Catching Fire (Peeta's P.O.V.)

Chapter Five

 Note from the writter; You so hate me so much since it took me forever to post it, right? Sorry!! Okay anywho not the best towards the end because I was rushing this. Party rock friday, partied hard, drank too much crazy juice, and I was about to crash. ALSO cut out the annoying comments. The "Write MOre!" and stuff is good. But the correcting my writting is quite obnoxious and I'd appriciate if you just knock it off. THANKS!! (: Here it is.

Chapter Five

Even if it’s just for the moment. I let myself live the illusion. I let myself be silly and believe that Katniss really loves me. That we are really engaged, because she wants to spend forever with me, not because people will die if she doesn’t. For that one moment I let myself be a little kid again and pretend something that is nearly in possible, is the reality I’m living in.

There’s cheering and screaming and all kinds of other noises that blend together since there’s so much of them. Katniss looks bold and confident and is smiling with a smile that looks like she’s trying to push it off her face, but she just cant- which seriously helps me live out my illusion.

The President Snow quiets the audience. You can see that everyone respects him more than other people who have tried to tame a wild crowd, because they actually shut up.

“What do you think about us throwing them a wedding right here in the Capitol?” He addresses Katniss.

“Did you have a date in mind by any chance?” Asks Ceaser.

“Oh, before we set a date, we better clear it with Katniss’s mother,” He says.

The audience laughs, but only for a respectful period of time. Snow puts an arm around Katniss, which kind of screws with my illusion and bugs me, but it’s not like there’s anything I can do to stop it.

“Maybe if the whole country puts its mind to it, we can get you married before you’re thirty,” He jokes lightly.

I have to give the guy credit, he’s a good actor. Good at manipulating the crowd.

“You’ll probably have to pass a new law,” Katniss says, giggle like the type of girl she is anything but.

“If that’s what it takes,” Snow says.

The people of the Capitol are as nearly addicted to meaningless parting as Haymitch is to excessive drinking. And I can say that with no doubt.

There is a party held in our honor at President Snow’s extravagant mansion. And if I were a blood thirsty, party-loving, Capitol psychopath, I would go totally insane at the sight of this party. But I am a Capitol-hating, 1 legged, Hunger Games victor from District 12. And to be quite honest I feel like I could drop dead on the spot.

The place is seriously overdone for a party like this one. I love the decorating. Little coy pond with couches around them and small gardens in the room. But at this party everyone’s dancing and there’s food everywhere. It’s a little repulsive though, seeing all these people being provided all this food, while a majority of the country is staving. I look to Katniss, thinking she’s probably more repulsed than me, since the only time I’ve ever been starving was in the arena. And not even part of the time then. Whereas she has spent most of her life starving. But she is taking in the beauty of the place and then taking in all the different food. Then she turns to me, eyes large with amusement, but something else too,

“I want to taste everything in the room,” She says.

I try to read her expression, but she fixes it so fast I don’t have a chance.