Hey there! So, one person told me to continue... so I guess I am. Uh, as always Katniss is "blind" at things.
"Are you sure? You don't seem fine to me," says Peeta. He comes close to me and touches my forehead, checking if I have a fever. "No fever, what's wrong?" I don't want to tell him about the children, I don't want to bring it up again. I bite my lip and decide whether to tell him or not.
"No, I'm fine, I was just thinking about Prim and I guess it was like a nightmare, but I'm awake," I lie. I'll never be good at lying to Peeta, as smoothly as him. He knows I'm lying, always does. He waits for a minute and the silence kills me, I almost tell him, but Gale comes to my rescue. He knocks on the door and barges in.
"Morning, sorry that I came late," he smirks. I turn to him and give him a thankful look. "Did I interrupt something?"
"No, we were just talking, and we were going to eat breakfast," I say before Peeta can say anything. Gale raises an eyebrow at me and I see him have eye contact with Peeta and Gale shrugs. I walk downstairs by myself and sit on the couch, continuing my sleep. I lay on my side on grab the blanket on top of the couch, covering myself. I hear heavy footsteps and instantly, I know it's them. I feel someone behind me, watching me, and it bothers me. After five minutes, they're still there, I groan and I turn around. Peeta's been looking at me for five minutes, and he looks sad. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he says quickly, too quickly. I stare at him. No more surprises, I think.
"Please, don't tell me that you scheduled anything with the cameras, or anything to do with the Capitol," I plead. I hate the cameras, so much that I would win an award for hating it. If there was an award for it, though. "No more surprises, right?"
"Last night, before we came home, Haymitch came in and said that the camera crews and the paparazzi were coming today, without warning. Some how he knew about it," he says slowly. Oh god, the cameras? They're the last thing I want! Why are they coming? They haven't even started rebuilding! I groan in response. I dash into the closet and lock myself in there, pitched black. I bring my knees to my chest, hugging them closely and putting my chin on them. Peeta knocks on the door calling my name and telling me to come out. I hear knocking from what sounds like the front door and I try to hide myself even though no one can come inside.
"Hello, Peeta. Where is Katniss?" I hear Effie's excited voice say. Why can't they just go away. I hear many footsteps in the house now.
"She went out this morning," he lies. Finally. I know he would want to talk about the cameras and me hiding every time the cameras come.
"Oh, okay. Well, we'll be back. Call us when she comes back, we will still be here," says Effie. I hear a door close and Peeta's footsteps coming closer to the closet.
"Katniss, please come out," he says smoothly. I bite my lip, reaching out to the knob. "Please?" I sigh and I unlock the door, I can just see the smile on his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't know and I just found out last night. That's why I wanted to answer the phone because I didn't know if it was one of the camera crews wanting an interview with us. I didn't know," he babbles. I laugh and he raises his eyebrow.
"It's okay, I think. I mean, I don't want them here, but-" he cuts me off.
"I didn't want you to do this, hide and probably run off to the woods. If you would run away and I couldn't find you. What would I do? I know you don't want them here, but I promise that I'll get them away soon. I'll do anything," he says and I laugh quietly. "What?"
"Peeta, I wouldn't run off, well away from District Twelve. Maybe, but I won't because remember, that we get through everything together?" I ask, looking into his eyes. He sighs in relief, probably not having to explain even more with one of his speeches. And I thought he was good with the speeches, he is but I never thought that he would have trouble with it. Well it's different this time, it's weird and amusing. I grab his hand and we walk into the living room. "How long are they going to be here?"
"Haymitch said that that they'll be here forever, until we let them have what they want, an interview. Most likely and exclusive, like how our lives are now, any plans during the future, and a tour inside our home probably," he explains.
"I'll do anything to get them away from here," I say bluntly. He nods and Gale comes out of the kitchen. He has a smirk on his face and he sits on the couch. He's hiding something, I just know it. "Gale?" He turns around and looks at me, waiting for me to ask. "What are you hiding?"
He laughs and turns back around. "Nothing. Just uh, don't you think that they're going to want more than that?" He's right and I hate it when he's right. They won't go away, ever, and probably never. I sigh and groan.
"Peeta, he's right, they won't leave. They probably won't even leave. What if they'll follow us around? Then, we'll be forced to run off to District Thirteen, and I don't want to leave. What if we had no choice and had to go to the Capitol and disguise our names. What if we had to live underground again?" I babble and they both look at me. They both burst out laughing and whenever they die down, they look back at me, but it sets them off again. They're laughing at me? They know that I hate the cameras. I sprint outside and I hear them calling my name, full-serious though. I see cameras and I run behind a bush. Them in their Capitol clothes, lately the latest fashion in the Capitol is striped funky neon colors, but they're like dresses and they're hard to take off, as I heard. Yellow, green, blue, red, pink, and purple makeup. Gross, I just don't understand fashion. I stumble on something and I fall to ground, causing attention to me. Damn! Okay Katniss, now what? I look around and I run to the woods as if I was in the Hunger Games again running away from the Cornucopia. Some of the camera crews are following me, chasing after me.
