Effie's Diary

The New Diary

Chapter 9
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Effie POV:

I woke up on the cold floor in my father's study with a black eye. The intruder knocked me out, then stole my mother's jewelry she had was when she was alive. My father came back from his trip a day early, after hearing about the robbery. I still remember when he entered the house, seeing my eye and cursing the intruder out, "Fuck it! My life has been a fucking mess since your mother died, and all I ask for is a little remorse! " It had been a bad turn of events.

Waking up to the warmth of the sunshine entering my room from the window gave me a sense of hope for the day. I don't even remember if my nightmare was real- was it a memory? Shaking my head, I shrug it off. I'll think later.

Stretching, I get up and decide to wash my face. When I look up at the mirror, I see the dried tears and makeup scattered all over my face. I barely remember last night, the hazy feeling of embarrassment and-

My heart drops to my stomach-

Love.

Okay, so I do like him, but love? Maybe. Possibly. In a way. Yes. No.

New feelings flood my thoughts like a river against a small boulder. Questions pop up in my mind all day.

What does he think of me? Does he like me? Does he think I'm pretty? Does he hate me? What's going to happen now? Where am I going to go?

Stop, I tell my mind. You sound like a young child.

Focusing was the first thing I wanted to do, but still the last.

I want to do him, my mind says. A small smile forms at the funny thought.

Is this how he always thinks? All I can do is smile, thinking of his classic sense of humor.

Haymitch POV:

After setting down the phone, I just grin. Effie liking me? Hilarious.

I wonder if she liked me back when I was a tribute in the games, maybe she even rooted for me and had a poster on her wall, her Capitol curls bouncing around as young Effie gawked and squealed about me.

Do I like Effie? Yes. But in the way she likes- no, sorry, loves me, would be a no. Or soon to be determined. Seeing her again might be weird, but hey, I am irresistible after all.

I decide to go talk to the kids about this love idea, they ought to know something.

Katniss POV:

I hear a knock on the door, and shortly after that it swings open. Instantly, I know who it is, and I'm genuinely surprised he learned some type of manner. Haymitch enters the living room and sits down, small flask in his hand.

"What do you want?" I ask.
"Advice..." he says loosely.
"On?"
"Effie."

I smirk, knowing I could really help him.

"So now I'm your mentor?"
"Yup. Seems so."
"Alright, what happened?"
"I called her and sorta teased her," he says half-heartedly.
"You should meet up with her, you must've made her really upset, you know she's sensitive on that subject."
"I know, but that's how I deal with things. Other than alcohol."
"Are you attracted to her?" I say quickly.

"Not sure, but do you think she liked me as a child?"
"Well, you were such a stud," I say jokingly.
"I know right."
"You two could really hit it off. Why not give it a try?"
"I guess I could. You make the plans, I'm going to down some more of this," he says holding up his flask.

"You could stop drinking, you know..." I say quietly.

"No, kid, that's not easy. But, thanks I guess. Get that woman over here though, I want to talk to her, maybe get a few drinks..." he says, walking out the door.

The door slams and I stand there, knowing that he might actually be thinking about this, considering it. Peeta wraps his arms around me from behind, and I smile and look down at my stomach. Who will my baby fall in love with? Their kid?

A funny thought, Haymitch and Effie raising a child. Effie screaming at every mess, Haymitch laughing at her, being the child's best friend, encouraging him or her to mess with her. Now that would be fun.