Authors Note-
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Peeta P.O.V
We arrive at my house within the hour. Most of my guests have already arrived, including Finnick who is waiting at the door for us. He sculls a glass of shandy before greeting us. "I would be surprised if you won any awards for that movie Mellark. It was good, but you know, I've seen better." I smirk.
"Katniss meet Mr Odair," I say.
Katniss gives him a look, she seems unimpressed. "I'm surprised you didn't show up in your underwear."
"Are you disappointed Miss Everdeen?" he asks with a sly edge in his voice.
"Very," she says sarcastically before storming off. I watch her as she disappears into the house, Prim runs after her.
"Stop staring at her like an idiot," Finnick says. I turn back to him. "Huh?"
"You like her, don't you?" he asks. I look around at the press. "Can we talk about this, somewhere else?" I ask.
"Okay," he says. We move to a quieter place which is around the side of the house in the darkness of the night. "So, do you?" Finnick asks, he just goes straight to the point.
"Yeah," I admit. There is no use lying to him, he knows everything and he would know for sure if I was lying or not. After all, he is my best friend. Finnick grins at me, "Katniss Everdeen. She isn't bad, is she?"
"She beautiful."
"Do you think she likes you?" he asks.
"No," I say flatly.
"Why not?" he asks.
"She not the kind of girl who just falls for celebrities, she is not the kind of girl who falls for anyone really," I explain.
"it's all good, you've got me, what can I say? I'm a match maker," he says.
"I'd rather you not Finnick. It's okay," I say.
"Fine," he says. "Come on, were missing the fun."
Once we are inside I spot Katniss helping Haymitch into the bathroom, she frowns as he puts all his weight on her making her stumble sideways. I help her up and get Haymitch into the bathroom safely. "Thanks," she mumbles as I pull her up. As soon as we close the door Haymitch vomits into the toilet.
"Is he always like this at parties?" Katniss asks.
"Every single time," I say. "This is why he doesn't usually get invited to parties."
Katniss looks at Haymitch, "he is such a fool." He vomits again. "Let's get out of here, once he is feeling better he will come out."
I nod and we leave Haymitch to vomit alone. Katniss and I walk down the hallways in silence. "You've got a nice house," she says looking to me. "It's huge."
"I know, that's the problem," I say.
"What do you mean?" she asks.
"I'm the only one here, there is no one to share it with," I say.
"You've got Prim and I," she says.
I smile, "I know."
Katniss pauses as we come across the dance floor, "still up for it."
"I am if you are."
Katniss looks around, she eyes out the paparazzi. "Who cares about them, they can believe what they want." She takes my hand, "come on."
She pulls me onto the floor and places her hand on my shoulder, I place my hand on her hip as instructed and she holds my hand. The song is slow so we step around slowly like the people do in the old fashioned movies. Katniss looks at me, her reflecting dress seems to make her grey eyes glow with a tinge of orange. It looks like a fire is burning inside her eyes. And maybe there is.
By this stage all eyes are on us, I can see the flash of the cameras against her fabric. But despite this I keep my eyes on hers. I can't really tell how Katniss is feeling, her lips are set in a straight line and her eyes are looking straight into mine. I feel my heart flutter. "So have you got anymore interviews tonight?" she asks.
"I've got one with Entertainment weekly, they are taking pictures of us, they are the group standing on the staircase," I say.
She slowly turns her head towards them and then back to me. "Could you do the interview with me? You are my assistant." I say.
"Sure," she says with a small smile. I make the most of holding Katniss, I pull her closer to me. She doesn't seem to mind, or notice, either way. She seems to be comfortable with dancing, she's good at it, way better than I will ever be.
The song ends and we move off the dance floor with every single eye in the room on us. I spot Finnick raising his glass to me, Prim stands beside him with a huge grin. I just smile and shake my head. The interview is quick and they mainly stay on the topic of the movie. They do briefly mention the fact that Katniss and I looked quite close on the dance floor but we brush it off pretty quickly. It about two when we finish the interview and people begin pouring out of the house, everybody knows that at my house, no one says past two. Even Haymitch is escorted out. That is when the cleaners come in and begin their duties, to my surprise Katniss and Prim help. And they keep helping for about twenty minutes until the room is spotless.
I show them both to their rooms and let them have some down time. I purposely position Katniss's room across from mine. Prim chooses her room and ends up taking a white coloured luxurious room only just down the hall. Katniss shuts the door, I watch the light turn on from under the gap under the door. I turn away.
Katniss P.O.V
I slip off my dress and fold it up and placed it into the best. Cinna has already filled my cupboards full on clothes, but I don't dare to look, I don't want to look at the expensive materials. Instead I go straight to the pyjama draw and take out a set of silky of royal blue pyjamas. I slip the top on which is loose and doesn't cling to anything bar my chest, I also slip on the shorts, they feel smooth on my skin and last until my mid-thigh. I take out my hair and braid it down my back and then I remove my makeup before slipping out of my room. I'm not exactly sure what I expect to see, because everyone is in bed. Or I thought so.
Peeta has is bedroom door open, his light is on and he sits on a chair beside his bed sketching something. I sense that he is doing something private, something that I shouldn't see but despite that I notice that I'm stepping into his room and walking quietly towards his bed. As I edge closer I realise that he isn't sketching at all, he is painting. I cock my head to the side and stretch up, attempting to see what he is painting but the floor boards underneath my feet suddenly creak loudly and that is when he whips around. My feet find the floor with a loud thud, this is why wooden floor boards are a bad idea when you are trying to be sneaky.
Peeta looks at me with wide eyes as his hand moves his work from my view. He looks slightly shocked as he says, "Katniss, I thought you were already asleep."
I shake my head, "I'm still awake."
He looks at me for a long moment, I look back at him. Peeta looks tried, he wears a white shirt that hangs loosely around his body along with simple black shorts. His hair is wet and it clings to his forehead and although he is extremely startled his mouth is slightly curved into a small but friendly smile.
"Do you want to sit down?" he asks.
I hesitate before saying, "alright." He sits up and slides across the bed to make room for me. I sit down on the edge of the bed, being careful not to take up much room.
"So," he says as he clears his throat. "What did you think of the party?"
I shrug a little before meeting his eyes, "it was good, if you're into that kind of thing."
"You're not into parties?" he asks although he sounds far from surprised.
"No, I'm not really a people person if you know what I mean," I say.
"I understand, although you did seem to handle the media well," he says.
I smile a little, "I learn from the best."
He laughs and meets my eyes for a moment before his crystal clear blue eyes flit away again. That is when a sudden question comes across me, do I make him nervous? Surely not, he deals with all kinds of different people every day so how could I, an extra ordinary girl, have an effect on him? What a stupid thought. But a question that seems relevant to me right now is, does he have an effect on me? Strange feelings seem to boil up inside of me when I'm around him, this was mostly affective last night. Katniss Everdeen.
Authors Note-
Awe wasn't that sweet! Hope you all enjoyed it! please review!
