Chapter 12

Katniss' POVI walk into my room, trying to figure out what to pack. I lock my door, just in case Gale would come running or something like that.

I don't really have any suitcases or bags, to put anything in, as far as I know. I walk over to my closet, and as usual, I am about to drown in Capitol dresses when I open it. In the bottom of the closet, I actually find a pretty big suitcase and a couple of bags. How much stuff do they think I'm bringing home?

I pick out the few clothing items, that I actually like, and pack them in the suitcase. I wrap shirts around the framed quotes Haymitch gave me. There's a little pocket where I put Peeta's pearl and the locket that Haymitch gave me into the pocket. The locket Peeta gave me, is around my neck. I still have loads of room in the suitcase, plus the two bags, and I am already- wait.

Peeta's trophies and painting supplies. (And Buttercup, of course)

The stuff that I basically stole from his home. He is going to lose it, if he gets home and it's not there.

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When I get to Peeta's room something has changed. The guards are not guarding the door and all the locks have been taken down. I knock before I enter. Peeta is laying on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

"Hey," I say.

"Hey."

"You're done packing?" I ask, looking around for a suitcase.

"I'm not packing anything that is from here. Not from this hell hole. Besides, all the stuff that I care about is at home anyways," He shrugs.

That's not completely true, I think to myself.

"So, you're not busy?" I ask him. I can tell that he isn't, it's just a formality, before I drag him into my room.

"No, why?" He looks at me, confused.

"I have to show you something," I say, as I walk over to him, pulling him out of the bed, and towards the door.

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"Okay, so before I show you anything, I want to explain myself," I say, as he dumps down on my bed."When I was visiting Twelve, I obviously didn't know that we were going home so soon, and when we left you had just been acting all muttish, and I thought that this could help you remember who you are, but according to Dr. Aurelius, you are already doing a pretty good job yourself, aren't you?" I smile at him.

"I guess, I mean, did you see my door?" He laughs. He slams his hands together, looking like a child on Christmas. "What is it?"

I remove a blanket covering everything. When he sees everything, he freezes.

"Holy shi-" He cuts himself off, placing a hand on his mouth, covering it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to invade your pri-" I can feel his ams around my waist, pulling me into a hug. I wrap my arms around his neck, lightly. "Thank you so much," he mumbles into my hair.

"You're welcome," I say into his shoulder.

A few moments pass and we part ways, stopping the hug from being uncomfortably intimate. For a second, we just stand there.

"Thank you again," he says under his breath.

"You're welcome again," I smile at him.

"Now I actually have something to pack," he laughs.

"I'll help you carry it," I say.

"Katniss, you don't have to."

"But I want to," I grin. We both a couple of backs, made out of Peeta's shirts.

"If the shirts are ruined, I'll pay for some new ones."

"We're Victors, Katniss, remember? We're not really all that poor," he laughs. I just smile.

"I want to."

"You and wanting to. You're so generous today." He shakes his head with a big smile on it.

"What's wrong with that?" I ask him, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with that. Why are you staring at me?"

I blink a couple of times. "I zoned out," I mumble.

"Or you just couldn't take your eyes of off all this," he says, making a hand gesture to himself.

"You wish," I laugh. Was Dr. Aurelius right? Is he back?

"Catnip?" I hear a familiar voice yell. I can't see Gale's face yet, but he is definitely close.

"Shit," I whisper. "We gotta go."

Peeta looks confused at me, but I just grab his hand, and drag him along.

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We get to Peeta's room pretty smoothly. It was hard to avoid Gale all the time, but we managed. I think he saw my braid turn around once, but he's not here not.

After I have helped Peeta pack, I suddenly ask him: "What are you going to do when we get back?"

"I heard that they rebuilt most of the District, and I'm pretty sure that the bakery is still in my family's name, so I am guessing that I'll restart the bakery. What about you?"

"Hunting, I guess," I shrug.

"You could open a butcher!" He laughs.

"Because that's a profession you want after the Games," I join in on his laugh.

