Peeta's song in the music video was 'Springsteen' by Eric Church and Katniss's song on Ellen was 'The Moment I Knew' by Taylor Swift.
I'm not writing the Finniss story because I ship Peeniss only.
I OWN NOTHING!
"You can get the money by tomorrow." Peeta says quietly as he flips a pancake.
"How?" I ask.
"Well…you can go and record a few songs…and get them on iTunes tonight. You'll have so much money by tomorrow morning you'll be able to buy my house from me, sow me for buying it in the first place and pay back your mom." He replies.
"No I can't, that's crazy."
"It's not crazy. That's what I did. Once people started to break into my apartment, I went and recorded a song. By that night, the song was number one on iTunes and I had more money than I could handle."
"I say you do it brainless." Johanna says.
"I'm with Peet and Jo." Rye says.
"I'll pack your things." Johanna suggests.
"Alright…let me call Haymitch."
…..s…..
Peeta and Haymitch are both with me and I'm freaking out. I'm recording two songs. One of them is A Thousand Years, and the other is bubbly.
A thousand years is by Christina Perri and bubbly is by Colbie Caillat.
I don't have anyone to play the drums so Peeta's going to do it for me. "You honestly don't have to be nervous. It's just me, you and Haymitch in here, seriously Katniss. And we're the only one in the room itself.
"I know." I say as we walk in the room. Haymitch goes to a place with a ton of buttons and shit and Peeta and I go into a soundproof room and he instructs me to do things, like put on headphones.
"Ready?" Haymitch asks. We both nod. He knows both the songs I'm going to be doing so I don't need to give him sheet music, and I know them too.
I wrote both of these a while ago, back when we were dating for the first time. We used to sing them together. I sit down at the piano and Peeta gets the violin, because those are the only two instruments in this song.
Well there is the guitar…
"Wait, what about the guitar?" I ask.
"Um…shit." Peeta frowns.
"We can have you play the guitar part after and then just edit it in." Haymitch says.
"Okay," I shrug.
"Alright…ready? Go."
I start to play the piano and Peeta starts the violin.
Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid
To fall
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt
Suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer
I have died every day
waiting for you
Darlin' don't be afraid
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more
Time stands still
beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything
Take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath,
Every hour has come to this
One step closer
I have died every day
Waiting for you
Darlin' don't be afraid
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more
And all along I believed
I would find you
Time has brought
Your heart to me
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more
One step closer
One step closer
I have died every day
Waiting for you
Darlin' don't be afraid,
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more
And all along I believed
I would find you
Time has brought
Your heart to me
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more
We finish the song with the piano and the violin. Then Haymitch does something and we sit silently. "Good, not play the guitar part. Peeta, don't make a noise, okay?"
"Okay." Peeta says. I get the guitar and wait for the queue, and then I play the whole part, thinking the song in my head.
"Perfect. Give me a minute." He works at it for a while. "Alright…next song,"
….s….
Not only do I announce on twitter that I'm releasing two songs at eight tonight on iTunes, but Peeta announces on twitter, too, and Facebook and Instagram and practically every other social networking sight. One of the workers that popped into the room when we were recording took pictures and they're on the homepage of Yahoo. People are going crazy, saying they're going to say up to buy them. People in other countries are saying up till five on a school night to buy them.
Everyone is flipping out.
It's seven fifty nine.
"This is nerve racking." I start to pace. We're in the living room and have Haymitch's laptop hooked up to the TV. All it takes it the enter button and we're done. There's a thing on iTunes that says 'number bought' and they're all insisting it's going to fly.
"You know these have to be your singles right?" Haymitch asks.
"That's fine." I say.
"You choose three." He says.
"Okay," I mutter. The clock on the wall chimes. Peeta wraps his arms around me from behind to calm me as Haymitch presses enter. We stare at the thing that says 'number bought' and right when he presses enter, it shoots from 0 to two and then to seven and up and up. After five minutes, each song has hit two hundred. I'm so overwhelmed and surprised right now that suddenly I'm really dizzy. "I need to go and lay down."