"Katniss! Katniss! Mokingjay!" they call after me, taking pictures and probably recording live right now. I try to confuse them and make them run into each other, but it wont work! I stop in front of a tree, while they're still running full speed, and when they're close to me, barely slowing down, and I quickly hide behind the tree, making them bump into it. I smirk when I see them, all on the floor, cameras broken and run back home, making sure there was no one following me. I make it to the Victors Village and I end up in front of Haymitch's house, I barge in and he's eating. Greasy Sae must have made him something to eat again. I look around the house and it's spotless. Everything clean, no dishes piled up in the sink, no broken bottles on the floor, nothing dirty whatsoever. He's sitting at the dining table drinking a glass of water with a scowl on his face, when he sees me. Not a shocker, it happens all the time, when I cause things, just like the thing with the camera crew. I can just picture them, struggling with their makeup and wigs, the sweat. I laugh in pity.
"What did your little star-crossed lover do now?" he smirks at me when I sit in front of him. I huff as a response and I tap on the table until he gets annoyed. "Stop that!" I smirk, it worked.
"He didn't do anything, I did actually," I say, waiting for him to snap at me. He only looks at me. "I went outside, and I was spying on these camera crews, and when I was planning to leave, but I tripped I guess, falling on the floor. All of the camera crews were chasing after me and I made them bump into a tree, then that's when I came over here."
He shakes his head, and groans. "Do you have to do this all the time? Mess up and make things go wrong?" I shrug and he sighs, taking another sip of his water. "And I'll have to fix this, as always." I smiled and he scowls.
"Thanks Haymitch," I say as I get off of the chair and kiss his cheek, which brings him to a surprise. I skip as I walk out and slam the door behind me. I'm never doing that again. Okay, now I have to make sure there's no cameras around, I thought. I look from side to side and run towards the house, just as one of the camera people spot me, I slam the door and lock it. I slide down to the floor, exhausted a little and I stay there for a while. No one is home, they must have went somewhere or something. What, just what did I ever do to be followed by cameras? Oh right, those stupid berries got us into this. What's done is done and there's no going back. I get up and decide to take a shower, I go upstairs into the bathroom. I strip off my clothes and my undergarments, I jump into the shower after that. When the water stops assaulting me with hot water and cold water, I clean myself, then wash my hair, but I refuse to use conditioner even though I know that Flavius will eventually get mad. I sigh knowing that I can't run away from the cameras my whole life no matter how much I hide from them. I can always pronounce that I'm dead, but that would cause even more chaos, leading that all the attention to District 12 and every interview how Peeta is managing with this. Every interview, every camera crew at our house, the Capitol would probably want Peeta there. I shake my head and let the thoughts go away. I get out of the shower and wrap a fluffy white towel around me, walking into my room, sneaking clothes. A knock comes from the door and I quickly walk back into the bathroom, hiding from the intruder. Luckily, I grabbed a green t-shirt and some pants, I change into them and I put my hair into a side-braid. I walk out the door and I find Gale inside, smiling at me, I roll my eyes and his smile turns into a smirk. I nod and get my clothes, putting them into the basket for dirty laundry. He's just sitting there, on the bed, smiling at me and watching my every move, it's starting to freak me out.
"What?" I blurt out. He bursts out into laughter, he's crying so much, that he has tears in his eyes. I wait impatience, tapping my foot, with my arms across my chest and I give him one of those looks. "What?" I repeat, annoyed. What is so funny? There's nothing that appeared funny.
"You, I almost ran into you, and then I made you uncomfortable, which is hilarious," he smirks. What's with him smirking a lot? Not very attractive at all, not that I think he is. Yeah, he's handsome, but we just got through a lot these past 2 years. I narrow my eyes at him and he wipes a tear away from his eye. "Come on, Catnip. Lighten up a bit."
"Whatever," I murmur, turning away from him, heading out the door. Gale grabs my wrist and I turn around facing him. He tries to hold in a laugh, but has a serious face. "What?" I don't know how many times I said that today.
"What if I said that we have a baby together?" he asks, still in a serious matter. My eyes widen at that, staring at him in shock.
You won't believe what happens next. If you read this, tune in for next time! Sorry it's such a suckish chapter and short, I have a ton of homework to finish, which includes writing.
