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"Hey, your Katniss Everdeen, aren't you?" My cellmate asks. She's a girl and she's my age and she seems really nice.
"Yes." I massage my wrists.
"What are you in for?" she asks.
I shrug. "Some family ran into me when I was backing out of my parking spot at the mall. I have 5,000 bottles of alcohol in my car for my 5,00 bottle wine cellar I was filling up for the 200 people come for Christmas. They did a drug an alcohol test and I guess it wasn't good." I answer. "What about you?" I ask.
She shrugs, "I vandalized a cop car."
"Nice…" I sigh. "How long have you been here?" I ask. She sits down on the metal shelf that is supposed to be out bed.
"Three days." She says. "Don't expect to be getting out soon."
I want to cry so bad right now.
PEETA'S POV
We're watching the news, all of us impatiently waiting for a call from Katniss to know she's alright.
The weather cuts off.
"Breaking news!" the main newsperson says. "Katniss Everdeen is going to jail!"
We all sit up, shocked. Haymitch, Cinna, Aiden, Finnick, Graham, Rye and Johanna are here.
It shows a video of Katniss getting handcuffed. I can tell, even though she's masking her emotions that she's absolutely livid and ready to punch the fuck out of everyone. And she's trying as hard as she can not to cry.
KATNISS'S POV
Twenty minutes later, the cop that arrested me comes back.
"We only took you in because the test wasn't working. We've announced it was a false alarm and you're free to go."
"Thank you," I breathe a sigh of relief.
I am allowed to change back into my clothes and I have to catch a taxi back to my car. I head for home.
My phone begins to ring.
"Hello?" I ask tiredly.
"Go to Ellen's." Haymitch hangs up. I sigh and make a U-turn.
Going on a talk show is the last thing I want to do right now. I have to practically force myself. I guess I'm going in what I'm wearing. I brush my hair and teeth and then braid my hair back and wait. When my name is announced, I walk onto the stage. This is live. I can tell.
"You must be having a really bad day." Ellen laughs.
"I am." I sigh.
"So we all know you got arrested. What happened?"
I run my hands over my face.
"I'll just start from the start of my day because that's when my day started to be terrible." I sigh. "Okay so I got up and took a shower. The hot water didn't work so I had to shower with it all the way on cold. Then I burnt my breakfast and set the fire alarm off. I dropped my phone in the sink as I washed my dishes and has to go to get it fixed. I didn't even get to see Peeta, and every day I don't get to see Peeta is a terrible day. Then I was doing all the shopping that needed done and I'm not even done yet and didn't have any money because I forgot my wallet. I had to go all the way back to my house to get it. I have to get Christmas decorations and everything. Then my sister called and with boyfriend troubles so I had to help her. As I was on the phone I was shopping and I bought 5,000 bottles of alcohol because I have a 5,000 bottle cellular at my home. I was in a bad mood because nothing seemed to be going right and I had-still have a headache, and then I was backing out of my parking space and someone ran right into the side if my car! Of course I was pissed off-sorry for my language, but I was angry and by now I just wanted to go home. Then the guy called the police and the paparazzi were in the bushes and the police showed up and we're searching both cars. And what do they find when they search mine?"
"Oh god! That wine." Ellen says. Everyone makes noise of sympathy.
"Right, so they find they wine and instantly they think 'oh wow international singer was drinking and driving! She ran into a family!' so they did the drug and alcohol test. I had already called Peeta and everything. The whole parking lot was bombarded in paparazzi and news reporters and I was flipping out and then they just arrested me! Now I may be twenty one, but I've never drank before. I bought the alcohol because I have two hundred people coming to my house for Christmas. So they arrest me and I'm throwing in a jail cell with some girl who vandalized a cop car. Then literally twenty minutes later the officer that arrested me comes back and goes 'oh the results were taking too long' or something like that and he let me go. I am so stressed out and I want to just go and cry."
"So they arrested you because the drug and alcohol results were taking too long?"
"Yes!" I exclaim. "I'm not even done shopping yet when means I have to go out and finish and I think I may make Peeta come with me or something because I really miss him. I don't even have a Christmas Tree yet!"
"Well this is just the best day of your life, isn't it?" She asks.
"Pretty much, and then tomorrow I'm moving into my house with Johanna and I've got to deal with that." I exhale and sit back.
"You look terrible. You need a massage or something." Ellen says.
"I need a nap, a fuzzy blanket, a round of the Kardashians, a massage, and a bubble bath with hot water" I mumble. "And Peeta's hot chocolate and cheese buns. And a hug…from Peeta," Everyone makes an 'awww!'noise.
"You watch that?" Ellen asks, surprised. "The Kardashians?"
"Yes. I love them. They're amazing. I love them, Christina Perri, Jennifer Lawrence, Josh Hutcherson and Sam Claflin. Oh and Peeta too, obviously. But I watch the Kardashians religiously." I admit.
"Wow...well that's all we've got for today! Let's all try our best to make Katniss feel better!"
The second I'm off stage, I'm out the door and driving home. I don't want to do anything. I want to cry though. I need to let out my emotions.
I decide to just do the rest of the shopping now. I go down my grocery list and get so much that I fill three carts. People stare at me and I force myself to ignore them. I get one of those stands for the tree, too, and a ton of wine glasses, hundreds. I have plenty of cabinet room for them.
