HEY GUYS!
Well, I don't really feel like rambling right now, and I know that some of you guys can get annoyed at this, but I have a new story up. It's called "This Memory". For my Gadge readers (Or not). Anyways, I need your help. I'm advertising it here cause it's my story with the most views. I've decided to continue "This Memory". It's gonna be in a new story called "Forever and Always". But need you help to choose the cover. I have a poll up on my page for that purpose. Reading "This Memory" is not required, but highly suggested (And will be greatly appreciated. Review please) to get the plot. That will be all. (Why the hell am I being so formal?)
Disclaimer: Did *laughs* anyone *ROFL* seriously think *Stops laughing and gasps* that I own *continues to gasp* THG?! *Falls back on the floor laughing*
ENJOY!
P.S. I'm back with the creative disclaimer ideas!
P.P.S. There will be flashbacks in this story. You'll know when the writing becomes like this
Katniss's POV
GO BACK AND READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE! I KNOW YOU DIDN'T!
What was meant to be just a small, sweet kiss in front of my house had turned into a full blown make-out session. Fortunately, my mom was sleeping and Prim was doing her homework in her room with her curtains closed.
It's been three months since Peeta and I officially began dating. Three months since the paparazzi started chasing us around. Courtesy of Johanna.
"What the fuck, Jo?!" I shout.
"What?" she asks innocently.
"Why did I find this video on YouTube?!" I screech.
"You haven't seen PanemBook yet," she mutters.
"Oh great! Thanks a lot Jo. Who took this anyway?" says Peeta.
Johanna looks at Thresh. I glare at him.
"What? She was threatening me with her 'mighty axe' during weaponry!" Thresh said, defending himself.
Peeta and I walk off, with me seething with anger.
Clove's POV
"Clo, you still have to tell Cato. It's been three months," Katniss tells me during English.
"I know. I um... just haven't found the right time to tell him," I reply lamely.
"What an excuse," she says. "Admit it. You're just to chicken to do it."
"Easy for you to say. Peeta made the first move on you!" I say.
"Yes, but I still admitted it to him without stuttering, fidgeting or spluttering whatsoever," she says firmly in her defense.
"Okay. Fine, Everdeen. You win. I'll try to tell him as soon as I can," I say, exasperated.
"You better do it quick. I heard the Cashmere has got an eye on him," she tells me.
This causes hot, white, bitter anger to course through my body. She thinks she can take him? Well, she's highly mistaken,I think.
"I know she is. Don't take it that seriously. Just go all 'I love yew, Catokinz!' on him and everything will be just fine!"
Whoa! Did I just say my thoughts out loud? "Since when do you say that mushy-wushy stuff? And Catokinz? Really, Kit-Kat?" I say, seeming unfazed.
"Trying to lighten up. Jeez," She mutters. I smile. Some things just don't change. And that's how I like it.
Peeta's POV (A/N This is a time skip)
As soon as Katniss and I step out of the school, swarms of reporters surrounded us, asking us a million questions at the same time. Katniss looks like she's about to snap. So, before she could do anything impulsive, I shout, "Would you guys just SHUT UP?!" Good thing it worked.
"Look, guys. The attention is nice and all, but could we have at least ONE DAY of privacy?! It's nicer to know that no one is stalking you and shoving questions at you every time you step out of a building. So if you do not stop bothering me for at least a week, I'm leaving the business. Thank you," I say.
Gasps echo throughout the place. They really didn't want me to leave now did they?
The mob slowly backs away. Satisfied with what I did, I grinned at Katniss and offered to walk her home.
"Don't you always?" she says. I smile even wider and we casually stroll down the district, happy with our new found, although temporary, peace.
Random reporter's POV
Peeta Mellark and his girlfriend just stepped out of school! Now's my chance!
I joins the mob of reporters and force questions down his throat. His girlfriend looks totally pissed off. Who cares about her? She isn't even well known!
"Mr. Mellark! How did you two get together?"
"Mr. Mellark! Since when have you two known each other?"
"Mr. Mellark!...Mr. Mellark!...Mr. Mellark!"
Of course, those are random quetsions asked by those amateurish reporters. I, on the other hand, ask better, more complex questions.
"Did you have any past relationships?","For how long have you been crushing on her?" and"Do you plan on breaking up anytime soon?"
Compared to their question, mine sound really superior. Of course, I'm been a reporter since high school. So I'm surely the most senior, in the experience kind of way, than any of them.
Suddenly, Mr. Mellark spoke up,""Would you guys just SHUT UP?!" he screamed. The lot of us stopped talking.
"Look, guys. The attention is nice and all, but could we have at least ONE DAY of privacy?! It's nicer to know that no one is stalking you and shoving questions at you every time you step out of a building. So if you do not stop bothering me for at least a week, I'm leaving the business. Thank you," he says.
We all gasp. Surely he wouldn't do that... Right?
The whole swarm of reporters back away, including me, giving them some space. All of us were too scared to lose our latest object of interest. But I swear, I will get those answers if it's the last thing I do!
Done! I'm supposed to be studying right now and this should have been posted hours before now, but the distractions! ARGH! THE DISTRACTIONS!*IMPORTANT! IMPORTANT! IMPORTANT! MUST READ!*
Anyways, I've got a poll up on my page that I would really like you guys to vote on. It's to determine the cover pic of "Forever and Always" A new Gadge centric story I've been planning on. I know that I already mentioned this on the beginning A/N, but I'm just putting ths back over here, just in case any of you were still stubborn and didn't go back to read that note despite my fierce demand XD.
SEE YOU LOT NEXT WEEK!
PLEASE REVIEW!
~Jeni
P.S. Since you all obviously know my name now, I won't be putting on that "Jenifer (storyfrikk)" shit anymore. Starting from now, you all know and will call me Jeni if you plan to call me by my real name in one of your reviews. No Jenifer or storyfrikk. Got it?