Katniss woke Peeta up at 5am. For no reason but she wanted him awake. He was mad to say the least. But then again, it was Katniss so he wasn't mad for long.
"Katniss, please let me sleep." He groaned into his pillow.
"No, up now." She demanded and pulled his covers off him. He curled up into a ball and kept his eyes tightly shut.
"Nooooo." Peeta pleaded and buried his face into the pillow.
"Peeta Mellark. Get up before I do something you will regret." She argued.
"Sod off, Catnip." He mumbled and shifted around a little to get comfortable.
"Your death then." She said and walked off into the bathroom to fill up a cup with water. She tiptoed back into the room and poured it on him with no remorse.
"What the hell?!" He yelled at her and sat up immedately. He looked his wet body up and down the stared at Katniss."Why did you do that?!"
"I want you to get up." She said with no symapthy. She was already in her school uniform. Why was she in her uniform at 5am? Peeta asked himself.
"Well I guess I have to now." He groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He grabbed a pair of black school trousers, some red boxers and a white button up shirt that was also for school then walked into the bathroom to change and brush his teeth.
He came out of the bathroom feeling better but still tired. Katniss was sat on her bed feeding Humpfrey. "Why are you in such a grumpy mood?" She asked, looking up at him then back down at the doll.
"I was up all freaking night with that thing." He grumbled and went to his phone. "I don't know how, but you are one heavy sleeper and I'll give you credit for it."
"Oh I heard him, but you seemed pretty content with getting up every 20 minutes." She grinned at him and went to burp the baby.
"Stuff you." He growled. "You seem to be good with him now, where did you learn to burp a baby?"
"I do have a younger sister. But she isn't in this country... my mom kept her with her back home." She confessed and started rocking Humpfrey to sleep.
"I'm sorry. Where are you from, by the way?" He asked. "I knew that you weren't from England, or the UK actually but I'm just curious.. I'm not from here either."
"A small country, off the coast of the USA but it's not important. Do you have siblings?"
"Yeah... 2 older brothers but we don't talk. I kind of maybe hate my family." He replied.
"Why's that?" She asks but he cringes.
"Stuff happened, they hate me, I hate them. So I moved here to my aunts's when I was 12 but she didn't want me so much and so she sent me here and I haven't spoken to anyone for at least 4 years."
"I'm sorry, Peeta." She muttered.
"It's not your fault." He shrugged and turned back to his phone to play subway surfers for a bit. "So... 5AM for what reason?" He yawned and snuggled onto the small dry part of his bed.
"I was awake and I didn't know what to do for like 2 and a half hours on my own." She smiled down at Humpfrey and placed him on her bed to sleep.
"So you wake me up..." He groaned and sighed.
"Yes." She replied and started eating some berries.
"Where did you just get those berries from?" Peeta asked curiously.
"Nicked some from the kitchen yesterday while no one was looking." She casually shrugged.
"Way to go, Catnip." He shook his head at her.
"OH!" She suddenly exclaimed, making him jump.
"Christ woman, give me a heart attack why don't you!"
"I need to educate you a little more on All Time Low. If you're going to the concert with me then you need to know the lyrics to their songs." She grinned and took out her iPod.
"Fine. Just not too loud, there are some lucky teenagers still sleeping, you know." He went to sit down next to her on the end of her bed as she put on Weightless. "I do know some of their songs, being your friend kind of means being friends with your music too."
"I didn't think you paid attention to it." She mumbled.
I always pay attention to you...he thought and just smiled at her. "I'm so excited for the concert, you honestly have no idea." She told him.
"I know they are important to you." He acknowledged.
"Yeah... they are." She smiled to herself. "You are an incredible person, Peeta."
"Really?" He tried to hide his blush and pretending to itch his cheek.
"You are so misunderstood and no one ever gives you a chance. You are awkward and quiet at first, and that's when people leave. First impression bullshit. Then as soon as someone is around you for long enough, you ease down and just relax. You make funny jokes and give me comfort in the most horrible situations. You help me, you are always here for me and I don't act like I give to fucks. I do care though Peeta and I know you care about me and I can't believe I'm saying this but I think I love you." She rambled on and Peeta could no longer hide his blush.
Butterflies grew like a swarm in his stomach until she said those last 5 words. He was in shock. "Y-you do?" He stuttered looked at her in the eyes. Those beautiful eyes...
"I... " She trailed off. She looked away and turned her head to face the door. Peeta gently placed his hand under her chin and he turned her head to face him again. He didn't know what he was doing.
