Disclaimer: I do not own Hunger Games, if I did Cinna and Portia would be discovered making out in a forrest. This is co-written by my bestie TheHarryPotterPerson. Thank you!

Peeta's PoV

"Hello Peeta, I'm your stylist Portia. Have any questions?" She asked as I noted her appearance. She looked like a borderline between Capitol style and natural. She had curly waist length golden hair, but fushia irises. Naturally pale skin, but a black,white, and red dress that was in an eccentric style. Thing that I noticed most was that instead of shoes that looked like torture devices she was barefoot.

"Mellark, stop staring at me and put some pants on!" She said throwing me a white shirt and light blue pants.

"Sorry," I said putting on the clothes "It's just that most of the stylists, well...I uhh haven't seen you before." I blurted out stupidly as she chuckled.

"This is my first year as a stylist for the games." She explained, oh that's why she's asigned to me. "Just so you know Peeta Bread I asked for District 12, I wasn't saddled with you just as Katniss's stylist, Cinna, isn't saddled with her." She stated, like she was reading my mind. " But beside the point... what do you think about flaming costumes?" Say what?

"I have no choice do I?" I asked as she smiled and led me to a mirror.

"Just think about it! Peeta Mellark, Man in Flames." She exclaimed dramatically as I pictured it.

"That sounds... awesome! Thanks Tia." I said watching her cringe in annoyance as I hugged her thin frame.

"No problem Peeta Bread, no problem."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Opening Ceremonies Portia's PoV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I can't believe you talked me into this." Peeta complained as we walked out to greet Cinna and his team.

"Hey, you were the one who was thanking me for how awesome it was a few hours ago. Hi Cinna, Katniss, Haymitch...Hello Effie." I said deadpanning at the end. I really did not like that woman.

"Portia, the cameras are about to go on." Cinna said touching up Katniss's mascara.

"Ugh! I hate cameras." I complained as I fixed Peeta's headdress.

"And they are...on!" Cinna whispered as I pretended to be happy that I got to dress a kid for his death. Peeta looked a bit freaked out by my larger than life smile. Tell you later Peeta Bread but for now I light him on fire and the doors open.

"Good luck Peeta Mellark." I whisper to myself as they go out and I see Katniss grab his hand. You can see on screen that Peeta has a twinge of pink on his cheeks. Katniss gets more comfortable with the crowd and starts blowing kisses. Who knew that Miss. Pessimist would have that in her. I smile uncontrolably as Cinna breifly squeezes my hand and lets go as a sign of congratulations. We had just made the least diserable district beautiful and sensational.

When they came back in we were bombarded with praise and I saw Gemma, District 1's stylist, glaring at me. I stuck out my tounge at her and grasped Cinna's arm as she stamped her heeled foot and flounced off. She always thought that Cinna would be a great addition to her collection of boyfriends, but even in design school he always prefered to work and hang out with me.

"That was amazing guys!" Athemys, District 11's stlyist, cheered hugging Cinna and I.

"Yeah, congrats you guys! You just made diamonds out of coal." Kalmus, her partner said.

"Actually it was fire... Oh Shoot! The kids! Cinna hand the extinguisher." I cursed running through the crowd and extinguishing the flames from their bodies.

"Thanks Tia." Peeta said as Cinna frowned

"Why does he get to call you Tia?" Cinna joked

"Well, unless you want to be called Cinnabun I would suggest that you would keep your mouth shut." I explained as we laughed.

"Fine then, if you want to be that way then take these to our room, go on now." He said placing the headresses and capes in my arms and giving me a push. Yes, Cinna and shared a room, but not like that! Definatly not like that, only because we spend loads of nights staying up designing. And Cinna decided it would be easier if we just lived together to share designs, give comments, and have inspiration. We have different beds, rooms, and closets. That is the only reason!

But regardless I went to our room and placed the costumes carefully in place. I then spotted something. I picked up my out of place design book and put it back on the top shelf next to Cinna's with the help of a chair. Gosh, I'm so short! But I refuse to wear heels like those stupid capitol girls. I put the chair back where it was and walked to the dinning room where Cinna was waiting for me on the balcony.

"You moved my notebook." I deadpanned as he laughed

"How can you notice your sketchbook is not in it's place but you can barely find your eyeliner." He teased as I pouted

"That was only once! Besides, you couldn't find your eyeliner either this morning." I defended

"And that was because you took it, my dear." He said poking my nose. My dear? Where the heck did that come from? "And tell me, did the shade work out for you?" He asked when he very well knew the answer.

"Well no!" I stated dramatically "Not everybody can have wonderful green eyes like you Cinna!"

"But they are nothing compared to those beautiful gray eyes you hide behing those contacts, Portia." He said glaring at my contacts. He never liked my fushia eyes. I personally loved them. Cinna would rather see me in 5 foot heels than with than with my contacts. But if I didn't do anything Capitol with my apperance people would suspect things.

"So, what about the interview dress?" I asked as Cinna smiled.

"You'll see when you see it Portia." Cinna stated as my lips pressed together. I am his partner! I am his best friend! I am his ROOMMATE!

"Woah, what happened Tia?" Peeta asked entering the room. "It looks like you're about to rip Cinna's head off." I was about to rant to Peeta when Cinna whipered in my ear.

"It's the flame design that you threw away." Great, now he's digging through my trash.

"Oh nothhing, it's just Cinna digging through my design trash."I said still confused why he would use my design. It was in the trash for a reason.

