Chapter 2

You Love. . who?

I woke up the next day with Peeta's arm around me. Normally this would make me happy but right now I just wanted to get out of bed. Why was it so hot? I looked around me, searching for the cause of such heat. We were in the living room with the TV turned on to some movie. Prim was sprawled out on the floor, the glass of water still in her hand. Someone else was home too. That's why it was so hot. There was smoke coming from the kitchen.

"Peeta." I whispered. "Peeta!" I couldn't move with his arms wrapped around me. It was nearly impossible. He blinked once then closed his eyes. Twice, thrice, finally his eyes stayed open.

"Morning." He whispered. He was about to kiss me when he noticed the smoke. "What's that?" he asked as he stood up. Prim was awake now too.

"Don't know." Prim said. "Go check." She pushed me and peeta toward the kitchen.

"It's probably nothing." Peeta said. I nodded. Prim still pushed us toward the kitchen. I saw her retreat after we were a few feet away from the kitchen door.

Peeta reached to the door but before he would open it, the door burst open. All I saw was a head full of pink, if slightly messy, hair. Effie. She had her four inch pumps in her hands and twirled them around.

"Hello~" she said. Her breath reminded me of a liquor store. Or worse.

"Effie? What are you doing here?" Peeta asked. Effie moved her hair out of her face. Was this really the Effie I knew?

"Guess what happened yesterday? I was fired! Fired!" she scoffed. "How can I be fired?"
Effie worked as President Paylor's assistant. I knew exactly how she could be fired – especially if she woke up the president with an announcement that there was 'a big, big, day' ahead.

Peeta passed me a look which meant he was thinking the same thing I was.

"That is awful! The president will never be able to get by without you, Effie." Prim said. If you think she said this sarcastically then you don't know Prim. She honestly meant it.

"See! Even the twelve year old knows how important I am! Thank you Rose." Effie slurred. How did she get ahold of a bottle in the first place?

"It's Prim." Prim muttered. Seeing how Effie's face fell, Prim hurried to cheer her up. "But my full name is Primrose so I guess Rose is fine. . ." She didn't even try to clear up the fact that she was fourteen, not twelve.

"Haymitch!" Effie called. "Wake up!" Haymitch burst out of the Kitchen and fell face flat on the floor. Haymitch's face was green and then he puked. Effie burst out in a fit of giggles. What the heck. . .?

"Wow, it's a party in here isn't it?" Prim said. As soon as I saw Haymitch I knew exactly what happened.
After Effie was fired, she came to District 12 wanted us to listen to her problems and cheer her up but probably ran into Haymitch first. He took her to his home and they talked, etc. Then when Effie was done blabbing about how much the President will need her, Haymitch offered her a drink. I know this doesn't sound like something Effie would do but you have to keep in mind that Effie was upset. When people, especially Capitol people, are upset they do all kinds of crazy things they normally wouldn't do.

Take me for example when I found out I would have to go back to the Quarter Quell. I went nuts, right? Well, Effie did the same. Except she didn't break into a random house and cry all night. . . still. . .

Now the only question left was what were they doing in Peeta's kitchen?

"Did you know you leave your back window open? Weird. What if someone gets in?" Effie slurred. Well, that explained that. Haymitch walked over to the couch. Peeta sighed as his bran new couch was covered in Haymitch vomit.

"Honey!" Effie slurred. "When are we going on our –" hiccup. "Honey-" Hiccup. "Moooooooooon." She was starting to snooze off. Huh?

"Did you just say, Honeymoon?" Peeta asked. Effie looked at him.

"I did." She said. "See?" she lifted her hand to show a perfectly made gold ring with the words 'Effie & Haymitch forever.'

I had to gulp back vomit and laughter. Effie will be regretting that later.

"You two are married?" Prim gasped. Haymitch abruptly sat up.

"Huh?" He said. He looked at his ring, shock dominating his features. "Holy –"

"Language!" Effie interrupted. "If you are going to be my husband I expect you to have better manners." Effie still looked drunk. I don't think she knew what the word 'husband' meant. Or what doom it brought. I wonder how they got in this mess in the first place.

"B-but-"

"hush!" Effie slurred. "Tomorrow you are going home and meeting my parents. It's going to be a big, big, big, day." By this point she was starting to snooze off. I got the feeling she was ready to pass out. My suspicions were clarified when she fell face flat right where Haymitch had puked.

"You can clean her up." Peeta murmured. I couldn't help it but, the look on Haymitch's face, Prim looking shocked, Peeta looking disgusted and most of all, Effie covered in puke, made me laugh uncontrollably.

"This isn't funny!" Haymitch said. "I'm married to a psycho!" It's such a mystery how Haymitch can become somewhat sober in just a few minutes. I laughed harder.

"Congrats! I present Mr. and Mrs. Haymitch Abernathy!" I laughed. By now Prim and Peeta were laughing too.

"How many children are you having, Haymitch?" Peeta asked through laughter.

"Oh! Are they going to have pink and blue hair?" Prim asked. "Or green and orange?"

"District 12 most eligible bachelor is taken!" Peeta said. "Don't worry, I'll break the news to all the sad ladies, Haymitch."

I swear if Haymitch could kill us with a loaf of extremely burned bread, he would have done so right then and there.

Oh come on! like no one ever thought something like that would happen. i thought about something like this happening since the first book. Haha!

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