This is my first fanfiction. I've always wanted one where people took the moment after the Quarter Quell's announcement and wrote about a drunk Katniss. I never found one so I did my own. Hope you like it :)
I own nothing. Enjoy!
"Okay, I figured out what I'm asking," I say. "If it is Peeta and me in the Games, this time we try to keep him alive."
Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.
"Like you said, it's going to be bad no matter how you slice it. And whatever Peeta wants, it's his turn to be saved. We both owe him that." My voice takes on a pleading tone. "Besides, the Capitol hates me so much, I'm as good as dead now. He still might have a chance. Please Haymitch. Say you'll help ."
He frowns at his bottle, weighting my words. "All right." He says finally.
"Thanks." I say.
I really should go see Peeta. I grab the bottle and take another gulp. I can feel the liquid sprending through me and I like the sensation. I leave Haymitch's house and head to Peeta's. I take another sip and my vision acquires a funny feeling.
I reach Peeta's house and stop in the middle of the front yard.
"Peeta!" I shout.
I can hear movement inside the house, but no one comes out. I take another sip. I move to the front door and knock as hard as I can.
"Peeta! Come out!" I call out.
All of the sudden the door opens and Peeta is standing there in his pajamas pants, a t-shirt and barefoot. He has a sleepy face, but is looking at me, evaluating why I'm here.
"Katniss? Have you been drinking?" He asks suspicious.
"Guilty." I giggle. I take a big gulp.
"Why in the world are you drinking vodca and where did you get it?" He raises his voice.
"Uh... I don't know." My head's becoming cloudy.
"Alright, that's enough. Give me the bottle." He tries to grab the bottle but I run away to the front yard.
"Come and get me." I start dancing, doing stupid moves and twirling while singing.
"Katniss, get out of the snow."
"Peeta, this is for you." I remove my shirt and shake it in the air. "Woohoo!"
"What the heck Katniss?!" He snaps.
He leaves the doorway and moves fast in my direction, forgetting he's barefoot. He snatches my shirt and tries to dress me but I dodge him.
"Katniss, I don't have time for games." He goes for my arm but I slip away.
"Oh Peeta..." I whine. "Don't be a party pooper."
"Put on your shirt." He warns, chasing after me.
I continue avoiding him when suddenly I trip, falling into the snowy ground. I roll onto my back and start doing snow angels, laughing. Peeta appears on my line of vision with a serious expression.
"Katniss, get up. The snow is freezing. My foot is almost frozen and you don't want to catch a cold." He warns me.
I sigh exasperated. "First, huggy hug." I say childish, stretching my arms like a kid.
He raises an eyebrow. I scowl at him. Shaking his head, he grabs my arms and pulls me up. I smile while he slips on the shirt on me. I put my arms around his waist and hug him. He sighs but returns the hug. He's warm even in the nightly cold air.
"You should go home." He lets go of me.
"But I don't want to!" I scream, crossing my arms.
"Jesus, Katniss how old are you?" He complains.
"Old enough to do this." I grab his face and kiss him.
He doesn't move his lips against mine, so I break away.
"Why aren't you kissing me back?" I ask angry.
"I'm not going to take advantage of you in your condition." He removes my hands from his face.
"I hate you."
"Katniss, stopping being stubborn." He says. "Go home."
"But I want you to kiss me!" I pout.
"Will you go home if I give you a kiss?" He tells me.
"Yes!" I squeal.
He rests his hands on my cheeks and connects our lips. I place my hands on his chest and enjoy the feeling of his warm lips. Peeta makes me feel safe, he's always worried about me, looking over me, putting me first and the only things I do is turn my back and step on his goodness by using him for my well-being. I fist his t-shirt in my hands and move my body closer to his. He breaks away suddenly, leaving us breathing heavily and staring at each other.
"Katniss." I smile at the way he says my name. "You should go home."
I push him away. "You ruin everything!" I snap and walk away.
I open the door and close it with a bang, without looking at Peeta. I enter the kitchen and search every cabinet for a bottle. I keep searching until I find a bottle of whisky. I sit on the kitchen floor, open the bottle and take a big gulp. I sigh. It's not as good as the vodca, but it's sweeter.
