I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.
Anyone can stand in front of a target it doesn’t prove anything.
"I’m going to wake Peeta," I say.
"No, wait," says Finnick. "Let’s do it together. Put our faces right in front of his."
Well, there’s so little opportunity for fun left in my life, I agree. We position ourselves on either side of Peeta, lean over until our faces are inches from his nose, and give him a shake. “Peeta. Peeta, wake up,” I say in a soft, singsong voice.
His eyelids flutter open and then he jumps like we’ve stabbed him. “Aa!”
Finnick and I fall back in the sand, laughing our heads off. Every time we try to stop, we look at Peeta’s attempt to maintain a disdainful expression and it sets us off again.
If you fight like a married couple, talk like best friends, flirt like first lovers and protect each other like siblings, then you know you are meant to beinspired by (x)