It is all impulsive.
Their eyes met. He leaned in and she did too. Their eyes closed and soon their lips met. It was a soft kiss at first.
They were both overwhelmed with shock to do anything they'd regret.
The kiss deepend and they soon pulled apart and looked at each other again.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that." Peeta said quickly and stood up to get away from Katniss.
"No... Peeta. That was... amazing." She told him and stood up too. She walked up to him and went for his hand.
"I love you, Katniss." He mumbled. "I always have and always will." Her hand interlocked with his perfectly.
At 7am the students started waking up after a restless sleep. They threw on their uniforms without another thought apart from one; it's Friday. Friday, everyone is tired but excited that they can sleep in the next day. And then the day after that.
But this means more homework. And homework is just more stress to add to the pupils.
"John Hamish Watson. You need to wake up now or else you are going to be late and I'm not making up an excuse." Sherlock mothered him. John opened one eye and looked up at Sherlock.
"How do you know my middle name?" He asked. Not many people knew his middle name. He hadn't even put it on the school system because he hated it that much.
"I know a lot. Now up." Sherlock shrugged and ignored the smell coming from his fake baby.
"Sherlock, you seriously need to change your kid. She stinks." John told him while sitting up. He looked over at his doll to see it was awake but not doing anything. Just staring. "What the fickle." He muttered to himself.
He stood up, feeling dizzy instantly but hobbled over to it. He sat down in front of it. They stared at each other.
"Sherlock. Is my kid even on?" He called out but got no reply. John frowned and poked its cheek. Nothing.
John sighed and poked it again to just be puked on. "Holy shit!" He exclaimed and rolled backwards. The baby started crying but John was more focused on the processed food that covered him. He was just thankful it didn't smell.
"Oh." Sherlock chimed in amusement. "Look at that."
"Say anything and I'll cut your curls off, Sherly." He grumbled and stood up. He pulled his top off and changed into his school shirt.
"John..." Sherlock trailer off. John looked up at him to see a curious look on his face.
"What's up?" he asked.
"What's that scar, right there?" He pointed to a scar on Johns belly. John had completely forgotten about that.
"It's nothing just leave it alone." John buttoned up his shirt and grabbed his trousers and boxers to put on in the bathroom.
"John Hamish Watson." Sherlock warned and stood outside the locked door.
"It's just a middle name Sherlock, using it to tell me off doesn't change anything." John called from the bathroom then went to brush his teeth.
"John. Please tell me what happened." Sherlock pleaded. John soon finished and opened the bathroom door.
"I thought you kne everything." John told him spitefully and grabbed a pair of socks. Sherlock watched him put on his shoes and gather his school things and some things for Jane. Then he took the car seat and walked out of the room without another word.
"Dammit." Sherlock grumbled and finished packing his things for the day. Fridays only consisted of 4 lessons instead of 5 for some odd reason.
His grabbed the remaining baby food and nappies for the doll and sighed. This means he's got to go get some more from the health teacher. At least he had Health Class today.
Sherlock picked Elizabeth up and walked to the dining hall to receive some breakfast. He sat alone eating toast while some other students chatted amongst themselves in a friendly manner.
Sherlock sighed to himself and looked around for John but he couldn't spot him anywhere.
"Mycroft." Sherlock said as a figure overthrew his sight.
"Little Brother." He mused. Mycroft and Sherlock weren't ones to get along normally but they had to behave in public. "What's been going on in your life?"
"Nothing. Just go away, Mycroft." Sherlock growled in annoyance.
"I thought you would be upset." Mycroft said and that caught Sherlock's attention.
"Why would I be upset?"
"I thought you had heard." Mycroft argivated him.
"Christ Mycroft. What?"
"Molly and Mary have decided to leave the school. Their mum died yesterday. They are moving to Wales with their Dad and then they are done." He explained. Sherlock shrugged.
"Why would I be upset over that? It's none of my buisness. Doesn't effect me." Sherlocks shallow's voice said and he finished up his toast.
"Huh..." Mycroft concluded, bemused.
"What now, Mycroft?" Sherlock groaned.
"I thought you would care. Her being your girlfriend and all."
"We were never anything. Never were going to be either, so just leave me alone and go stick your head back up Meyers' arse."
"Not even friends?" Mycroft ignored the comment he made but felt some sympathy towards his sibling.
"I don't have friends, Mycroft. Now go, please." He pleaded. Mycroft nodded and left to go to lesson. Sherlock sighed and picked up his bag and Elizabeth then placed his plate into the dirty dishes pile.