district high school ♞ everlark

Chapter 6

2 months later***

Katniss POV

I wake up next to Peeta's warm body under a fluffy blanket. It's finally Thanksgiving break. Our families are coming together tomorrow, and we're hosting the meal here.

Peeta's parents finally divorced. His mother moved to the UK to pursue another job. I can see that Peeta's family has been more happy about that ever since she left. Frankly, I didn't care for her at all either, as she was just downright nasty to everyone.

"Good morning, beautiful," He kisses my nose.

"I wish I could wake up to this every morning," I smile and lay my hand over his bare chest.

"Me too," he murmurs while playing with my hair. "So, I was thinking.... We should go somewhere over Thanksgiving break. Just the two of us."

"That sounds fun," I smile.

"I talked to your parents about it, and they are letting you come with me. My dad's okay with it too. But they both said no 'frickle frackle'," he quotes and chuckles.

"Well, where are we going?" I ask as I rise from the bed.

"It's a surprise," he smirks.

I whine loudly. "Can you please tell me?"

He shakes his head and smirks.

"Can I at least have a damn hint?" I ask and slouch in desperation.

"Okay. The hint is that we are going to be in another part of the district not too far from here. We leave on Friday and we'll return on Sunday night."

"Thank you," I kiss his cheek.

I complete my morning routine in my bathroom while Peeta does his in the other bathroom down the hall.

Humming, I walk into my closet and pick out my outfit. (shown in picture)

After I dress, I straighten my dark hair and apply some makeup.

Peeta is sitting on my couch when I come out of the bathroom. "Hey gorgeous," he smiles and gives me a hug.

"Hey, hottie," I chuckle and poke his cheek.

"What do you wanna do today?" He asks while checking his phone.

"I don't know. How about we just hang here, maybe help my mom with cooking for tomorrow's meal," I reply, shrugging.

"Sure, I'd be happy to help," he nods.

"I'm starving, let's go eat breakfast," I plug my phone back onto its charger after I check notifications.

"Okay," he takes my hand and we walk downstairs. Plutarch is flipping pancakes while my mom is reading a recipe book from my grandma. It's the family tradition to use those recipes every year.

"Morning, you two," Plutarch smiles. "You hungry?"

"Yes, ugh," I moan. Peeta chuckles and nods.

"Here you go," he hands us two plates of fresh pancakes with syrup drizzled over them.

"Thank you," Peeta and I say before sitting in the living room watching TV while eating breakfast.

After we finish our meal, Peeta and I walk into the kitchen where my mother stands getting a glass of water.

"Peeta and I were wondering if you needed any help. We can go to the store or something....?" I shrug.

"Sure, I have a shopping list for you," she retrieves a pad of paper and hands it to me. "Thank you."

"Welcome. We'll see you later," I wave as I grab my purse off of the hook and Peeta and I head out the door.

"Bye, Mrs. Everdeen," Peeta smiles.

After we arrive at the supermarket, we get a buggy and go through the store.

"I'm glad Mom and Plutarch like you," I say while picking up the last item on the list: a turkey.

"Me too," he smiles as we go to stand in line at checkout.

Plutarch helps us carry the groceries in and Mom unpacks. Peeta and I start preparing the pans and oven to make the food. We cut the green beans, make the mashed potatoes, and start to bake the rolls.

"Can you teach me how?" I ask him, pointing to the dough in front of me on the counter.

"Sure," he smiles and gets behind me. As he is pressed up against me, he rests his big, warm hands over mine and helps me knead the dough. We place the rolls in the oven and set the counter.

When Mom and Plutarch disappear upstairs, I turn around and kiss him on the lips. Peeta smiles under the kiss and pushes me up against the wall, taking my hair and weaving it through his fingers. "Fuck," he mutters.

I laugh lowly and run my hands over his chiseled chest. He picks me up and sits me on the counter while his tongue plunges into my mouth.

"Bruh," someone laughs and another person joins them. We pull away to see Rye and Michael staring at us from the hallway.

"Fuck you both," I shove them and laugh. Michael starts wrestling with Rye on the floor while Peeta shakes his head and says, "And they're in college."