"I'm coming." Peeta says. When we're completely out of sight of everyone he sweeps me into his arms and carries me upstairs.
"What are you doing?" I ask when he drops me on the bed.
"Bringing you to bed," He tugs my shirt off and grabs the ointment stuff and the lotion and lathers up my ribs and my wrist. I want to kiss him so badly.
His fingers linger on my ribs.
"I think I'm going to go to Jersey tomorrow." I whisper.
"Why?" He asks.
"Because I want to get this over with," I whisper.
"I'm coming with you." He says.
"You can't, you have a concert-"
"I don't care. It'll be postponed." He says.
"Peeta-" he gets up and walks out of the room. I don't go after him. He'll be back.
He does come back five minutes later and lays down next to me, pulling me against him. He haven't been really touchy feely. All we do is hold hands and I really miss his touch. I inhale deeply and sigh, resting my hand on his chest, over his heart.
"I love you so much." I whisper. His arms tighten around me.
"I love you too." He murmurs. I look up at him and he looks down at me. I scoot high so our eyes are level. "I miss you." He admits.
"You miss me?" I repeat.
"Yeah...your lips, your touch, I miss...I miss making love to you."
"You do?" I whisper. He doesn't reply; he just gazes into my eyes. "So let's do it." I whisper.
"Do what?" He asks.
"Let's make love." I murmur.
He stares at me for a long time, probably double checking that this is what I want.
"Are you positive?" he asks.
"Yes." I whisper.
"Alright…" he kisses me.
…..s…
We get up bright and early, and we all get on a plane and go right to Jersey. I have black leggings on and a white sweater that hangs off one shoulder. I have on a black bra, too. I keep my phone in the waistband of my leggings. Peeta doesn't really care what he wears. He's got a white t-shirt and jeans. I have on boots that go to my shins. They don't have fur inside, they're leather and flimsy.
"Nervous?" Rye asks me as we stand in my parents driveway. I've decided I'm going to be the better person. I shrug.
"I have no reason to be. If they do anything to me, America will come kill them." I joke.
"Your right," Peeta says. I take a deep breath.
"Whatever. I just hope I get to see Prim." I walk to the front door, and after poising my hand to knock, I just drop it and walk inside. "Mom, Dad?" I call.
"Is that Katniss?" Mom asks.
"I think so." Dad replies. I peek into the living room and see that it's just them here.
"Sorry…I guess I should've knocked. Here," I hand, not only my mother, but my father 300,000 dollars.
"What the hell is this? How did you get all this money?" Dad asks.
"Mom said I owed you guys the money it took to raise me. That's Prim's, so she doesn't owe you anything."
"Katniss, what in the world?" Dad asks.
I shrug, "I'm just doing as I was told."
"Lillian, what the heck, she's your daughter! She doesn't owe us money for raising her! At least she doesn't owe me anything. Neither does Prim, I can't believe you would make her pay us back!" Dad hands me the money. "I don't want this Katniss. Keep your money."
"I don't want it either Dad." I hand it back to him.
"Well I won't accept it." He says.
"Well I'll just go and put it in the mailbox then." I shrug.
"Ethan are you crazy! Do you realize what we can do with 600,000 dollars! We can put Prim us for adoption and move away!"
"Are you not putting Prim up for adoption!" I snarl.
"You got a tattoo! What the hell Katniss, what is wrong with you!" Mom exclaims.
"You are not putting Prim up for adoption!" I snarl.
"You can't stop us." Mom snaps.
"You're not putting her up for adoption Lillian." Dad says. "I've had enough. We're getting divorced."
"What!" Mom shouts.
"Is Prim here?" I ask.
"She's at school. You can go pick her up, if you'd like." Dad says.
"Okay…"
"I won't let you divorce me! You don't even have the money! I have more money than you do anyways!" Mom shouts.
Honestly, I hate my mother and I've wanted them to get divorced for I don't know how long. I get out a ton more money and hand it to Dad.
"Bye." I walk out of the house. My parents are screaming at one another, and I smirk because I'm happy they're finally getting divorced.
"Are you okay?" Peeta demands. I just laugh.
