So this probably really sucks, but the idea popped in my head and wouldn't go away, preventing me from finishing my other story. But now that its out I can finish BtM and if you like this start, I might continue this. I mean no offense to any of the things in this story, since it is a bit more controversial than my last. Anyway, Cracked out Katniss, Terrified Peeta... If I decide to continue this, the other chapters probably won't be as cracked. Here's to hoping I don't suck at a different style of writing. Lemme know what you think.
Oh, I own nothing.
"Summer Vacay!" Katniss shouted. She spotted me from across the yard and pushed her way through the crowd to get to me.
"Peeta!" she shouted trying to push her way through the crowd, "Get out of my way, Freshman!"
The thing about Katniss… Well, let's just say I'm pretty sure she's on something at every possible moment. We were best friends growing up and ever since I came out to her, she's been obsessed with fashion and treats me like a stereotype. Honestly, I don't have the heart to tell her she sucks at it. Although, I did try to make her stop trying to accessorize me. To Katniss, a good squirrel hide scarf is better than anything; I just like the good old jeans and a shirt look. Despite her insanity, she's always good for a laugh.
"Peeta!" she shouted at me again. "Where's your car?"
"Parking lot." I answered back, "Bit busy, Kat. I'll meet you there in a few."
"No shit it's in the parking lot." Katniss mumbled as she walked away. "I'm not fuckin' stupid."
My attention returned to Gale. "Why do you hang out with her?" he asked.
"She's not so bad." I answered. I don't mean to be shallow, but Gale was sex on legs. Even if he was kind of a douche to most people.
"But damn, she is a looker." He stated. Right, that there was a problem. Gale was pretty much a player and could have anyone at school. And he did. Still surprises me that he wants to hang out with me. "Those legs. That ass."
Those pecs. "What's your plans for the summer? Get a job yet?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"Nah, Not a job." Gale answered, "But I did get accepted into a hockey camp. I'll be leaving for most of the summer. You?"
"Parent's want me to work in the bakery again." I explained, "Don't really want to this year. I kinda wanna work at an art museum or something."
"I thought you liked the bakery." Gale asked stretching his arms out. "Still having those issues with the family?"
"Pretty much." My eyes quickly darted lower, then playing it off I just stared at the ground while I finished. "I wanna get out of that house. Do something different for a bit, even if it's just for the summer."
"Makes sense," He answered letting his arms relax at his sides. "I gotta get going though, I'll catch up with you later. See ya, bro."
"Later, man." I waved, walking towards my car.
"We should do something fun, tonight." Katniss shouted to me as I approached.
"Like what?" Katniss' idea of fun usually ends up being a disaster.
"I'm thinking… a bar." Katniss squealed, "And I found the perfect Badger pelt at the taxidermist that you can wear as a belt. Like the vikings, bitches love vikings."
"Dammit, Katniss." I started, "Quit trying to make me your project. Just because I'm gay, doesn't mean I want to play dress up."
"But you haven't even seen it yet." Katniss whimpered. "I promise it'll be better than those wild dog mittens; which in my opinion where cute as fuck."
"I'm not interested." I bluntly added, "Can I go home now?"
"Why can't you be more like one of those guys on Panem's Next Top Model?" Katniss blurted out. "You know, actually interested in fashion."
"What guys?" I dared to ask, "All the models are female."
"No, those make up guys." Katniss explained, "The gay ones. Why can't you be that kind of gay?"
I opened the driver's side of the car and got in. "I'm going home."
"Well I guess if you're not interested then…" She crawled in the passenger's side and had that look in her eyes. She was planning something. "You won't want one of these?"
She pulled out two small white cards. "Kat, did you get fakes?"
"No, I have very strange menstruation pads that are waterproof." She rolled her eyes at me.
"Too much, Kat." I added sickingly.
"Of course I have fakes. How else you think we're gonna get in the bar?" Katniss whined.
"Why are you so hell bent on going to a bar?" I asked, starting the car and pulling out into the street.
"Because summer vacation just started, and I start at the Taxidermy in 2 days." She said.
