So hello! This is my new fanfiction. It 100% pure Katniss/Peeta. I'm sorry for not being able to continue my other fanfiction, "Just Another Love Story". I know it's been almost a year now. To be honest I've been having a problem as to how to pick up the story from the last point. So if any of you have suggestions, I'm widely open for some. Again, I apologize deeply. And I hope you like this new one. It's based on a film originally made here in my country, in the Philippines. It's entitled, "My Amnesia Girl". So if you want, you can search for it. It's one of my favorite local movie and that's saying a lot because I don't normally go for local movies here. :) The concept is same but I'm making alterations and I hope I do the film justice. :) Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one. Your reviews and suggestions are highly appreciated. Thank you! :)

So, I know all of you know how this goes, I do not own the Hunger Games and My Amnesia Girl. This is a completely alternate universe. :)

Peeta's POV

Today is a big day. Not for me, but for one of my best friends. As I look at him dancing with his bride, I can't help but feel a twinge of envy. Finnick looks very happy as he dances with Annie, his blushing bride. I look at them looking at each other like nothing else outside the space their occupying as they sway fluidly with the music, matters. I can't help but feel out of place. For some reason, I feel sad, and I hate myself for it. I should be happy. I should be excited for them. I shouldn't feel envious. I should be…

"Hey!" A voice said beside me and I looked to see a grinning Cato.

"Hey man! I didn't see you there." I smiled trying to hide the previous emotion brought by my thoughts.

"How would you when you're so busy fucking with your mind." he said leaning close and draping an arm over my shoulder. "Seriously dude, snap out of it!"

"I'm not fucking with anything!" I retort raising an eyebrow at him.

"Ha!" Cato said loudly matching with a laugh, "Exactly! You're not fucking with anything or anyone for that matter." He looked up, stare at the other side of the room and pat my shoulder urging me to follow his gaze. "Check it!"

I look to stare at his direction of sight to see a redhead girl smirking at us. The minute she met my gaze she move to sit up straight in her chair, fixed her hair as if it needs fixing and beamed at me with her pearly whites.

I gave her a hesitant smile before looking down on my lap, "I don't think so man."

Cato removed his arm on my shoulder and let out an exasperated sigh, "Why not? She's totally eye-fucking you since the moment we got here."

"I just- I just don't want to 'fuck' anyone that's all." I said bringing much emphasis on the word 'fuck'.

Cato sigh and nudged me lightly by the arm making me look at him. When I turn to him I'm surprised to actually see him give me a genuine smile, with a look of genuine apology in his eyes.

He sighs before opening his mouth to say something, "Look Pete, I'm sorry. I just seriously think that it's time. You can't hold on to what you're feeling forever. How long has it been? A year? Right?"

I nod and wait for him to continue, "Just give yourself a chance Pete. We've been worried. All of us."

I sigh and look down on my lap again, trying to not give away any emotion that I'm feeling right now. This is the first time in a year where one of my best friends actually talked to me about the- about something that's been making my heart ache in pain. For a long time now. And until now, it's still hard.

"I know man. It's just- it's still so hard."

He draped an arm around my shoulder again and game me a light squeeze, "I know. But you can't always blame yourself for it."

I glance at him and give him a smile, "Thanks man. And I'm sorry for making all of you worry about me."

Cato laughed and lean back to his seat, "Well, we're not best friends for nothing. Just stop being a pain in the ass. Okay?"

I joined his laughter and nod, "I'll try."

We then both turn our attention to Finnick and Annie who's still dancing so close to each other with both their eyes closed. By the time when the music ended, all of us applauded and watch as they do traditional stuff that are being done in a wedding. A few moments later, it's time for the maid of honor and the best man to make a toast, which made me anxious and started to open-close my fist trying to remember what I wrote and thinking hardly not to mess it up. I didn't even know it was my cue if not for the pat that Cato made on my shoulder. I looked at the bride and groom who is beaming widely at me as I make my way to the podium beside their table. I stand behind it and tried to clear the lump in my throat.

I looked at Finnick and see him looking back at me with genuine concern in his eyes. I'm normally good at public speaking but for some reason, speaking at your best friend's wedding as his best man really brings out the nerves.

"First of all," I started trying to keep my voice as casual as I could possibly can, "I don't know if there are enough words to describe Finnick and Annie's love for each other." I glanced again on their direction and see them looking at me with what could be the most loving look that's been given to me since my last relationship.

I inhale and exhaled loudly before continuing, "The truth is, there are no words for it. For words cannot live up to it. Words cannot sum up the specialness of their love for each other. And it actually doesn't matter, because I can only hope that you two would just need each other to bring the meaning out of it." I smiled at Finnick and he mirrored it.

