Forever and Always...(Katniss and Peeta love story) SEMI-ADVANCE!

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    (Please be semi-advance and a good writer thank you! Also this takes place at the started of catching fire though Katniss will be more in love with Peeta then the book. Plus some things will be different.)


    (There on the train going to the districts)


    (Katniss) I look at Peeta, somewhat smiling. We still have a day before we get to district 11. I felt different with Peeta, after we won the hunger games. He means the world to me now. I uneasily hold out my hand for him to hold, not really knowing why, but I felt safe around him. Which I guess was a good thing.

    |I shall use 1st person as well!|


    I glanced down at Katniss's hand, surprise flickering through my thoughts for a minute. After a few seconds of...not hesitation, but thought, maybe? Anyway, I reached out and took her hand, hers smaller and more delicate than my muscular and scarred ones. "So. District Eleven, that was Rue's home, right?" My attempt at small talk sucks, I know, because I mentioned Katniss's only friend besides me in the arena, who was dead as of now. I didn't want to reopen an emotional wound, but I quietly waited for an answer, instead of switching subjects.

    I sigh quietly as I hear Rue name. Thoughts and scenes go though my head but I quickly shake it off, nodding. I hold his hand a bit tighter as different thoughts about the hunger games go though my mind. I'm going to all the dead people districts. Ones I killed, ones that saved me and end up dieing.

    I look over, and see her expression. "I...I'm sorry I asked, Katniss." My voice is barely a whisper, as I remember the Hunger Games as being the place I made my worst choices. Cato and his
    Careers, I never should've joined them. Cato nearly eliminated me. I wince as her grip tightens, but quickly clear my face of any expression or emotion. A day. A day to forget that we're going to Districts that would kill us for killing their siblings, boyfriend, girlfriend, sons, daughters....and celebrating with us while they'd rather be mourning.

    I loosen my grip on his hand and looked out the window. I bit my lower lip, before opening my mouth to speak. "It's ok...Were going to have to talk about it sometime anyway...There's no way on getting out of it." My voice was low and full of fear, but I was able to keep a small smile on my face. I look back at Peeta to see his expression but he had none, which probably meant he was thinking about the same thing I was. "Sorry." I mumbled.

    "No." I reply, my eyes flicking to Katniss. "You've nothing to be sorry about." The sky outside was bright, and even though we were moving faster than the speed of light, the sun's rays seeped through the window, casting a shadow of Katniss and I. Sitting close together, the image distorted to make it look like we were kissing.

    I smile, before looking at the ground. Looking at our shadows and laughing softly. "We should be going to sleep soon." I say, moving my gaze to Peeta. I knew I wouldn't get any sleep, but it was getting late and I been telling Peeta that I had no more nightmares...Which was a lie..Cause I still had them.

    "Don't think I could." I mutter, staring down at our shadows. I am almost angry. All those kisses in the arena - were they fake or real? Would Katniss just fall into Gale's arms again as soon as we returned home? These questions I could never answer. And I hate them for that. "Too many nightmares."

    His expression on his face says all. He is mad about something but Peeta is hard to figure out sometimes. I move my hand away from his and rest it on my lap, still feeling the warmth from his hand. "Well if you need me...Just come and get me." I stood up and walked to the rooms. I just wanted to get this trip over with, and have my old life back again. I knew I wouldn't, but I kept pushing the thought away. I will never be part of the capitol, but I know they will force me to be part of them.

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    I kissed Katniss gently on the cheek as she rose, flashing a small smile. "Night, Katniss." I watched her leave, my thoughts eventually calming down. I sat on my bed, alone, watching the sun go down, glancing at my lonely shadow. I love her. I really do. But Katniss, she has a history with Gale. What if this is all just for show?

    I sat on my bed and place my hand on my cheek where Peeta had kissed. I smile slightly then laid back confused. I closed my eyes but didn't sleep, just thought.

    The sun's beams of light finally dissolved, and the room became dark. I made no attempt to turn on the small lamp beside my bed, even though the darkness was making me uneasy. I fell backwards onto my bed, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. My eyes grew heavy over the period of ten minutes, but my thoughts were determined to keep me up. I don't remember doing so, but I closed my eyes and fell into a dream. A dream of the arena.


    |Timeskip?|

    (sure)


    I woke up, but didn't open my eyes just laid there. I didn't really remeber much from my dream just little things there and here. Mostly about losing Prim and Peeta. I sigh, opening my eyes and sitting up. It still looked dark outside. It was probably still early in the morning. I stood up and walked out of my room quietly. It looked like no one was awake still. I hesitated before softly knocking on Peeta door.

    With a small yelp, I catapulted up, wildly gazing around the room. There was a shadow under my door. I walk to the door and open it, surprised to see Katniss standing there. "Hi."

    "Sorry if I disturbed you." I bit my lower lip, almost regretting knocking on his door. "Can I come in?" I asked, rubbing my arm.

    "You didn't," I say, stepping back. "Come in. Make yourself comfortable." I move back to my bed, sitting at the foot of it. "Any nightmares for you?" I'd grow accustomed to asking her that, especially at times when I myself had nightmares.

    I walked in his room, and sat down beside him. "No...Just like one that lasted one second." I admitted, looking down at my hands. "What about you?" I asked looking up at him, hoping none of them were about me or his family.

    I was somewhat afraid to ask what it was about, but I figure it would probably make him feel better if he let it out. "What was it about?" I asked.

    "It was about Cato trying to kill me. There was so much blood, and he was laughing...his face was half lit and half in shadow.." Before I knew it, I was trying my best to hold back a sob. These are the memories that hurt the most. "What was yours about?"