"You got a job at the Taxidermy?" I laughed. Part of me died a little inside as well, knowing that she'll have even more outrageous things for me to "try on."
"What? I'm always there looking for new shit." Katniss explained, "The guy knows me and he just kinda, offered me a position."
"Creepy drunk Haymitch?" I asked. "You want him to be your boss? He'll probably forget to pay you."
"Then I'll take my wages in pelts." Katniss sneered, "Win win for me."
"Lose lose for me." I mumbled as we came to a stop at a red light.
"Did you hear back from the art gallery?" Katniss asked me as I turned down our street.
"Not yet." I answered back, "Hopefully soon, or I'll be stuck at the bakery again."
"It can't be that bad." Katniss sneered.
"It can." I replied, "I've got to deal with the whole family all day. Not to mention my mom and brothers. They pretty much just look for things I messed up on to yell at me for."
"Well at least you got me all summer." She added, "And pretty boy Gale. Speaking of which, you tap that yet?"
"Seriously, Kat? He's not even gay. Plus he's got his eyes on you. 'Those legs, that ass…'." I mocked.
"Shut the hell up." Katniss looked completely disgusted by the comment. "Are you shittin' me?"
"Shit you not." I confirmed.
"What the hell would 'Boy Toy' want with me?" She asked.
"Well, you know… When a guy likes a girl he tries to—"
"Not that you idiot. I know more about that than you do, anyway." Katniss snapped back at me.
I pulled into Katniss driveway and she jumped out of my car and threw the fake ID at me. She made some remark about wearing something hot tonight, but I wasn't paying attention. It didn't matter what I wore, she'd only comment about how I should have worn something else all night.
It didn't take long for me to get to my own house, it only being a block away. The first floor was the family owned bakery; the second floor was our actual house. It was bigger than it looked, and I was able to have my own room. I pocketed the ID and walked into the bakery.
"Hey, dad." I waved as I walked past.
"Hey, Peeta. Ready to start work tomorrow?" he asked while kneading chunks of dough.
"Tomorrow? Can't I have at least one day before I start?" I begged, "Plus, I was gonna hang out with Kat tonight. Said something about a movie."
"Fine, but don't tell your mom. You know she'll make you work." My dad answered back, "I'll cover for you. Don't do anything stupid."
"Thanks dad, I won't!" I shouted as I ran upstairs.
Closing the door behind me, I pulled out my new fake ID. It actually looked decent. Pulling out my driver's licenses I compared the two. Might actually be able to pull this off, as long as I remembered my name was Finnick Odair. This might actually turn out to be fun. I figured since I've been up early this morning and it would be a late night that I should take a nap. Give me more energy and I wouldn't be begging to go home by 11.
I woke up to Katniss jumping on me. "Why are you sleeping? Come on, get ready!"
I rolled over, trying to adjust my eyes when I spotted the clock. It was already 9? Katniss climbed off me and started rummaging through my closet.
"Do you mind? I can dress myself." I stated, "And what the bloody fuck is that?"
What appeared to be a fur coat was lying at the foot of my bed. "I am not wearing that."
"Why not? I picked it up just for you. Leather is out, fur is back." Katniss replied.
"Fur was never in." I retorted. "I'm not wearing that."
"You have no sense of style." She complained as she pulled out a pair of jeans.
"Those jeans don't fit me anymore." I stated. Crawling out of bed I grabbed my towel from the door.
"That's why I took them out. Show off a little."
"I'm going to take a shower." I didn't want Katniss to be in my room alone going through my clothes, but I could really use a shower if we were going to go out.
Drying myself off, I slipped on an undershirt and a pair of boxers before walking back into my room.
"Nope, that's gotta go." Katniss immediately said, pointing at my shirt.
"Why?" I asked.
"You have to look good, show some skin." Katniss shouted. "Can't do that with an undershirt!"
"This whole fashion thing has to stop before I end up punching you out." I replied.
I ended up picking out my own clothes, a pair of jeans that actually fit, and a blue button down shirt. I decided to ditch the under shirt like Katniss suggested, but refused to wear the fur coat. It only took me half an hour to shower and dress earning me a comment from Katniss.
