Gummy Bear Kisses

Chapter Sixteen

*one month later*

Peeta has adjusted surprisingly well to London. He always asks me where I'm going and if it's possible that he can go too. I always say, "Of course." because he's my body guard and boyfriend. I need him either way so he comes along. I plop down on the couch, well, more specifically on Peeta. He wraps his arms around me. "Hey, Babe," he greets.

"Hey." He kisses my cheek right as the doorbell rings. Boggs walks past us to the door. "Thank you, Boggs!" Effie comes into the room with a woman that looks about the same age as me. She has blonde hair and blue eyes, just like Peeta does, except her hair is in a bun with loose curls out that frame her face. She looks like she could possible be a model. More specifically a Victoria's Secret model. "Good afternoon, Katniss and Peeta," Effie says happily. "Good afternoon," we say in unison. "Oh, I bet you're wondering who this young lady is, right?" I nod. "Well, this is my new assistant, Delly Cartwright. I felt as though with the hassle of keeping you organized and on schedule and keeping myself the same was becoming a little...stressful. So I hired Delly. She's fluent in several languages, she used to be a fashion critic, she was also a model at a young age so, Katniss, you may need to take notes from her." I roll my eyes before standing up and shaking Delly's hand. "Hi, Delly Cartwright," she smiles. "Katniss Everdeen," I reply. She doesn't sound very British. "Are you American?"

"My father is. My mother's actually Swedish and he persuaded her to go to America with him, which is where I was born and raised until the age of thirteen. I then moved to Paris after a French modeling agency had seen my pictures and wanted me to become a model. After I had done a couple of magazines and fashion shows, my parents found that my career was affecting their marriage, so they split up, my mother leaving with me to come here."

"Okay, then," I say after she finishes. Really and truly, I didn't need her whole life story, but I guess it's good to know. Peeta gets up next and shakes her hand. When he does so, I get this twinge of jealousy and the instinct to protect him in my system. I mean, there's no way that I'm going to let this blonde take my blonde. He smiles. "I'm Peeta."

"Delly." I wait for him to add the fact that he's my boyfriend, but he never does. If he doesn't say it, why should I? I want to say he's mine, but if he doesn't state it, it's technically not even relevant. Delly lets go of his hand and I get this small sense of relief. "Alright, so the reason Delly and I are here is because she helped me organize a surprise for you, Katniss."

"And that would be?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. "You'll see, Delly, lead them to the car." I grab my bag that has my keys, sunglasses, wallet, gummy bear duct tape covered notebook, pens, and gum in it. Delly leads us to the car, her and Peeta having a small conversation, pretty much throwing me out like a piece of trash. "So you're half Swedish?"

"Yes."

"Can you speak Swedish?" He asks. "Yes, I'll say a whole sentence for you if you'd like."

"Alright," he grins. "Jag tror att din flickvän, Katniss, är lite avundsjuk just nu. Säg inte att jag sa det." What did she just say about me?! She beckons for Peeta to come closer, which he does. She whispers something in his ear and he laughs. Alright, one of us is sleeping on the couch tonight and it's not going to be me. I roll my eyes and go to the car, which is where Haymitch is. "Since Delly is smaller, we can put her in the middle-"

"Oh no we're not," I object, climbing over Delly and squeezing in the middle. "Katniss, you have more hips than Delly does, you're probably going to injure the dear girl," Effie says once she gets to the car. Did she just call me fat? I groan and switch with her. She thanks me before going back to talking to Peeta. He talks back of course. He talks exactly as if he's talking to me, and I'm not liking it one bit.