Peeta Mellark

Peeta has had a crush on you since he was 6, he was always too shy to talk to you.. every time he’d try he’d get all nervous and flushed. He never made a move until you were missing from school, sick in bed for days. He showed up at your families shack door with a wild flower picked from the edge of the fence. You saw as his face burned brightly, your mother taking the flower and promising to tell you it was from him. He glanced up and caught your eyes as your mother shut the door. You had never seen so much emotion in a his eyes. With his shoulders turned in, head hunched down and hands in front, twisting his fingers, he was like a nervous puppy. Sometimes when he was too embarrassed to give flowers to you through your mother, he’d put in on the edge of your window hoping that you’d find them.

Once you had recovered from your illness, you sought him out. The surprise on his face was worth every second laying in that bed when he noticed you through the bakeries window. You hadn’t planned that far ahead so you gave him a shy smile and a small wave. He snapped out of his shock and held up a singular finger before disappearing into the back of the bakery. You kicked at rocks on the ground as you waited. A few minutes later he emerged from around the back of the bakery, no longer wearing the floured apron he had on before. He self consciously ran his hands down his pants, trying to get the traces of flour off them. Both of you had a difficult time meeting each others eye. But Peeta pointed out a place to sit and talk down the road. You both sat on the edge of a porch, fidgeting with overflowing nerves.

“I-I didn’t think you would come find me,” He said in a rush.