"I'm fine. Listen, I want to go and see Prim. She's in school. Do you guys care? I can meet you if you have to go." I say.
"No, I want to see Prim." Peeta insists.
"Alright…" I sigh. We walk to the school. It's hilarious to see people's reactions as we walk through the town. I walk into the front office of the school and the lady shrieks and sends papers flying everywhere.
"You two…your…oh my!" her eyes roll into the back of her head and she falls backwards, unconscious.
"Oh my god!" I lean over the counter at her. "Should we call an ambulance?" I ask. Peeta shrugs.
"I don't know…that's never happened to me before." Peeta replies. Someone walks out of a door and shrieks as well, staring at Peeta and I as if we were ghosts.
"She's um…unconscious…listen-"
"Your Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark!" She shrieks. "Oh my god! My daughter lives for the two of you! Can you sign this for her? Please? Her name is Nicole." she begs. She gives me a piece of notebook paper.
"Um…sure…" she hands me a sharpie and I pull the top off.
What the hell am I supposed to put?
In cursive I write Love you Nicole! Love Katniss Everdeen.
Instead of love I put a heart. I hand to the Peeta and he just signs his name and writes you're the best Nicole!
He caps the sharpie and hands it to the lady.
"So what brings you to Springsteen High School?" she asks.
"I came to pick up my little sister…instead of you paging her though, can I go to her class and get her?" I ask.
"Yes! Of course! Not all of you though…"
"Can Peeta and I go-"
"Absolutely! You don't even need a visitor's badge! Everyone knows who you are! I didn't even know your sister went here!"
"Yeah…" I trail off. "Where is she right now? Her name is Primrose Everdeen."
She searches for a moment on the computer.
"She's in history. Room 211 with Miss Roberts."
"Okay, thanks." I smile and walk into the hallway. Peeta follows me. The students who do see us stop and stare, as if they think they're seeing wrong. I went to this school so I know where every room is. Peeta and I begin to bicker on how is going to go in first.
"I'm telling you that she is my sister! I'm not lying!" That's Prim. I peek in the window and see she's presenting a project on her family history and the teacher is giving her a zero for lying.
"Fine, I'll go first." I open the classroom door and walk inside. Peeta slowly slides in behind me. The room goes dead silent. I see a big fat zero on Prim's project, and she's too busy arguing with the teacher to notice me.
"Holy shit, someone please tell me that you see them too!" Someone exclaims excitedly.
"Who the fuck are you talking about?" Prim whips around, and her face registers shock and then pure joy. "Katniss!" she exclaims. She hugs me, and I hug her back. "What are you doing here! And Peeta! Oh my god!" she hugs him, too.
"Oh come on! Let's be reasonable here, people! Prim is somehow related to one of the most beautiful, popular female singers in the entire fucking world, and magically the girl herself walks into the room, with her boyfriend, who is the most amazing, popular guy singer in the world? Doesn't that seem a bit far-fetched? I won't believe it till I hear both of them sing."
"Yeah, that does seem a bit unlikely…" the teacher agrees. "Still I'm giving you a zero for lying about your family history."
"She's not lying, actually. And I am Katniss Everdeen, this is Peeta Mellark and I am Prim's sister."
"Whatever. Your such a little liar." A bitchy girl snaps from the back.
"Sing." A guy orders.
"Prim, I'm here to pick you up." I say. Prim gets her stuff without hesitation. Peeta reaches for her backpack.
"It is him! He's got the tattoo!" someone shrieks.
"Which means-" they start to ramble about how Prim and I are actuallty sisters, but we leave before they can fully stop us.
Okay this story seriously isn't going to last much longer. I found something on google from mockingjay and its making me cry.
It says:
Finnick and I sit for a long time in silence, watching the knots bloom and vanish before I can ask, "How do you bear it?"
Finnick looks at me in disbelief. "I don't know! Obviously I don't. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking." Something in my expression stops him. "Better not give into it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart."
ISN'T THAT JUST HEARTBREAKING OH MY GOSH WKFHWENF3WHFEBDKGE I CAN'T!