The next morning I am awaken by Primrose's girlish squeals. "Come on! We have to get me a new dress!" Peeta is laughing at the situation, not bothering to hep me. I yawn, my eyes adjusting to the brightness of the room.
"Prim, it's too early." I moan, wanting to stay in bed. She giggles, and I know why. When I was her age, I' be awake since before dawn to go hunting.
"Oh Katniss, don't be silly. It's past noon." Peeta informs me. I jolt up when I hear how late I've slept. Prim babbles about what color dress she would like while I go to the bathroom and splash my face with some water to wake myself up.
"So Prim, want to get going?" Peeta asks when I exit the bathroom. Prim nods, and they leave the room.
"Hey!?" I shout. "Come on! Wait for me! I have to get dressed!" I take a skirt and a t-shirt from my wardrobe, and get dressed. I run down the stairs, grab the cheese bun Peeta was about to eat from his hand, and take a bite.
"Hey!" Peeta exclaims, shocked by my actions.
"Peeta, are you really shocked by that? Do you not remember the girl you fell in love with?!" I ask, before eating the rest of the cheese bun. "That's what you get for not waiting." Prim giggles at my remark. "What're you laughing at?" I ask Prim. This only makes her giggle more. I sigh, and walk into the living room. Finnick is sitting in there, reading a book.
"Finnick, let's get going. We have to go dress shopping for Prim!" I say, a little too optimistically for Finnick's liking.
"Fine." He sighs, getting up from the sofa. I know he doesn't want to do this, but Prim is my main concern right now. She's the one who'll more than likely be reaped this year, not Finnick.
*"^"*
Thirty minutes later, we're at the Tailors. Prim goes to talk to Dillon, who's father happens to own the tailors, while Peeta tells Dillon's Father, Mr. Cartwright, who was Delly's brother, what we want for Prim.
"A lemon yellow dress," Peeta requests. "with some small purple primroses sewn below the waist on the left side please, Marcus." Mr. Cartwright nods, and heads off to collect Prim.
"Peeta, I just realized that our daughter is in a relationship with your late best friend's nephew. Small District." I point out. He smiles, and nods in agreement. Marcus rejoins us a minute later, followed by a smiling Primrose.
"Enjoying yourself, are you?" Peeta smirks. Prim sticks out her tongue at him in response. Mr. Cartwright has some lemon yellow fabric, and is forming a dress around Prim before us. He has steady hands, and is as fast as lightning. The dress is fully shaped for Prim's body. He marks the fabric where he'll need to cut away, and before we know it, Prim is wearing a new dress. He sews six small purple Primroses below her waist on her left, per Peeta's requests. Prim is smiling from ear to ear. "Someone's happy." Finnick grumbles through a frown.
I scowl at him, and he grins sheepishly. I actually laugh at his reaction.
Soon after, we're free to go. Prim kisses Dillon goodbye, and we leave. "Katniss, can you imagine if we were together when we were twelve?" Peeta asks. I explode into a fit of laughter, and Prim sniggers. We arrive home in a good mood, as it should be.
A/N: Hi guys! I wrote just a small chapter as celebration, I'm starting boarding school today! Update SHOULD be next Sunday, but don't hold me to that. I'll update by next Sunday, promise! :) Please review :) Another shout-out to my friend Darkweepingtimeeater, for helping me with issues involving what Prim wears! Thanks!