"I know saying Annie is the best thing that has ever happened to you is a whole lot of cliché, but it is the truth. And I can't say anything more to justify that fact." I then turn to Annie who's trying so hard to contain her tears and beamed at her, "And Annie, just take care of my best friend will you?"

Annie smiled widely and nod frantically, "I will Pete," and turn to look Finnick in his eyes, "Forever." And with that they kissed each other and Annie can no longer stop her tears from streaming while their guests applauded. Before I left the podium I took a glance at Finnick where he mouthed 'thank you' to me.

By the time I got back to my table, I saw that Cato is not alone anymore. He is now joined by his wife, Delly, along with my three other best friends, Thresh with his wife Rue, Beetee and his wife Wiress, and Johanna, the muse of our group who's ironically a lesbian.

"Nice speech girl. I tear up a little." Johanna teases me while pretending to wipe an imaginary tear at the side of her eye.

"I'm glad you liked it. I actually prepared some panty dropping stuff but I thought, nah, this is Finnick's day and I don't want to divert the attentions in my direction."

"See! That's the Peeta I know!" Thresh said, clapping the back of my shoulder, "I'm beginning to think that you somehow suffer a blow in the head." He said as he put me into a headlock and ruffled my hair while laughing loudly where some of the guests looked at our table and watch.

I managed to get out of his grasp and fixed my hair, "Unlikely. I just took a personal hiatus on girls."

Finnick emerged in the conversation beside me and it's his turn to now drape an arm around me, "I can't blame you there. You've been with some really weird but really stunning girls. What the name of the one you dated? You know the MMA fighter?"

I smirked and sigh, "Clove."

Finnick laughed, "That's the lady. I remember you going home every night where you look liked you've been mugged. She did a number on your strength if you ask me."

Cato laughed loudly and looked at his wife whose grinning from ear to ear as she listens to her husband, as if the subject of the matter is not present in the conversation, "That's nothing! What about the Teacher? The one who's 5 years older than him. What's her name?"

Beetee was the one who answered before I can even open my mouth, only making me feel more uncomfortable, "Alma."

"Yeah, her. I actually guessed at that time that she was just looking for a baby guy. And somehow, she found both. You're her guy, and her baby. In a literal way." Cato finally looked at me and wiggled his eyebrows on me with a huge smirk on his face.

"That's hilarious." I said raising an eyebrow at him making my voice to sound more sarcastically than I planned.

And unfortunately, Finnick caught up with it and gently shake me by the shoulder, "Oh don't be so sarcastic now, Mr. Mellark, what about the perfectionist? You know, the epitome of bitchiness?"

I shrug and sigh loudly making me somewhat feel loose and glare at him, "Glimmer."

Johanna let out a sound of disgust and exhaled loudly, "Right. Glimmer. A really bitchy name. It lived up to her personality."

"Okay, that's enough fellas." I hear Annie said as she reach for the champagne in a glass resting on the table.

But Johanna clapped her hands and bounced on her seat making her look giddy, "No, no! There's one more. The crème of the crop."

Finnick suddenly tensed beside me and pat my shoulder, but I didn't looked at him and just continue to look at Johanna. "Jo, stop."

Johanna furrowed her eyebrow at him and looked at me with her eyes wide. "What? It's been a year now. Might as well talk about it while Pete hasn't rot to his core."

"Jo, please." Cato interrupted equaling Finnick's glare to Johanna. I watch at the whole table tense and let out a sigh.

Johanna raised her eyebrow at me, "Wha- seriously? Pete, are you still that hang-up? Come on! It's been a year."

I felt their eyes on me as I look at the ground and closed my eyes for a moment before exhaling loudly, "No, you're right. It has been a year. Might as well get it out of my system while my guilt hasn't put me six feet under."

Finnick tapped me causing me look at him, he's looking at me, with his eyes full of questions. "Are you sure buddy? You know, we don't have to talk about her if you don't want to."

I nod and scanned the rest of the table. All of them looking at me intently. I smiled at them and nod once more, "I guess. But what's better to talk about it than with my best friends' right?"

They all smiled at me and Johanna stared at me, I see tears forming at the side of her eyes and smile at her. She sighed and smile at me, "So, what's the name of the photographer? You know, the one you said that changed you to be a better man?"

I smiled to myself thinking of her. The girl who turned my life around. The girl who showed me the meaning of love. The girl once made me feel the kind of love that I now only see with my best friends. The girl, who I broke her gentle heart. I looked up to them and smiled sadly, "Katniss."