How? Why? Could I really be in love with- ugh- Haymitch? Never, I thought. We were still at the banquet for the two victors by the names of Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. He was across the room doing his usual: drinking that liquor of his. The most I ever drink is a glass of wine.. How does he do it? I stared at his big, gray Seam eyes and he stared into my blue eyes. I quickly looked away as my heart began to race and butterflies filled my stomach.
"Ahh hello, Katniss. Are you having fun? Its just delightfull isn't it?" I asked Katniss trying to hide the shakiness from the butterflies.
"Umm yeah I guess. What time is it?" She replied.
"ummm dear why don't you just go have fun so time won't matter." i smiled at walked away.
To my surprise, as I turned around, Haymitch Abernathy was standing right behind me and I ran right into him! "Uhh-ummm h-hello Haymitch." "Hey sweetheart. Can I ask what you're doing here?"
He's easily drunk. His speech is slurred and it gives me butterflies. Why can't I like someone normal?
"hello Haymitch. You remember I came here with you don't you? Besides... You will need an escort to take you home."
He gave me a sarcastic smirk and walked away. Throughout the rest of the banquet, I didn't have much fun. I just small-talked people I've never met, and a few game makers. But when nobody was looking, I stole glances with Haymitch.
The end of the banquet finally came and I began to walk towards Haymitch. Katniss was propping him up and a heavy smell of alcohol came from his body.
"Effie could you please be Haymitch's escort home? I have to get home for my beauty rest; Cinna's orders." Katniss explained.
"Yes of course. You go now. I understand your situation."
I put him above my shoulder and adjusted him so that his cheek wasn't rubbing against my golden wig. He muttered something but I couldn't understand.
We finally made it back to Haymitch's house and I brought him to his bed. He just flopped right on it like a spaghetti noodle. I knew he was sound asleep because he let out a few snores that made me giggle quietly. I had to take off my eight inch heels so that the clicks on the floor wouldn't wake him up. Outside, I smiled; his big grey eyes still in my thoughts. I couldn't sleep that night... Was it possible I really was in love with Haymitch?