So, since some of my stories are gone, I've decided to start posting new ones that I'm more confident about. So, consider this my debut. :)
This story is based around the song "Terrible Things" by MayDay Parade, and it won't be more than ten chapters long. Basically, Katniss and Peeta are just two teens in a more modern setting. In this first chapter, they are about ten years old. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. 3
Read and Enjoy!
By the time I was your age, I'd give anything
To fall in love truly, was all I could think
That's when I met your mother, the girl of my dreams
The most beautiful woman, that I'd ever seen
The chirping of the birds overhead rang in his ears. The heat of the sun warmed his face. Despite the harsh texture of the pavement below him, he believed that he had never felt so comfortable. He leaned against the table that he was sitting next to, trying to ignore the screams of his friends nearby, as they urged him to play with them. Still, he couldn't help but smile a bit when Delly whined that he was choosing sleep over his friends. He opened his eyes and smiled, always ready with a comeback. But as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, his eyes wandered to a figure a few feet away.
There she was.
Her long black hair was collected in a braid, and the sun shined on her olive skin. His breath caught, as he stared at her in awe. Since the first day he had heard her sing in front of the music class in kindergarten, Peeta had not been able to control the amazement he felt every time she so much as walked into the room. He could not understand why she had this power over him, and he could not understand why he felt this way about her. But he absolutely loved it.
"Peeta!" Delly whined, lightly kicking the table in frustration.
Katniss looked up at the sound, and her eyes automatically went to his when she realized that he was watching her. He stopped breathing, as she simply stared back at him, confusion obvious by the look on her face. She began to smile just the slightest bit, but Peeta looked down at his lap before she could, his cheeks burning from embarrassment.
"What, Delly?" he mumbled.
"Are you okay?" she asked, the anger leaving her face. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing." He reluctantly stood up and picked up a piece of chalk. "Wanna draw?"
"Sure." She grinned, as she picked one as well.
For a moment, he felt a rush of hope surge through him, as an idea formed in his mind. While Delly chose her chalk, Peeta looked around for Katniss, deciding that he would ask if she wanted to play with him. Finally, he was going to talk to her. He took a deep breath, as he turned around. But when his eyes found her, he saw that she was no longer alone. Another girl had joined her. Her hair was so light that it almost seemed white in the sunlight, and she seemed very timid. Neither of them spoke very much, yet Peeta still felt that he would be intruding if he went to talk to Katniss. So, that was his excuse.
"Come on, Peeta!"
He looked around and saw Delly slowly backing away from him, gesturing for him to follow. Reluctantly, he followed after her, letting out a sigh. And they settled down on an empty patch of pavement. As they drew, Delly continued to talk and giggle, but no matter how hard he tried, Peeta could not focus. Every time he looked up, he could see her in the distance. Her shining grey eyes looked around, completely oblivious to his staring. He looked down sadly, as he continued to draw. But he could not help the gasp that escaped his mouth when he looked down and saw that he had been drawing her unconsciously. He quickly grabbed the yellow chalk and colored over the hair.
"Who's that, Peeta?" Delly asked, looking over his shoulder.
"It's... It's you," he stuttered out, as he finished coloring over the hair. "See?"
"Oh! I do see!" She giggled. "It looks great!"
He smiled nervously, as their teacher appeared in the school doorway to tell the children that recess was over. Delly stood up and started skipping toward the door, gesturing for him to follow her. He smiled slightly at her silliness, but he walked after her, slowly mixing into the group of chattering children. Out of habit, he held out his hand as soon as he reached the door and held it open for the remainder of the children. Unfortunately, there were just two left. His eyes nearly widened, as she walked toward him, her friend by her side. She gave him a hint of a smile and nodded.
"Thanks," she said quietly.
Her friend giggled, as they walked into the school, and Peeta inwardly groaned. He had finally gotten the chance to talk to her, and he could not believe that that was what he had come up with. Sighing, he let go of the door and followed the other kids back to the class room.
He reassured himself that he would try again. He would talk to her, really talk to her, tell her how he really felt about her. He would tell her just how beautiful she really was. He would tell her that he was already wrapped around her finger; she didn't even have to try. He would tell her that there was no one else, because that is what he hoped.
One day, he thought to himself, as he watched her from across the class room.
And when he did, he knew that she would listen, and she would understand. Maybe, just maybe, she would love him as much as he loved her.