CHAPTER 42
Mix Yourself with the Colors
We get home, and go upstairs.
"What should we do now?", says Peeta.
I think for a moment and look around. We're standing on the hallway, and I begin walking towards the second bedroom. I stand on the doorway, contemplating the room, which is not destroyed now, but stains of blood are still on the wall.
"We should remodel this room", I say as I hear Peeta joining me. "We have the painting, but not furniture... Anyway, what do you want to make of this room?", I wonder.
"Hmm... I don't know", says Peeta putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Maybe we could make this an art studio! For you, so you don't have to go to that mysterious room of yours in the bakery", I say and I'm about to ask what that room actually is, but Peeta speaks before I can do it.
"An art studio...", he says wondering, ignoring that I don't exactly know what he keeps in that room.
"Yeah, we could paint the walls a different color, or something nicer but I'll probably screw it up with my art skills", I say sarcastically.
"No, you can help me! I like the art studio thing, but we should make it for both, a place where the two of us can be. ", he says.
"Okay, sounds great to me", I say. "Where should we start?".
"The walls? Then we can buy a couch and a desk or something".
"Okay, I'll just change my clothes. I'll be right back", I say getting out of the room and into Peeta's.
I change into a white shirt and shorts, and wear my hair into a high bun. In a matter of minutes, I'm back.
Peeta has already covered the floor with newspaper, and he has at least half a dozen of buckets with paint.
"Wow, you're fast", I say joining Peeta.
He's covering the last places of the square room with newspaper.
"What should we paint?", I ask.
"I don't know... I was thinking we should paint something we both like...", he says looking around.
"Cheese buns", I didn't intend to say it out loud.
"Cheese buns?", says Peeta grinning.
"Sorry, I'm hungry", I just realized we didn't have breakfast...
Peeta seems to ignore that. "Any ideas besides cheese buns?".
"Maybe we could paint the meadow...".
"Yeah, yeah, yeah", says Peeta, each 'yeah' louder, and I think he liked the idea. "Yeah, with animals, butterflies, trees! Full of colors!", he says amazed.
"It sounds more complicated now", I admit. "Maybe I could just watch you". And eat cheese buns.
"No! Maybe I can draw some things with pencil and you can color them", he says.
"Yeah, that would be nice".
"Well, let's go", he says.
In one wall, he begins drawing with a pencil, and I watch him. It's fascinating, it looks easy when he's doing it, and I wish I had his art skills, I would really love that.
I'm thrilled by how he runs the pencil through the walls, up and down, in circles, in every possible way. He moves from one side of the wall to the other, with that focused look of his.
In less than an hour, he's done with the first wall, he takes a few steps back and contemplates it, and I stand behind him.
"It's beautiful", I say. "I'm afraid I'll mess it up. Maybe you should paint it-".
He turns around and grabs me by the shoulders. "No, you have to paint it, it will look beautiful, just let it go, don't think about it, just relax and... mix yourself with the colors, and you'll see how beautiful it will look", he says.
I nod, "Okay". He plants a kiss on my forehead, and then he begins with the second wall.
I decide to begin with the trees, so I grab a palette and a brush.
I take a little of green paint, I add some white to make a softer green, and it reaches a point where it almost becomes my favorite color.
Mix yourself with the colors. I take in a deep breath, and begin moving the brush throughout the wall, I try to do it as carefully as possible.
The minutes pass and I notice that Peeta is painting his wall now too.
And I paint, on and on and on. I get lost in this wall, I paint all the trees and the grass, everything with different shades of green. Then, I begin with the sky, and when I run out of paint, I notice that the sun is up, in a different position.
I look at the hour and see that four hours have passed, and I didn't even feel them.
"Looks very nice", says Peeta admiring my wall.
"Thanks", I smile. I look at it and see that it's not as bad I thought it would be.
"Yours is nice too", I say. And it's beautiful, though he's not done yet.
With his palette in hand, Peeta leans and with his brush he takes a little of green paint. I begin to lean for green paint too, but I guess he didn't notice me approaching him so when he raises, his brush soaked with paint finds the side of my cheek, and it leaves me with a long stain of green.
Peeta quickly looks at me and says, "Sorry", beginning to laugh.
I wipe it with my hand but I can feel I just made the stain bigger, and Peeta now laughs out loud.
I look evilly at him, and without moving my gaze away from him, I soak my brush with paint and I throw the painting flying towards Peeta.
And it reaches it's target successfully. There's a green stain that goes from Peeta's cheek to his forehead.
I snort and then laugh. And I can't stop it.
Peeta takes more paint and I begin to run, but I feel the liquid hitting my leg. And Peeta laughs even louder.
After that, a war begins
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