Sounds of Summer
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A/N: This is for Prompt #18: Katniss and Peeta didn't know what the screaming was about— and they were sure they didn't want to. There is a slight warning for language. Enjoy. :]
"Maybe if you just gave a shit about something besides your fucking makeup—!"
"Like you give a shit about anything other than your stupid alcohol? If you had any manners—"
"Manners? Really? Does EVERYTHING come back to manners with you? Do you really think I give a fuck about manners?"
"Clearly not!"
Katniss rocked back and forth slowly in the chair, trying to soothe her crying newborn daughter as she listened to the fighting from next door. She heard footsteps and looked up just as Peeta walked through the door, rubbing his eyes with sleep. He heard the yelling as it continued.
"They fighting again?" he asked, yawning as he sat down in the chair next to hers.
Katniss nodded. "I think they woke her up," she said, gesturing to their daughter.
"What are they fighting about this time?"
Katniss shrugged. "I have no idea. I'm not sure that I want to know, either. They've been at it for at least half an hour."
Just as their daughter started to quiet down, the shouting did, too. Silence overtook the room. It was quiet.
Too quiet.
Katniss stood up and placed their daughter in her crib, tucking her in gently and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Peeta did the same and they started to walk towards the nursery door when they heard a new sound coming from their neighbors' house.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Haymitch!"
Peeta quickly ran over to the window and slammed it shut. "I do not want to hear that."
"At least they've stopped fighting," Katniss pointed out, hiding a giggle.
He walked over to where she stood in the doorway and flicked the lights off. "Yeah, I guess." He shut the door behind them. "You know… I just realized something."
"What?"
"Breakfast tomorrow morning is going to be very awkward."
A/N: Damn I hate trying to write endings to stories. :P Please leave a review on your way out!