A/N: So, this may not be the best chapter ever, my mind is a little too full off Breaking Dawn. Ha...If any of you have seen it, what was your reaction to the surprise? I'm curious...Also, have you all seen the teaser trailer for Catching Fire? Anyways, on to the chapter.
~Katniss's POV~
I unsuccessfully try to keep the scowl off my face as my prep team works on making me 'pretty'. I purse my lips, they aren't suppose to be my prep team. They were Madge's, until I decided Peeta needed to be the one to be saved.
"Katniss, you need to take better care of your nails." I roll my eyes at Octavia I had a lot more things on my mind other then the state of my nails. Especially, with my father's threat hanging over my head. I decide to ignore it and resume my scowl.
"Alright, I think it's time to hand her over to Cinna." Venia steps back examining me before nodding approvingly. Flavius, Octavia, and Venia scurry out of them room. A sigh of relief leaves my lips. I cross my arms over my chest tapping my foot. My eyes drift to the clock. 3:00. We had an hour before the camera's would be here. I wasn't looking forward to going on this Victory Tour. Especially since I'm not even a victor.
Although, knowing that Peeta is going makes me feel the need to be there. I wouldn't make him face it alone. I know all too well how the Victory Tour's ago. Depending on the person they're either filled with celebration, or regret. With Peeta I know it'd be regret. Though he never killed anyone, he still feels he should've saved some of them. Especially Rue who was his ally.
The thought of Rue sends a stabbing pain of guilt through me. I couldn't save her, and even if I could've it wouldn't have helped me in trying to save Peeta. I was certain my father would make sure to show the video of Rue dying, just to see me break. Maybe even see Peeta break. I wouldn't stand for this. It was all so wrong, and unjust.
"There's my victor." I spin as Cinna's voice fills the room.
"I'm not a victor." I mumble looking down. I really hated being referred to as that. I wasn't even an official tribute of the games. I don't come from the Districts, it shouldn't count. Yet, somehow I did more damage, and killed more people then at least seventy-five percent of the actual tributes in there. I was worse than a career.
"You're right, I'm sorry. Now let's get you dressed." I nod deciding against saying anything. I could argue and tell him there's no reason to be sorry but what would be the point in that?
~Peeta's POV~
I find myself prepped and dressed quickly. My prep team worked fast. Now I had nothing to do but walk around the house aimlessly waiting for the camera's to come. Effie of course wouldn't allow me to go see Katniss because our reunion is suppose to be on camera. Although, it's not much of a reunion. We spend almost every minutes possible with each other.
"Peeta, why don't you drink some water to calm yourself down?" Portia holds out a clear glass of water towards me. I hesitate but take it anyways. If it didn't work to calm my nerves then it would for sure quench my thirst. All too soon there's a knock on the door signifying that the camera's were here. I let out a sigh straightening the collar of my shirt, and fixing my jacket sleeves.
"Ready?" Haymitch walks in about five seconds later. I give a terse nod of my head and take a deep breath letting it out slowly.
"Let's get this over with."
"Just be yourselves on camera." I nod. Like I hadn't planned on that. Katniss's father was pretty much counting on that anyways. I really couldn't care less what her father wanted, but my life and Katniss's life depended on it. Katniss hates letting people in on our feelings, and our relationship but she doesn't have a choice now. Haymitch half shoves me out the door.
It takes me a moment to compose my face, but I find I don't need to work at a smile when I see Katniss. The smile spreads across my lips naturally, taking over my features as it always does every time I see her. Her grey eyes meet mine and she mirror's my smile not a second later. Her brown hair is pushed back in a yellow head band, and falls freely down her back in long dark waves. She has a winter jacket on lines with fur along the edges. She always takes my breath away.
We both walk towards each other, and I almost forget the cameras are even there. She dives into my arms quickly and forcefully causing me to lose balance on my fake leg. We fall backwards into the snow, and laugh. The laughing only lasts a second because her lips find mine quickly. My arm tighten around her as the world disappears and it's just us.
"We better get on our way." Effie chirps pulling me back to reality. Katniss pushes off of me standing up. I just grin at her like an idiot before she offers me a hand. I can tell by the way her lips are pressed together she's suppressing a laugh.
~Katniss's POV~
Without even thinking about my hand finds Peeta's, our fingers lacing together without a seconds hesitation. I try to forget that we have camera's capturing our every breath, but find it a little impossible. I try again without success to keep a scowl off my face. I wasn't good at this like Peeta is, but for both our sake's I was going to have to learn, and learn quickly.