Just a heads up, this chapter has some MAJOR spoilers from the first book in The Hunger Games Series. That is a huge part of this book after all, the parallels that I try to make between Stiles / Kennedy and Peeta / Katniss. I wanted to give you a heads up now before you read it and got a hold of some information that you didn't want to know just yet!

KENNEDY'S POV

After being told off by Mr. Harris about my grade in his class, nearly being mauled by a mountain lion, and witnessing Mr. Argent hide a gun in his jacket-- I was more than ready to go home. A hot, relaxing shower sounded wonderful right now-- and then after that shower I can read The Hunger Games or watch The Dark Knight that I had borrowed from Stiles.

During that entire shopping trip yesterday, we didn't talk all that much about The Dark Knight. In fact, I had pretty much talked the entire time about myself. Stiles was silent as he listened intently to every single thing I had to say. Although, now that I think about it-- he didn't seem all that surprised with my answers. It's like he knew almost everything about me already. I don't know how he would know all of those things about me, unless he's just paid really good attention to me whenever I've said something in class.

I felt like a total bitch when I didn't acknowledge the fact that he had said he was with his mom when she passed away. I didn't even know that his mom died, unlike when I moved here with the reputation of having a dead parent already looming over me like a dark cloud, Stiles had managed to keep that hidden from the school. I didn't ask how she died, I didn't tell him that I was sorry for his loss, I didn't do anything. I just stood there and held onto him as if my life depended on it.

To be honest, hugging him was about as perfect as a hug could get. I don't hug a lot of people, I mean I'm not a hug-whore or anything, but when Stiles was holding me I felt this sense of security that I've never felt before. It scared the hell out of me. I shouldn't feel that way from a hug from a newly found friend.

After my relaxing forty minute shower, I slipped into some pajamas and curled up in my bed with The Hunger Games, desperately wanting to read about Everlark and their epic love story. I would love more than anything to have a guy love me as much as Peeta loves Katniss. Everything he does is for her, he is willing to die for her-- he almost does die for her, several times to be exact, but he doesn't care because it wasn't Katniss that almost died, and her safety is all he cares about. My eyes scan the pages of the worn paperback, certain snippets of conversation and internal monologue from Katniss are imprinted at the forefront of my mind.

"You have a... remarkable memory," I say haltingly. "I remember everything about you," says Peeta, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You're the one who wasn't paying attention."

"I am now," I say.

"Well, I don't have much competition here," he says. I want to draw away, to close those shutters again, but I know I can't. It's as if I can hear Haymitch whispering in my ear, "Say it! Say it!"

I swallow hard and get the words out. "You don't have much competition anywhere." And this time, it's me who leans in.

It's sad, how desperate I am to have a boy say these things to me. To have a boy that has feelings for Kennedy Martin for being Kennedy Martin, not for being Lydia Martin's "hot" cousin. I want someone to notice something small about me, and then fall in love with me because of it. Exactly the way that Peeta fell for Katniss when he heard her sing for the first time on the first day of school when they were five. He remembered the red plaid dress she was wearing and how her hair was in two braids instead of her signature single braid. He knew he was a goner that very second.

To be honest, I was angry with Katniss for never picking up on Peeta's affection before The Games... but now that I really think about it, she had no way of knowing. There could be someone walking around Beacon Hills that's in love with me, and I wouldn't know. I highly doubt it though.

My phone buzzed on my nightstand, drawing me from my thoughts centering around how I'm incapable of having someone be in love with me. I tapped the screen to see that it was a text from Stiles.

Hey, have you watched The Dark Night yet?

A smile etched itself onto my face as I read over the words. He is thinking about me right now, that's why he sent the text. Either that, or he wants his movie back-- I hope it's not the latter of the two.

No.. actually I'm re-reading The Hunger Games again!

I've never felt this amped up from a text message before. I'm actually about to start having a conversation with Stiles via text messages. It's a totally normal thing for friends to do, so I don't know why I'm so nervous. My phone beeped almost instantly after I sent the message, wow he responded fast.

Why do you like that book so much?

It's perfect. Have you never read it before?

No.. don't crucify me!

We can't be friends if you haven't read The Hunger Games!

Tell me about it then. You've read it enough times.

Stiles. I can't text you the entire book.

Call me. I'm not doing anything right now.

I swallowed nervously as I read over the text repeatedly. He wanted me to call him. Is this real life right now? He actually wants me to call him so he can listen to me ramble about The Hunger Games?

My mind was racing with the different possibilities of how this conversation could transpire. How do I even start a conversation? Do I just call him and say "hello?" and then babble about The Hunger Games? Oh my god, I forget how to actually talk to someone on the freaking phone.

Are you sure?

Positive. Unless you don't want to talk to me, that's fine too.

