Peeta Mellark and the kidnapping

Chapter 2- the revelation

I couldn't quite believe it; I was flabbergasted. I kneeled, star struck, under the gaze of my idol.

"Who are you?" he said.

I pondered that question, for a long time I have struggled with my identity. Finally, after 4 minutes and 48 seconds I came up with the answer:

"My name is... ...Catnip Never-Clean."

For a moment he was shocked by my reply. I wondered what had so confuzzled him. He eventually remarked:

"I've never heard such a beautiful name."

I felt the blush creep onto my cheeks. He saw my crimson, tomato-like face and smirked. His smirk was gut-wrenchingly dashing.

"What's your favourite colour?" he questioned.

"Grass green! What's yours?"

"Brown like my favourite thing in the world, bread!"

Tears instantly filled my eyes. I felt a sharp pang in my heart. Who was this stranger who bares my one true love's face?

"LIAR!!" I roared at him. His face took on a dangerous, dark expression. His eyebrows furrowed above his neat nose and he roughly exhaled.

"Peeta Mellark's favourite colour is sunset orange!" I growled.

"Fine. Maybe I'm not Peeta Mellark but I am better."

"How dare you stand where he stood!" I exclaimed. "You will never be as gloriously talented as Peeta Mellark."

"Just watch me!" he boasted.

Abruptly, he began to peel back his shining skin to reveal a heinous sight. Behind this mask lurked a beast as terrifying as he was gorgeous. Underneath the morph suite of my perfect Peeta was the callous coward Gale Hawthorne.