Chapter 7
I know I'm not going to bed even before I'm home.
I stay up in the kitchen and bother Aemelia until she finally gives up, her bleached hair starting to fall out of it's neat pouf, and sends me to my bedroom. It's around 11:00 by now. I change into my night clothes and sit on my bed, Prince happily sitting next to me. I don't know how long I was sitting there when my mobile phone rings. Of course, it's Apollo.
"What do you want?" I say, in a hushed voice so I don't wake anyone up.
"Want to go to a celebration the Training Center?" Someone calls his name again.
"Yeah sure. I can't sleep, anyway," I get up from my bed and go to my closet, "What do you want me to wear?"
"Something nice."
"Be a little more descriptive please."
He sighs. "Your navy ball gown with the rhinestones. It has the sweetheart neckline but you could cover your chest with the silk shawl that my sister gave you for your fourteenth birthday. It's a little darker than the dress."
"Do you watch me sleep from my closet or something?" I ask him.
"Just get dressed and meet me outside of your house," he says hurriedly.
"Okay" I hang up and get dressed. This dress is really pretty. Before I put on my shawl, I look in the mirror. I run my hand along the line of pale, puckered skin across my chest. I smile a little bit and wrap the shawl around my shoulders and fasten it with a pin. I start to wonder if Apollo really does watch me sleep from my closet. It's something he would do.
"What are you doing?" Aemelia says to me from my bedroom door.
"Getting dressed for the celebration," I say nonchalantly. She smiles at me from the doorway.
"Whatever," she walks past my bedroom.
"I'm leaving now." I stick diamond earrings in my ears and walk out the front door, where Apollo is waiting patiently. In a blue tuxedo, different from his blue suits, but still blue. The same color as Caesar Flickerman's hair. But something looks different about him. After we start walking I realize what it is.
"You're not wearing your lipstick," I stop him. "Why?"
"Well," he puts his hands in his pockets, "I decided to look 'normal'," he airquotes the word, "For you." That made the both of us smile. I entwined my arm with his and we walked to the City Circle.
"I brought just in case I decided to put it on."
"Bastard."
Chapter 8 is going to be kind of long, so here are two shorter chapters to hold you over until then. Don't forget to rate and review! If you have any type of questions for me just send me a message. Annie or I will respond.
Apollo can be kind of a bitch sometimes. Hera is actually the man of the two.
Updating again on Monday,
Johanna