I continue drinking until there's nothing inside the bottle. I throw the bottle against at the bottom cabinet, angry at everything. With the Capitol, with Snow, with Peeta and with me. This should have never happened. I should have died in that freaking arena.
My head throbbing like someone punched it several times. I lie down on the floor and fall asleep.
...
I wake up suddenly, moving too fast causing my head to wobble. I place a hand on my forehead, trying not to throw up. I calm down a bit and sit up straighter. I look down and see a quilt over my legs. Weird. The last thing I remember is the kitchen floor. I get up from bed and as I start walking, I fall to wooden floor.
"Shit..." I curse, sitting up slowly on the floor.
"Katniss?" Someone calls.
Very slowly, I look up at the bed and see Peeta looking at me, worried.
"What are you doing in my bed?"
"You don't remember?"
I don't understand. Oh My God...
"We didn't do it, did we?" I ask scared.
"What?" His eyes widen. "Oh, no, no, no. We didn't do it." He drops his head and whispers something unaudible.
"What's that?"
"Nothing." He looks up and smiles nervously. "Are you feeling alright?" He asks, changing the subject.
"I guess... But I don't remember last night." I confess.
He gets out of bed, walks to me and helps me gets up from the floor. He steadies me, placing one arm around my waist and moves me to the bathroom, where I sit on the toilet top. He sits on the bathtub's edge, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Can you tell me what happened last night?" It's so confusing not knowing anything.
"You were pretty drunk last night." He chuckles.
"Thanks for the help." I tell sarcastically.
"Alright." He sighs. "Last night, you went to my house, shouting my name and when I opened the door, you were holding a bottle of vodca. You're so drunk." He laughs.
"Stop laughing." I scold him, resting a hand on my forehead. "This is serious. It's like someone erased my memory."
"I tried grabbing the bottle but you ran away and started dancing on my front yard." Suddenly he loses all his seriousnes. "And then..."
"What?"
"Well you... you took off your shirt and started shaking it in the air." He cracks up with laughter.
"Oh My God..." I hide my face in my hands, covering the blush that's coming strongly. I can't believe I did that. I must have been really wasted.
Peeta continues laughing, holding his sides.
"Do you find this funny? This is so not funny! I was half-naked in front of you." I snap.
He laughs less, just giving little chuckles. He straightens and places his hands on each side of the bathtub's edge. "You don't need to be embarassed." I scowl at him.
"I tried dressing you, but you kept running away when suddenly you tripped." He continues. "Then you started making snow angels."
"You are so funny when you're drunk." He teases.
"Continue." I warn.
"I pull you up, dressed you and then we hugged because you wanted a hug." He smiles. "I told you to go home but you started acting like a kid."
"I act like a kid when I'm drunk?" He nods. I sigh.
"And then you kissed me."
"What!"
"I didn't kissed you back. You cried you wanted a kiss, so I told you I would give you one if you went home after." He looks uncomfortable.
"I kissed you and you moved closer. I realised I shouldn't be doing that. Taking advantage of you in your state, so I broke away. When I told you to go home, you pushed me and walked away."
I don't know what to say. It sounded like he was talking about someone else.
He gets up and kneels in front of me, envolving my hands with his. "Are you ok?"
"I... I don't know what to say." I reply. Wait? "How did I end up on my bed?"
"In the morning, your mother came to my house saying you were passed out on the kitchen floor. When I got here, I pick you up and carried you to your bed but as soon as I let go, you said "Stay". I laid beside you, you holding my t-shirt." He smiles.
"Stop joking." I try to contain the smile.
"You should calm down the booze. I don't want to wake up again and find you stripping in my yard." He smirks.
"I wasn't stripping!"
"Keep believing that." He smile knowingly. "From what I saw, you really wanted to strip for me. So don't be embarassed. I would like that, with some sexy background music." He jokes.
"Shut up..."
He laughs. "Take a bath." He gets up and heads for the door but turns around. "Do you want some help?"
I laugh. "Just leave."
Please review. It's my first time trying something like this :)