AN; Well it has to happen sometime and I've been avoiding it for the past week, I went school shopping today. I don't want to go back to school, which is kind of weird because usually I'm excited. I had an amazing freshman year and I just feel like this year won't be as good. Classes for me start on the twentieth but I'm going camping all of this week, so when we get back we had better have our stuff together. Sorry about that mini rant, so what grades are you guys going into if you're even still in school? this chapter is dedicated to the girl who sang Unlimited in the old navy ad, if you haven't watched it look it up on youtube, it's the catchest song I've heard in awhile and it's so cute.
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The rain fell in buckets and cut deep into my bones. I crawled under the fence, back into district twelve, effectively covering myself in mud. The second I stood up and started walking, I lost my footing and I fell face first into a puddle that soaked my all ready wet form. As I got up I made a run for the Victor's village, taking the back way this time because I forgot to leave my bow in the forest and it wouldn't be the best idea for me to go running through the square with a weapon slung over my shoulder. It took around ten minutes to get to haymitch's house, I ran straight to the front door not even glancing at my house. As I knocked I heard a crash from inside the house and I silently hoped that Haymitch didn't break anything.
He flung the door open with an angry look on his face that faded when he saw it was me. He opened the door wider, silently inviting me in. I walked past him and looked in awe at the clean living room in front of me, wondering how he cleaned it in such a short amount of time.
"I saw how disgusted you were this morning so I decided it was time to clean the place up," I turned around and looked at the sheepish grin he had on his face. "So what's wrong." He asked.
"I talked to Gale and..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say. He nodded his head, understanding what I meant.
"Do you need something to wear?" He changed the subject, motioning to my soaking wet and filthy clothing. His eyes widened as he realized what he just said. "Or you can get something from home." He mumbled hastily.
"I really don't want to have to explain myself." I told him. He nodded walking into the bathroom and coming out with a bundle of clothing in his hands. He handed them to me, I thanked him and walked into the bathroom to get changed.
As I glanced in the mirror I did a double take, I looked horrible. There was mud all through my hair and all over my clothes. My face was pale from being out in the rain and I had bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep. I slowly undressed myself and stepped into the shower, hoping that Haymitch wouldn't mind. After I got the water warm enough I grabbed the bottle of shampoo off of the shower rack, it smelled like spice and oak and I thought of Haymitch using the same shampoo. It only took about five minutes for me to finish, but it warmed me up and I was able to get all the way clean. As I stepped out of the shower I unfolded the clothes that Haymitch gave me, a blue t-shirt a pair if red boxers and a pair of grey pajama pants. I slid the clothes on, trying not to think of Haymitch wearing them. The clothes smelled smoky, like they had been dried by a warm fire, maybe the had been. I left my wet clothes in the bathroom not knowing what else to do with them. I walked out into the living room where Haymitch was sitting, a glass of alcohol in his hand. He had a fire started even though it was the middle of the summer.
"Are you done cleaning?" I asked. His eyes shot up and met mine.
"I need a break." He told me. I nodded and walked over to sit by him.
"Do you want to talk about your dream now?" He asked me. I gave him a confused look.
"What dream?"
"On the train you had a nightmare and you wouldn't tell me what it was about because I wasn't the only one...listening." He explained.
"Oh," I whispered. "I was in the arena. Peeta was there he was mocking me, telling me how easy I was to use, but then it wasn't Peeta anymore it was Snow." I gave him a vague outline of the dream, but he seemed to understand. I jumped as yet another clap of thunder rolled across the sky, the power blinked a few times before going out completely.
"Can I have some of that." I asked, looking at the glass in his hand.
"I don't know if that's the best idea," A smirk flashed onto his lips. "Seeing what happened last time."
"You don't have to worry," I assured him. "I don't want to get that drunk for a long time."
I took the glass from his hand tipping it up and swallowing all of the alcohol, savoring the burn that came with it. I handed him the glass again and he sat it on the foor beside him.
"Will you promise me you that won't drink your problems away like I did." He asked.
"I can't do that," I told him. "I might break it."
"I'll always be here," He whispered. "And I won't judge you but I won't let you ruin your life either."
"It's hard, they don't know what it's like to have kill a person or watch someone you care about die in your arms."
"I'm sorry that no one understands sweetheart." He said, looking deep into the fire.
"You do." I whispered. He met my eyes and I saw something in his that I couldn't point out. He moved closer to me and brought his hand up to stroke my cheek.
"Don't ever forget that." He mumbled with a smile on his face. I hadn't realized that I had feelings for Haymitch until his touch brought goose bumps to my body and his breath on my cheek started driving me crazy.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he crashed his lips to mine pulling me onto his lap. I ran my fingers through his hair as he moved down and brushed his lips against my neck which made me shudder. He pulled away gently pushing me off of his lap and into the seat beside him.
"I'm sorry." He told me.
"I kissed back." I argued.
"Yes but you're not in the best state to make a decission like this."
"Haymitch I'm old enough to decide by myself," I put my hand on his cheek. "I want this." he turned into my hand and wrapped his arms around my waist, yet again pulling me onto him. I pulled his face to mine and pushed him so he was laying underneath me on the couch. His mouth moved with mine, lighting a fire within me that had long ago burned out. he ran his hands up and down my thighs as I kissed his neck smiling at the moan that he let escape his lips. He slid his hands under my shirt rubbing them up and down my back and sending chills up my spine. I seized his mouth once more, running my tongue along his bottom lip. He broke free of the kiss and sat up moving me off of him but cradling me at his side.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." He whispered into my hair, as I rested my head on his shoulder, content with life in that moment.
