road trip ➳ everlark

Six

"Dear god, would you give it a break?" Peeta exclaims, pissed. We've, at least I have, been ranting about Delly Cartwright for ten minutes.

"No, I hate her, and I always will!" I shout forcefully before barreling up to my room.

"Hey, I'm not done!" I hear him tell behind me, coming up the stairs as well.

I storm into my room, crossing my arms and sitting on my bed, my back facing the door.

"Katniss," He sighs softly behind me. He hates it when I do this. He knows I know it, too. We're almost telepathic sometimes.

"I don't wanna talk to you," I scowl at the wall.

"I'm simply asking you to not talk about her anymore. I didn't say I was gonna leave if you didn't. Look, I just think it'd be best if we stopped arguing. I'll leave if you want."

It's an awkward silence for a couple minutes. Shit.

"Stay, it's fine," I mumble, turning around and getting up to give him a hug.

"I'm sorry," Peeta murmurs, swaying me back and forth.

"Me too, but I'm still mad at her. She has no right to call you that."

"Ooh," he grins, poking my cheek, "Someone's jealous!"

"I am not!" I fire back, "You're a damn pig, Mellark."

"But you love me," he chuckles, shoving me playfully.

"I'm forced to," I retort sarcastically, a small smirk playing on my lips.
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"We are not going to Mount Rushmore," Finnick glares at Cato, "That's gonna be as boring as fuck."

"I didn't-"

"No, guys," I intervene, splaying my hands out on the humongous round table, "Think about it. A road trip. In an RV. Everyone gets to do what they want."

"Yeah, I agree with Kat on this one," Johanna nods, "I'm not in the mood for Rushmore, either."

"Same. That means I can go to the Mall of America!" Madge squeals excitedly, banging her fists onto the table.

"Oh, yeah, I wanna go there!" Clove exclaims, sharing a look of happiness with Madge.

"I say we take turns driving it, and we take it from there. My dad has a GPS we can use," I reply. "Who's with me? Say, I."

"I," Clove smiles.

"I," Madge grins.

"I," Johanna nods.

"I'm in," Cato shrugs.

"I," Finnick raises his hand.

"Yeah," Annie says.

"I," Gale shows a small smile.

"Peeta?" I look to the boy who hasn't given an answer yet.

"Looks like we're going on a road trip," he smiles.
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Shoutout to cupcakeperrie for commenting a million times on this with good feedback; I truly need it at this point haha (even though you probably know her already)

How's it coming? I'm excited to write the next chapters omg