*Insert cold voice here* Hey guys. I'm to tired, too busy and too sick to come up with a creative greeting, or a long chapter. But here it is so I hope you enjoy!
It takes me a moment to realise that I'm not in my own bed and once I do I'm not sure how to feel about it. Should I be embarrassed, ashamed? Of course I should, and I do... a little. I bury my face in the soft blue pillow and breathe in the faint scent of liquor and pine. It's an odd scent but so... safe. But since I can already see the light of morning peeping through the curtain I should probably leave. I meet Haymitch in the hallway in my attempt to sneak back to my room.
"Ah, the walk of shame," he says teasingly. "thankfully the only ones to see you can't speak." Why am I smiling? Haymitch kisses me on the cheek before walking away. Oh, that's why. I head to my room, unable to stop smiling. My alarm clock goes of seconds after I enter, telling me that it's 7a.m. I dress quickly before giving a note to an Avox for Katniss and Peeta and heading off to breakfast.
"Morning conduct coach,"Haymitch says as he passes me on the way to the table. I roll my eyes, unable to control my laughter.
"And how long did you work on that one Haymitch?"
"All night," he replies with a shrug.
"You mean when you weren't-" I begin before he whispers something about bugs in my ear as he passs to the table.
"Where are Katniss and Peeta?" he asks, glancing around the room. I reply, telling him that they are on the roof. "Why?"
"I decided that Katniss doesn't need training, and I still owe Peeta for the reaping." Haymitch brightens slightly. "Oh no, you need training."He starts to complain that he had been giving the training for twenty-five years. "And yet you have absolutely no knowledge of basic social graces." He groans loudly. We don't really get much done though. Most of my sentences end with Haymitch giving some uncouth remark or kissing me. Even though it was quite frustrating I can't say I didn't enjoy my day.
I find my dress after lunch the next day. A deep blood red with strokes of black here and there. I've just pinned on my wig when I hear Haymitch in the doorway.
"I could use a little help here." He says,holding out his tie. My face scrunches up in confusion, he has a prep team for that. Still, I take the tie from his hand and tie in slowly, smiling as I feel his warm breath on my forehead. "I didn't trust the prep team to get me ready," he whispers in my ear, I roll my eyes before he continues. "There was no way I was letting the put make up on me." I reach up and kiss his cheek softly, leaving a deep red mark. He chuckles, shaking his head. "I suppose I had that coming."
"Don't do anything stupid. I know you're a lot smarter than that but please be careful." He nods before pulling me into his arms.
"I promise," he whispers. He kisses my temple before tuning to leave, I grab his arm and pull him back. I slip my locket from around my neck hand put it in his hand. His fingers close around it before he glances back at me.
"Just in case," I say, blinking back a tear. "And that necklace is very special to me so I expect you to bring it back... without a scratch." I usher him out quickly, saying he's going to be late, he takes my hand and kisses it before walking down the hall. Cinna materializes in the doorway before I have the chance to wipe my eyes. He points in the direction Haymitch left, looking at me questioningly. I shrug awkwardly in reply before asking what he has planned for tonight.
"I think you'll love it. But you'll prefere yours when you see it. Much less showy." I stare back in confusion. "Come on, you'll be late."
The interviews pass quickly, except Annie Cresta who just its there with her hand over her ears. At some point Portia grabs my knee to stop my leg shaking. Finally Katniss takes the stage and I'm completely lost for words. The dress is just... I mean it's...and now it's a bird. Great. Great job Cinna, you've just gotten yourself killed. Haymitch takes the stage and the thoughts of my friends lave my head and the interview gets my full attention. Ceaser starts by asking how he feels.
"Very old," he replies and the crowd roars with laughter. "I mean, has it really been 25 years?"
"What an honour it would be to win the games twice." Ceaser says dramatically, well everything's dramatic with Ceaser.
"Yeah, but I don't plan on having that honour."He replies.
"What are you planning then?" Ceaser asks.
"I'm gonna keep Katniss alive for as long as possible. If not for her and Peeta then for the baby."
Really hoped you enjoyed that! It'll be awhile before the next chapter because life. Paramore is spreading lies. It ain't fun living in the real world. Until next time!x