"Seriously? Did you find anything?" Peeta asked as Cinna pulled out some papers from his shirt pocket and showed Peeta. "Wow! These are really good Tia! These are amazing!" Peeta exclaimed as I didn't know to feel flattered, self concious or weirded out that Cinna kept my trash in his pocket.

"They are amazing aren't they? She designed them all, along with your costumes as well." Cinna said as my cheeks heated up and I tried to hide my face behind my long hair.

"Why don't you wear shoes?" Peeta randomly asked

"I don't wear shoes because they hurt my feet." I said scrunching up my face as Peeta and Cinna laughed. "Hey! Let's see you try to wear heels!" I defended as they laughed even harder. Ooh! They're gonna get it! I must talk to Flavius about this!

"Portia! Darling!" Flavius said appearing into the room and pulling me close as we air kissed. Cinna stopped laughing as Peeta was rolling on the floor laughing like a mad person. I don't blame him, the first time I saw Flav's neon orange corkscrew curls I fell on the floor spazzing in laughter.

"Speak of our handsome, bisexual friend of a man! I was just thinking about you!" I said dramatically hugging him.

"Am I on your mind most of the time our designer queen?" He said as he looked at Cinna. "Do not despare Cinna, you shall be our designer king!" He exclaimed bowing to Cinna and I.

"Rise dear jester, I need a favor from you." I said smiling wickedly as Flavius, Peeta, and Cinna got the wrong idea.

"Why my dear Portia! I never thought you felt that way about me!"

"Portia!" Peeta yelled and Cinna was just there with his mouth open

"No! You pervs! I just need to ask Flavius something that does not include my viginity!" I stated disgusted at the way a guy's mind worked.

"You're a virgin?" Peeta asked shocked. Cinna and I glared at him.

"What exactly are you implying?" Cinna asked coldly as Peeta looked at him.

"Well... since you two share a room I just thought that you guys would,"

"No, Cinna and I are just friends and Cinna is too much of a gentleman to do that sort of thing." I interrupted.

"Too much of a gentleman to do what?" Haymitch asked coming in.

"Cinna's too much of a gentleman to rape Portia." Flavius taunted smirking at us.

"Flavius," Haymitch said seriously, finally! Somebody to stop this ", It's not rape if it's willing." SAY WHAT? I was about to scream when Katniss and Effie came into the room.

"I will get you all later!" I hissed going to the table. The Avox served us wine and Katniss hesitated a bit but took the glass. Cinna raised his glass to me smiling and I had the unresistable urge to dump my glass on his head.

"So," Effie asked ",What are you doing for Katniss for sponsers, Haymitch?"

"We don't know what the angle will be yet." Haymitch said

"Oh," Effie responded probably biting her tounge to keep civilized as the Avoxes served a wonderful meal of roast beef, mushroom stew, and noodles in grevane sauce. "By the way, the outfits were amazing! You really made a debut!" She commented as Haymitch and everyone else agreed. We ate some more until an Avox girl sets a special cake on the table and lights it on fire. It's beautiful and Cinna passes me a smile at me while the flames die down.

"What makes it burn?" Katniss asked her "Is it alcohol? That's the last thing I wa-oh! I know you!" She states as Cinna taps my foot under the table. How does Katniss knoe Maea?

"Don't be ridiculous, Katniss." Effie says her face srunching up in disgust "How could you possbly know an Avox?" She says it like it's the worst thing in Panem. Poor Maea. " The very thought!"

"What's an Avox?" Katniss asks naiively.

"Someone who commited a crime. They cut out her tongue so she can't speak. She's probably a traitor of some sort. Not likely you'd know her." Haymitch lied, he knew Maea too, just like Cinna and I.

"And even if you did, you're not to speak to them unless it's to give an order." Reprimands Effie ",Of course you don't really know her."

"No, I guess not. I just..." Katniss stuttered, the wine not helping. So she doesn't hold her alcohol well, I didn't either really but stay around Haymitch enough... well let's just say you learn.

"Delly Cartwright." Peeta said as he snapped his fingers ",That's who it is. I kept thinking she looked farmiliar as well. Then I realized she's a dead ringer for Delly." If I hadn't known Maea, I would've believed Peeta.

"Of course, that's who I was thinking of. It must be the hair." Katniss said catching on.

"Something about the eyes, too." Says Peeta as Cinna and I relaxed.

"Oh, well. If that's all it is." Says Cinna ", And yes, the cake has spirits, but the all the alcohol has burned off. I ordered it especially in honor of your fiery debut." He says smiling. We eat the cake as we rewatch the ceremony. We did a good job.

"Whose idea was the hand holding?" Haymitch asked

"Cinna's." I said

"Just the perfect touch of rebellion," Says Haymitch ",Very nice." I can see Katniss and Effie stiffen

"Rebellion?" Effie asks her voice an octave higher than usual. Which I didn't tink was possible.

"Anyway, tomarrow morning is the first training session. Meet me for breakfast and I'll tell you exactly how I want you to play it. Now go get some sleep while the grown-ups talk." Haymitch said while Katniss and Peeta left the room. "Anyone for a drink?" Haymitch asked smirking as Effie looked disgusted.

"No more drinks for me tonight." She said leaving the room.

"More for us, Cinna?" Haymitch offered as Cinna nodded. Haymitch poured us all a shot glass. He gulped his down and put it on the on the table. Then Cinna smiled the way he smiled when he had a crazy idea. Cinna drank his shot glass and turned it upside down on the table drinking game style. Oh hell no. Cinna and Haymitch looked expectantly, waiting for me to drink it. I sighed and gulped down the liquor and set the glass on the table, upside down.

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