Then I load up my car and head to a place to buy Christmas trees. A guy helps me pick out the tree, and I get a huge white one that will easily fit in my living room. He straps it onto my car and I tip him and instead of going to Peeta's house where I'm staying, I go home to my house. I put the code in the gate and drive in, and close it again. This is a smart house and I can control it from everywhere. I leave the front door open and unload the whole car. It takes me five hours to put all the wine away by myself, and then I have to decorate the whole house and get the tree off the top of my car. I'm so stressed. I make pizza with the pizza oven and get a soda as I put away the groceries. I sit there for probably an hour, and then I decide to do everything on my own because I just want to be alone. It's a really hard struggle, but I manage to get the tree in the house, in the tree stand. I manage to decorate it by getting a ladder I find in the garage, and I put the northern star on top, which is made completely out of gold. I plug it into the wall and sigh, glad that it works. I grab the ladder and drag it out front. My phone starts ringing.
Peeta's probably freaking out. I should have called him, I know better than that. "Hello?" I ask.
"Are you alright? Where are you? You got off of Ellen almost seven hours ago." It's six at night. I left way early this morning and got arrested around noon. "Baby, I'm really worried about you. Are you safe?" he asks.
"I'm fine Peeta. I'm at home."
"What? Why?" he demands.
"Because I have shit to do!" I snap. Then I sigh and fight tears. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. I'm alright, I'm just really stressed out. I'm perfectly safe. The gate is shut and the security is on. I'm the only person near me, I promise." I start to string lights around the really tall trees and the balcony and the edges of the roofs and the bushes and everywhere.
"Babe, do you need help?" he asks gently.
"No…I think I've got it." I mumble as I continue to string lights. I even have lights for inside the pool, which is awesome.
"Well…alright…" he sounds upset. "I miss you," he whispers.
"Peeta, I just said I didn't need help. I didn't say you couldn't come over."
"So I can come and see you?" he asks, sounding much happier than he did two seconds ago.
"Yes," I reply, slightly irritated. Everything irritates me today.
"Okay, I'm coming." I string lights on the windowsill of every window, every single balcony, every edge of the statues, inside the pool, the gate. I string lights inside the house and finish decorating. My phone chimes and I look at it and see that it is on video of Peeta's car out front. I press 'open gate' and it opens. When he's fully in, I shut the gate and turn on all the lights I just strung. Everyone is coming the day after the day after tomorrow. I go upstairs and start to frantically set up every room and clean every bathroom. I know he's wandering the halls. This house is so big I guarantee he got lost.
"Katniss!" he calls. I go downstairs to see him looking around. "There you are. Come here," he sets a bag down on the counter and I'm satisfied to see he's alone and didn't bring anyone with him. I walk into his open arms and bury my head in my chest. "Today is probably the worst day of your life…right now."
"It's going to stay the worst day of my life, Peeta. I'm so stressed out and I can't do it anymore. I've been on the verge of tears since that damn car ran into me."
"Let it out. Cry. Scream. Hit me. Do whatever you have to do to feel better. Don't hold it all inside. That's unhealthy and it's going to come back and bite you in the ass."
"I don't want to let it out."
"Well do it anyways. If you want to cry, go ahead and cry." He whispers. I do want to cry. I want to die.
"Can I tell you something?" I whisper.
"You can tell me anything." He whispers.
"Well…you have to promise not to freak out first."
He's silent for a long time, and the he shakes his head. I finally lift my head from his chest to look at him. "No. I'm not going to promise that."
"Fine…when the cop was taking me out of my jail cell…" I back out of his arms and avoid his eye. "I was thinking of ways to kill myself." And then I scurry past him to the kitchen. He doesn't say a word or make a sound. I lean on the counter with my eyes shut as tears start to slide down my cheeks. He's right behind me. "Please don't break up with me. Does that mean I'm suicidal? Peeta I don't want to die. Don't leave me. Stay with me."
"Katniss," he whispers. I'm hysterical now. "Come on baby, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere. Not even if you want me to. You're stuck with me…and I don't really think you're suicidal. I think it was at the moment. You're obviously not suicidal if you don't want to die." He murmurs. "Now come here," he picks me up so my legs are around his waist and just holds me, and then he carries me to my bedroom after stopping to grab that bag from the table. "Here," he hands me the bag.
"What?" I ask.
"It's yours." He says. I open the bag and see cheese buns and a thermos, and all the seasons of the Kardashians, a fluffy blanket, and way down at the bottom, I see a black velvet box. My heart rate speeds up a million times more. I look up at him, and he has a very careful look in his blue eyes.
"Peeta…" I whisper. He doesn't say anything, just takes my hand. "What are you doing?" I whisper.
"Marry me, Katniss? I love you so much, and I want to marry you. Not for a few years, but this is just a promise that it's going to happen." He pulls the box out from the bag. "If you say yes…I'll be the happiest person in the whole world…and if you say no…I'm going to wait a bit and ask again. Marry me, and I promise to love you forever and ever. You come first."
I'm silent for a really long time. He's got the box open, but I don't care if it's from the machine the costs fifty cents.
Why shouldn't I? I have no reason not to marry him. I love him so much and I can't see myself with anyone else. I don't want to be with anyone else.
We stare at one another for a really long time, searching one another's eyes.
"Yes, Peeta. Yes, I'll marry you." I whisper. His eyes light up light the Christmas tree and he slides the ring onto my finger.
"I love you so much." He pulls me against his chest and I kiss him, knocking him backwards. We roll off the bed and he makes sure he takes the whole impact. It doesn't bother either one of us, because we're kissing so crazily that we hardly notice.
He just barely manages to get us back on the bed before we're stripping our layers.