute, so that's saying alot." His cheeks were the color of the fresh cherries he puts on the cupcakes he makes.
   "Oh my God, why didn't I realize this earlier?. . ." He mumbles.
   "Realize what, Peeta Pan?" I asked.
   "(Y/n), you have been the one for me this whole time. . . ." He said, trying to stop his cheeks from turning to full-on tomatoes.
     I was ecstatic. The little, blonde baker really did love me! "I love you. . ." I said without thinking, before my cheeks were also like cherries.
     "I love you, too." He said, and pecked my cheek. Now we have changed sides. . .he's the one laughing as I blush.
    "Peeta, (Y/n), it's time for Thanksgiving dinner!!" We laughed and walked to the kitchen, hands together, side by side.
    We ate, and talked about things we were thankful for, like, each other, and family, Or The Food.
As I walked home that night (the terrible mile), I thought of how that was the best day of my life, and how I wanted to have every day the same.

I hope you enjoyed this one-shot! Ps- Sorry I made Katniss so cruel.
-Kiba Mizuyama <3