Chapter 4

I'm in the bathroom. Prim's hunched over the toilet. I'm holding her hair out of her face as she vomits. She soon falls back asleep.

When we arrive back to district four I don't wake her up. I just carry her back to my house. I climb in through my bedroom window afraid to see what state my mom's in. I gently put her down on my bed. I frown at her nudity. She always said those sort of things didn't bother her, that she's use to people seeing her now but it still feels weird to just leave her all exposed. I search through her backpack to find that she hadn't brought any clothes with her from twelve.

I go to my closet and pull out the largest shirt I can find. It's a light blue button up shirt. It should fit her like a dress. I get up on my bed and position myself behind her to get at a better angle. I'm sitting upright, her head leans on my chest. I pull her right arm through the sleeve then her left. I put her gently down on my pillow and start buttoning the shirt. As I get toward the top she wakes up.

"Morning already?" she says with a yawn and a smile.

"Actually it's mid afternoon."

She frowns, "Oh, well that felt like a waste of a day."

"That's what happens when you drink yourself to death." I give her a small smile; it was only half a joke.

She takes on a mimicking tone, "Oh hahaha, very funny," she jumps out of bed and starts pulling at the collar of the shirt I put on her, "Blehk, I feel like I'm being choked." She laughs and unbuttons three buttons down so it's not as close to her neck. "Much better."

"Do you want something to eat?"

She smiles childishly, "Cap'n crunch please."

We walk to the kitchen and I pour each of us a bowl of cereal. Prim immediately starts eating. My mom walks in the room. She looks over Prim in confusion; she had never seen her before. I hold my breath as she looks at me, "Nick," I breathe in, today I am her son to her, "Who is this?"

Prim pops up from her chair, "Oh how silly of me, I'm Prim, Primrose Rue Mellark," she sticks out her hand.

My mother hesitantly shakes it, "Mellark? You Katniss and Peeta's kid?"

"Yes ma'am," Prim says with a brilliant smile, "You were friends with my folks, no?"

My mom nods her head, "Your mom was a brilliant fighter," she smiled mischievously, "So what are you doing out of twelve Prim? Do your parents know you left?"

"No ma'am," she looks down at her toes as if she'd done something truly awful, "Please don't call them, they're having a hard enough time without me being there. Just one more mouth to feed." She shakes her head. I wondered if she already planned out what to say or if she just made it up as she went. Because we both know that her family was far from starving, with her mom hunting and her dad cooking and all.

My mom looked her over for a while, "Ok, I won't call them. So are you staying with us?"

"Only if that's alright with you, I mean I could always find somewhere else…"

"No no no. Stay with us. So how do you know Nick?"

She quickly came up with another lie, "I saw him on TV when the news interviewed all the past victors. He was in the background of your interview. I thought he was cute," I stood there in disbelief as she actually made herself blush, "With you being friends with my folks and all, I got his number and we started talking on the phone a lot."

My mom shook her head and laughed, "Yeah, Nick's pretty handsome." She ruffled my hair.

"Mom, stop it," I said through the side of my mouth.

Prim chimed in with my mom's laughter. My mom grabbed a granola bar and left the room.

I looked at Prim, "So, what do you want to do with our remaining daylight hours?"

"Your mom said my mom was a brilliant fighter."

"Yeah, so?"

She looked up at me and her eyes turned gray, "I want to see my mom's hunger games."

I looked at her for a long time, "We don't own any of those old tapes Prim."

"I know, but I bet any number of Capitol residents do. My mom's year was some of the fan's favorites. I'm sure several of them have those tapes stored somewhere."

"What do you want to do?"

"Next weekend, when we go back on the train, we'll each search for our parents' tapes."

I thought about it for a long time. I wasn't really interested in seeing my mother's games, but my dad's. Well, I'd never seen anything with my dad before, no photos, no videos, nothing. "I want to see my father."

Prim smiled like she was way ahead of me, "I know."

"So how are you planning on us stealing the tapes?"

She looked at me like I was flat out stupid, "Oh don't tell me you've never stolen before." I shake my head, nothing really comes to mind. She stands up and wraps her arms around me. Then she pulls an empty bottle from the bag behind me. "Uh huh, sure, if you say so."

I laugh, I always figured my hosts just owed that to me. "Okay, so we steal the tapes. Then what?"

"We'll figure it out as we get to it." She smiles and her eyes go back to being blue.

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