"Are you sure you're gay?" she asked, "It takes my dad longer to get ready. Aren't you supposed to be all, 'gotta make sure I'm perfect' and everything?"
"Can we go?" I suggested, "I'll be able to stand your banter after I've had a few beers."
"Fine, but I'm driving." Katniss said.
We both climbed into my car, reluctantly handing over the keys and she started driving. We drove for about fifteen minutes when Katniss pulled into the parking lot of "Dicks from District 6".
"Uhm, Katniss." I asked, "This is a gay bar."
"Well sorta." She answered, "It's more of a drag queen bar."
"Somewhere else." I wasn't going into that place. "Now."
"Oh come on, it'll be fun." Katniss whined, "I even thought up the perfect drag name for you. You can be Miss Edible Effie because you are just TOO delicious!"
"That's not funny."
"Oh come on, just give it a try." She was pleading, she always won when she pleaded. Unless she was trying to make me wear something stupid. "You might like it."
"Fine, but we aren't staying long and we go straight to the bar." I was going to need something stronger than beer.
I was shaking as I handed my ID to the bouncer. The more I thought about it, the more I felt like I couldn't pull it off. I was only 16, I didn't look old enough to even have a driver's licenses. He handed back my ID and stamped my hand and let me in. I walked straight to the bar and ordered a double rum and coke and drank as much of it as I could with one gulp.
Katniss found me at the bar, "Slow down there Miss Effie. You're supposed to be a lady." She turned her attention to the bartender and ordered some fruity drink.
"Cut it out." I replied, drinking more of my drink and coughing as it burned down my throat. "I'm not a drag queen."
I finished my drink and ordered another, this time a single. Hopefully that was enough to loosen me up instead of being scared out of my mind. I looked around, bulky men in wigs and dresses. This wasn't my thing, Katniss was pushing this to far.
"Hello Ladies, how has your night been so far?" An announcer spoke into a microphone from the stage, "I hope you brought your singles, because our girls are ready to get things heated!"
"Come on, they're starting a show!" Katniss shouted at me. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to the front of the stage. I was going to die. Come on, liquid courage, kick in a little already.
"Our first lady tonight is the Curvaceous and Sultry Clove!" The announcer belted. A man dressed as a school girl with a brown wig pulled into pig tails came out. He was wearing way to much make up and the thought of it only made me want to gag.
"Kat, this isn't my thing." I whispered to her over the crowd. "I'm gay, but I'm not into drag."
"Give it a chance!" She shouted back to me before pulling out a bunch of singles. She had this planned all along. My 'Katniss and fun' theory was starting to become truth. It never ended fun.
"She's a young little harlot fresh from boarding school. She's ready to let it all loose, but don't let her appearance fool you. Cross her and she'll put a dagger right in your heart."
Katniss was screaming, obviously enjoying this more than I was. I started to feel the numbing fingers of the alcohol kick in though. And the guy did have a nice stomach. His abs rippled with every movement, and he did pull off the school girl quite well.
"Come here, honey!" Katniss yelled over the crowd. The dancer approached her, his back to me as he bent over towards her. Great, school girl man ass. Katniss tried to slip a dollar into his waist band, but the dancer pulled away and she snagged his skirt causing it to rip off.
"Jock strap?" I asked, "What drag queen wears a jock strap?"
"It's for support, dumbass." Katniss answered, throwing more singles on the floor in an embarrassed attempt at an apology.
"But I thought drag queens just kind of tucked it…" I felt myself go red, "Never mind."
Clove seemed even more embarrassed than Katniss and grabbed for the torn skirt trying to cover his ass. That ass, that ass was familiar. I've seen it before.
"At least you got a show there, Peeta." Katniss joked, "Only guy's ass you've seen outside the locker room."
"The locker room!" I shouted. I knew I saw that ass before. He graduated last year and I haven't seen him in the locker room since. It was…
"Cato?"
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this at least to some extent. Lemme know what you think.