"Hi, you’re hot." Way to go Caden, you’re so good at flirting.
He’d cycled over to her place on his bike, wearing no protection gear, which was unusual, because Ryan was normally the sort of guy that hated to take risks. He always wore the proper protection gear and always, always wore a helmet. Well except for now, and he was cycling in the rain. Oh, only if his siblings could see them now. He knew the risks associated with riding in the rain – hell, they were doubled if he wasn’t wearing the proper safety gear. He damned Sebastian for getting him into this situation. His brother had teased him and prodded him, knowing Ryan liked someone until he was forced to spit it out. And then he’d dared him, ridiculed him into the situation Ryan was in now. He cursed his brother’s name over and over again, frowning and squinting so that he could see in the dimly lit street.
Upon reaching her house, he leant his bicycle against the wall near her house, wiping his fringe, which was covered in rain droplets out of his eyes. Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit. What was he doing here? At her house, of all places. What was he going to do? Barge in and tell her that he liked her? The very idea was ridiculous. Ryan was not the sort of person who did spontaneous things, He was not the sort of character from a Disney movie. He was very .. collected about everything. He thought everything through, analysing it and weighing the cons and pros of every option and choice he made. What would Sebastian do in a situation like this? He sighed, and looked down at his feet, knocking on the door. When she answered it, he looked up at her, his expression hopeful.
She brought him in, handing some of Ryan her brother’s clothes so that he could change, nervous, and for once, unable to speak. He walked into the bathroom and took his clothes off, folding them into a neat, folded pile. He slipped her brothers clothes, glancing himself at the mirror opposite him. He looked like a mess, but he didn’t care. “Thank you.” He said softly, the corner of his mouth curling up into an awkward, shy, smile. “Oh.” He said. “Um, I was wondering-“ Think, Ryan, Think. “If you’d finished the maths homework. I might need some h-help… Oh, I don’t mind.. I don’t feel the cold. It must be a Canadian thing.” He was lying through his teeth, but he didn’t care. He glanced up at her and smiled, motioning to the coca. “Oh, thanks. This looks great.”
Xochil looked softly at Ryan and listened to him talk. “Uh, yeah. Of course. Math.” Xochil nodded, stood up, and went upstairs into her room and grabbed her backpack. What was she thinking would happen? She didn’t live in any sort of romantic comedy. He wasn’t going to barge into the door, tell her that he loved her, and then kiss her. He was Ryan Hart, not Ryan Gosling. She got back downstairs and sat down next to him, instead of in the chair that she was in before. “It’s good that you aren’t cold. I, uh, don’t want you getting sick.” Xochil smiled. “It doesn’t look like you brought anything, though, so do you want to just copy mine or do you want me explain it to you?” Xochil set her backpack down on the table and pushed over her hot cocoa. She didn’t think that it would spill. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath. “I’m going to go, like, clean this up, or something. I’m so sorry.”
"So are you and him.. still.. y’know.. dating?"
"Why do you ask?"
Catching Fire Characters - Peeta Mellark
Catching Fire Characters Part One