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The alarm beeps at 4.30. I stretch, and turn to look at Peeta. Once again, I slept with him. Not one nightmare came to visit. If only it could be like this all the time.

When Peeta starts to blink, I prepare myself for falling off the bed. But he doesn't scream. He pulls me closer.

"How'd you sleep?" He asks me.

"No nightmares, thanks to this," I say, patting his bicep.

"You know, I like having you here."

"I like being here," I smile.

"We should get ready yo go," he says. God, his voice sounds sexy. Wait, what did I just think? Oh well.

I start making my way out of bed, when I feel a strong arm grabbing me by the wrist, pulling me back.

"Or, we could stay in bed."

"You're an idiot, make up your mind," I laugh, ruffling his hair, then throwing a pillow at his head, covering his face. Then, I make my way out of bed again.

"Bad move Everdeen, you ruined my perfect hairgame!" He says, throwing the pillow away, jumping out of the bed to follow me.

"You couldn't have a perfect hairgame, even if you tried!" I yell back to him, running away. He tries to grab me, but I dodge. I try to crawl under his legs, but he grabs me, pulling me back to him. He pulls me up, his hands now resting on my hips.

"I have the best hairgame in the entire world," he whispers.

I wrap my arms around my neck, pulling myself a bit closer to him.

"Real or not real?" He continues, pulling me closer. Our lips are only millimeters from each other, when I whisper:

"Not real. I have the best hairgame in the entire world," His confused look is so priceless that I burst out in to laughter, having to pull away from him.

"You're really mean, you know that?" He shakes his head.

"Well, you're known for being the nice one. I'm known for being the bitch," I say, still laughing.

"Waow, you're so funny that I forgot to laugh. Good thing you remembered it yourself," he says, smiling.

"Hey! You're supposed to be the nice one!" I say.

"Oh real- OH SHIT, THE TIME!"

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We get to the hovercraft just in time.

"We were just about to take off without you two," Haymitch tells us

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We land inside the Victor's Village, trying not to attract too much attention. But obviously, a hovercraft with the Capitol's logo on it, is not the most calming thing ever, after what happened last time. I quickly come to realize how much has changed in a few days.

"Haymitch, Twelve is bursting with energy. Just a few days ago it was completely dead," I whisper to Haymitch.

"No, it wasn't, Plutarch thought that it was best for you to see the district, when there were no one around. So everyone stayed inside that day," he explains. I just nod.

I help Peeta with setting everything in place.

"Hey, you think we could the paint stuff inside the other room? No one else is going to use it now, anyways." I can tell that he is hurting. He's talking about one of his brother's rooms.

"Sure," I just answer quietly.

After we have put everything in there, I say: "I can stop by tomorrow and help you move the furniture, if you want me to?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Thanks."

"Are you okay?" I ask, nudging his arms. He shrugs, so that my hand fall off his arm.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I'll head down to the bakery." He quickly walks out of the house, his head hanging.

Peeta's POVI walk down towards the bakery. When I get there, it's not in ruins. It smells amazing, there's freshly baked goods in the windows, and there's a sign on the door, that says: "Open."

I open the door, and a little bell goes off. A blonde girl, who is sitting behind the desk, looks up.

"Peeta Mellark?" She asks.

"Um, yeah. That's me." I answer. "Who are you?"

"Panna," she smiles to me. "I'm sorry that I took over the bakery, it was just, Twelve needed someone to attend it, and I had a bakery back in One, so.."

A Career. Possibly.

"Well, I thought that you would come back at some point, so don't worry, you can have your bakery back," She smiles.

She is quite pretty, but there is something about familiar about her. The way she looks, makes me feel at home. Like I belong in her presence.

"Um, if I get back the bakery, will you have a job?" I ask, raising my eyebrow.

"Ergh, not really," she confesses.

"Well, I could hire you," I say. "You obviously make a little less, since I'm here too, but you had a bakery in.. One, right?"

"Right," she smiles.

"Well, then welcome to the Mellark bakery business, Panna!" I say, reaching a hand out to her. She takes it, and shakes it.Shivers run down my spine. Why does this feel so familiar?