Why does he always do that. He adds an "unless..." to every single statement, it's like he's afraid that he has said something that has freaked me out and he wants to backtrack or take it back entirely. If I send him another text, I know that I'm just going to end up putting off calling him even longer. I can't keep being afraid to take the leap and go for it, I'm starting to think it's not the leap that I'm most afraid of... it's the inevitable fall that ensues.

I clicked on his contact and then pressed the small call button. I can do this, I've talked to him before and it's not awkward. He's my friend, he knows everything there is to know about me-- and he just wants me to talk about The Hunger Games with him. I can do this.

"Hey, I thought you weren't gonna call." He sighed in relief as he answered halfway through the second ring.

I chuckled, "Well I didn't want to rob you of the chance to hear all about how wonderful The Hunger Games is."

Stiles sighed in relief once more and I was curious as to why he thought I wouldn't call, I mean-- I almost did chicken out, but he's too important to chicken out on. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever tried this hard to be close to someone in my entire life. I'm shoving all of my insecurities and fears aside so I can get to know the boy that loves Batman.

"I'm all ears, tell me everything." He finally responded.

"Are you sure? There's a lot." I asked with a grin, knowing that I was going to enjoy this entirely too much.

Stiles scoffed, "I'm totally sure."

STILES' POV

I didn't believe that what Kennedy could tell me about The Hunger Games would be as much as she made it sound. I mean it's like a 300 page book, there couldn't be that much to know. At least that's what I had thought. Kennedy has been talking for about two and a half hours, explaining in detail the entire book and all of the character relationships.

As creepy and stalkerish as it sounds, I could listen to her talk about this series of books for ever. I knew that she loved them, I remember when she first got the book in eighth grade. She read it in English Class and even did a book project on it. I noticed that she carried the entire series with her everywhere she went, and whenever she finished classwork early she would pull the books out and read them.

Kennedy truly has no idea the effect that she has on me. I mean here I am, falling more and more in love with her everyday for the past eight years of my life, and she is oblivious to the entire thing. She sounds a lot like Katniss, being blind to Peeta's undying love. Peeta loved Katniss for like ten years, so he has a two year lead on me-- but it's eerily similar.

"I really love Everlark, oh that's Peeta and Katniss' shipping name. Anyway, that's the kind of love I want. Give me a Peeta please..." Kennedy was still rambling on about how Peeta is the ideal kind of guy for her.

I nearly choked on my spit at the mention of how she wants a guy that has been in love with her the way that Peeta has been with Katniss. HELLO, that guy is me. I'm right here, anxiously waiting for you to realize that I love you and have loved you since the third grade. I'm her Peeta, and she's my Katniss.

Maybe if I had The Hunger Games and our names were reaped, then maybe she could finally understand and grasp the fact that I'm in love with her. The idea of Kennedy being put into The Hunger Games makes me sick to my stomach, and I can fully sympathize with Peeta on why he is so adamant on making sure to do everything in his power to keep Katniss alive, even with her being blind to all of his attempts. I would do the exact same thing for Kennedy, as stupid as it sounds. I wouldn't last as long as Peeta did though, I'm not coordinated or quiet enough to survive in The Hunger Games.

"Stiles? Are you still there?" Kennedy asked suddenly, panic rising in her voice.

I blinked rapidly at her tone, "Yeah, yeah-- I'm still here."

"Oh, I thought you left or something." She chuckled in relief. I smiled at the fact that she was worried I would leave her, that idea was comical because I would never do that. I don't think I actually would ever want to.

"No, I'm still here." I affirmed.

Kennedy yawned, "Do you still want to talk? I mean if you're tired or something you can hang up--"

"Do you want me to stay on the phone?" I cut her off, smiling at the sound of her adorable yawn.

She exhaled lowly, "Yes."

"Then I'll stay." I said quietly, meaning it in more ways than just staying on the line. As long as she'll have me, I'll stay. I'll stay be her side, being her friend-- and if by some act of god she wants me to be more than just a friend, I'll be here. I'm always going to be here.

"Always." I mumbled out as she began to talk about the now blooming love triangle between Peeta, Gale, and Katniss. I smiled despite the fact that she didn't hear me, closing my eyes and letting her voice lull me to sleep, her soft snores sounded on the other end of the line nearly five minutes later, and that was the last thing before I, too, fell asleep. Dreaming about my girl, the one on fire.

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so i got way out of control with the amount of hunger games parallels and quotes and i literally was giving myself a heartattack whilst writing this. you all wanted some major fluff, so here you go. anywho, for those of you die hard hunger games fans like myself, what are all of the similarities that you see between katniss and kennedy and stiles and peeta? there are more than just the relationship aspect. i have really thought this whole parallel thing through and i am super proud of it.

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