Our Own "Happy ever after..."
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Chapter 3
After wanking up Katniss, Effie heads to the dinning room. It wouldn't be long before they arrive at the Capitol, so everything had to be perfect. They needed to make a good impretion. New Tributes, new stylist... And adding to that, her fight with Haymitch. Late at night, when she was alone in bed, it always felt like forgeving him, giving him anoher chance was the best choice to make. But Effie already knew better. As soon as she would wake up, a wave of anger would take control over her. Few people knew, but Euphemia Trinket was one of the most dangereus people. She could be quite manipulative, elaborat eschemes to get to a perpose, and she could help get revenge on the people who she hated, or had embaressed her. And right now, that person was Haymitch.
She was hopping to be able of having a tranquil breakfast, but her Victor was already there, all red and with a hangover.
"Morning sweatheart." it appeared he didn't care about their misserdustanding anymore, Typical. If he didn't care, she had to do the same.
"Goodmorning, ." she walked to the tables with food.
"Ok, fine. Spitt it out. What's the problem now?"
"Nothing that might concern you, Sir." she carefully picked up some strawberrys.
"Really, than what? One of your dresses doesn't have enough sparkles? We're almost out of schedulle? Or maybe you got some pounds a you don't fit in your dresses anyomre." he smirked, knowing the last comment would upset her. He should know better.
"For your information, I fit perfectly in all of my dresses. Not that you have anything to do with that!" Effie turned her back to him, pouring herself a cup of coffe.
"Erh... I... uhm... May I come in?" both Escort and Victor were sudendly aware of the blonde head pecking on the door.
"Oh, yes, sure of course!" she was back at being her own cheerfull person. Fake, Haymitch thought.
"Don't worry boy, she's upset 'cause she got fat."
"I'm not fat!" Effie spat, walking to her chair.
"Sure not." he laugth, Peeta blushed, Effie ignored him, and Katniss walked in the room.
Haymitch kept drinking his skiped juice, what left the girl quite anoyed. Effie left the room without saying a word.
"Really Haymitch?! Really?! First you embaress me in front of the boy, then you punch him?! What's wrong with you! No really, you must have some problem, because this is not normal!" they were on the penthouse, both their Tributes in bed. They had donne great today.
"What's my problem?! You've been acting all bitchy since the beginning of the Games!"
"I've been acting just like you wanted me to! After all I'm just an Escort, made to be prety, not smart, I'm Capitol! Well, guess what! I'm tired! I'm tired of doing all the job by myself! I don't have to take care of you when you to drunk to stand, but I do it none the less! And then you call me those things?! You have never even bothered to thank me!" she was screaming, walking from one side to the other, moving her arms in the air.
"Your acting like 'cause of that?" he was so... he didn't even know how he felt. "You know I don't mean those things..." he grabed her arms, pulling her to his chest. She rested her head no his shoulder.
"But you do. You say them when you're mad, and... and..." she was now sobbing. "You don't think before you say them! So you think their true!"
"No I don't! It's more of an instinct. When you're with all those Capitol things and I get angry, it's easier to... you know, get revolted."
"But it hurts when you say those things. And when you embaresse me and mock me. I like bickering with you, but you're not there after. You're not there to here people comenting about something you said about me or to hear your own supposed friends calling you exact the same names you've heard a thousand times." she wasn't crying anymore, but her head still rested on his shoulder, smelling his scent.
"What do you mean?" his voice showed concern. His intention was never to hurt her. Neither was it to give others ways of hurting her. Even thought you might have already donne that.
"It's no big deal, but do you remember our first Games together, the discussion in the Training Center?"
"How could I forget..."
Flashback...
Stupid knew Escort! Who does she thinks she is? It was late at night, they were just arriving at the Penthouse. It had been a really REALLY long day. Principally for Twelve's only Victor, who wasn't happy at all with is knew... co-worker. Haymitch sat on the couch, reaching for a botle of wiskey in the litle car. However, before he could grabe it, a tiny and delicated hand snatched it from him.
"The fuck you think you're doing?" he stood up faster than he thought he would. He was not used to being this sober, and he defenitly didn't like it.
"We need to talk." the tall, colorfull woman stood in front of him, a hand on the hip, the other holding the botle.
"No. You WANT to talk. The only thing I need is a drink!" he made to grabe it, but she was quicker. Running to the other side of the table, they were now in oposite ends.
"You're going to listen very carefully. I have no idea of how was your relationship with the other Escorts, but I assure, our will be diferent!"
"Oh, really? And how is that?" he was now passing from side to side like an animal choosing the best opurtunity to atack his prey. Their eyes were locked.
"First than anything, I intend on staying here more than one Game. Secondly, no chance I'm letting you drink as much as you're used to, but don't worrie, you can still get drunk, just not dead" she added when he openned his mouth to say somethin " And thirdly I want you to come with me to sponsor meetings."
"And why would I do that?" he was starting to consider jump on the table to get to her. "You're the ones who like the Games so badly... I just like my drink..."
"What do you mean with that?"
"You're the ones who wach them. No, not watch them... The creators of it. If you like it so much, maybe you should be the one working for it."
"This is not about working, it's about sav-" before she could finish, he grabed and pulled her to the lift.
"Why did you do that?"
"Are you insane?! YOU CAN'T SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT!"
"WHY NOT? BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE IT?"
"NO! BECAUSE SO- " he leaned into her hear "Someone might her you. Remember princess, constant vigilance!" she looked dumb face to him, and he thought he might have to explaine her everything all over again. But the understanding flashed in her eyes, and she handed over the botle she had still been holding until that moment.
"I'm sorry. You know what, I'll leave you alone." she made to get out, but when the doors openned, they were in the Terrace. The wind made hit them like a sharp knife, and blew their clothes, making it hard to walk. Principaly for Effie, whose dress was so full of feathers she could barely see now. Also, it blew her wig away.
Her shoulder length hair fell, like a redish waterfall. The poor woman did really tried to hide them, but Haymicth was faster. Holding her hands gently but with enough strength tomake her look him in the eye, he spoke.
"Don't. You said you wanted our relationship tobe diferent, then fine. But you have to let me know you. The real you."
"No one asides from my family has ever seen me like this. And it's not even pretty. You should see Miranda's! It's on-"
"Who?"
"Miranda. My sister. Anyway. Mirand-"
"I like yours." and then the awkward silent began. But in less than nothing they were both laugthing on the ground. And so, they spent the rest of the night talking and sharing insignificant stuff about themselves."
End of Flashback...
"Britney heard part of it. Actually, saw it. I mean, I think she did. Anyway, she saw when you grabed me and pulled me into the lift, and as been teasing me and spredin rumours about us."
"Rumours?" he looked at her playfully.
"On that time they were. But that doesn't matter. What I'm trying to say is that what you say and do to me and about me has huge influence in my life. And not the way your thinking in!" she smacked him on the arm, ever so slithly, when he openned his mouth to answer he with some dirty coment.
"I'm so-"
"Don't be. If you're sorry, than it means it woukd be your fault, and if it is your fault, than I can't get revenge from Britney!" they slowly started walking to the sofa, where they layed down.
"Already got plans?"
"Let just say this year will be full of surprises." and with tha, they fell assleep on the sofa, in the arms of eachother.
To be continued...
A.N.: Hey guys! I'm back! Sorry it took so long! I'll try to post every thirteenth day of each month, but that doesn't mean I can't post on other times. Also, I'm in the midle of exams period, so it might be dificult for now to do so. Anyway, I hope you've enjou the story so far. Sorry for any mistakes, and Adeus!