Catching Fire: Peeta's Story....

Chapter 42:

Chapter 42:

I stand up and pull Katniss into me, "Do something good. Do....some archery, or make fishhooks, or..." Katniss cuts me off, "Or paint of picture of you?!" She says swaying back and fourth in my arms, I laugh, "No, I don't think that will go very well.." I say, placing my hands on the arch of her back, "HEY! You don't know how good I am!" I laugh, "Yes. For all we know, you could be better than me!" We laugh, I hear someone scuff and shuffle behind me. "I guess I better go... but really do something with archery, just don't shoot an apple this time."  She giggles, "OK. You should do something like.....paint a picture of...." She stops to think, but that gives me an idea,

"rue..." I whisper, in thought. "Holy Crap, YES! Do the picture of her laying in the grass after I surrounded her with the flowers.... it would mean alot to me...but be very precise with the flowers," Good God I love her! "You're perfect! Thank You!"

She smiles and lays her head into my cest, as the person behind me coughs, "oh, Peeta!"

"I will meet you right out here when I'm done, we can do this again and I can wish you luck, OK?" I say. "OK. I Love You, Peeta!" She says pulling tighter to me, "I Love You too, Kat!" We kiss then, we kiss as if I'm going into surgery and not coming back, "Mr. Mellark! You have exceeded your "good-bye" time, lets go!" I look at Katniss, "Sorry!" I give her one more kiss then head towards the door.

I walk in and look at the Gamemakers, they look----drunk. Great! "Hey! Yeah Heayyy! Down here! OK! My name is Peeta Mellark!" I introduce my self and get their attention. I look around for the paint, seeing only a bit left. Crap! I look around again and see an Avox! I go up to him and ask him if he can get me some more paint. He nods his head and leaves. He returns in 30 seconds with a box full of all brand new paint, and brushes of all different sizes! Wonderful.

I begin.

Working over my desired time, I'm sure. I begin to loose my self in what I'm doing. Forgetting where I am, forgetting about the Gamemakers, forgetting about me. And just letting go and working freely and swiftly, moving the brush and my hand as if they where one! Dipping and stroking. Dipping and stroking. Using every color possible! Making it as big as possible. Using all the space I can.

When I finish, I sign the bottom in permenent marker, so it won't come out. I stand, look at my work, then look at the Gamemakers. "Thank You for your time." I say, nodding my head, and walking towards the entrance rather than the exit, not listening to the person say that I'm going the wrong way.