The Boy from my Dream

Chapter 5

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The whole time I'm sitting there Peeta never comes back. Maybe he did get Haymitch to agree to help us. Or maybe he's hurt! I don't know what to do. I'm afraid that if I leave this car something bad will happen but how long am I supposed to sit here for? And what if Peeta is hurt? 

I get up out of my seat and walk timidly towards the door trying not too make too much noise. I don't even know how to open it. There's no handle. Is that so we can't get out? But Peeta managed to escape. 

I notice a button on the side of the door. Right! You push it and it swooshes open. I don't see how that's better than a handle but I guess in the Capital's eyes it's more convinient. 

I go to push it but before I can the door opens before me. I'm taken aback and I let out a little yelp. But the face I see is not a monster... well at least not technecly, but instead is Effie.

"Oh! Nicholina I did not see you there." she says holding onto her chest in a dramatic way.

"It's Nikki." I say quite rudley.

"Oh pish posh! Patatoe patahtoe my darling." she says. I roll my eyes and she continues. "I was just coming to show you to your room.

Effie walks me down the hall. Still no sign of Peeta. Finally we reach a side door and Effie stops. "Here is when you'll be staying!" she says. She makes it sound like I'm on vacation and this is my hotel room. 

She pushes the button and the door opens. The room in front of me is big and i mean BIG. Gold carpet lines the floor and on top of this rug is a huge bed with a plush comferter and tons of pillows. There are two windows on one wall and navy curtians frame the outside world. A big closet is in the far corner and I can see clothes are hung on wire hangers. 

"Well I'll let you freshen up for a bit! Bathrooms right through that door." Effies says pointing to another button manual door. 

She leaves the room and I push the button to the bathroom. Pretty soft pink tiles lay on the floor. There's a silver sink on a marble counter and above it a grand mirror lined with lights. 

The thing that impresses me the most about this room is the shower. It's about 10 feet tall and 7 feet wide both ways. I strip out of my clothes and walk inside it. It's Bigger than my closet at home. On one wall are a bunch of diffrent buttons that adjust tempature, pressure, and smell.

I hit the first button and steaming hot water pours out of the nozzle above. I start to freak out. I've never taken a shower before and didn't know what to expect. Quickly I press another random button. The tempature stays the same except this time it comes down harder. 

I'm screaming at this point but the shower is so loud noone can hear. Finally after two more buttons the tempature cools down 20 degrees. 

I sigh in releif. Finally I'm calm enough to read the labels on the buttons. For a while i'm testing out pressures from a light mist to a hard downpour. Then i start to play with the shampoos. First, honey, then sea breeze and last strawberry. I put on a few squirts of mago conditioner and finish up with cocoa butter body wash. 

By the time i'm finished I realize it's been a half an hour. I step out of the shower and can barley see through the steam. The smell of diffrent fragrances dance around the room and cause my head to spin. I grab two white cotton towels and wrap one around my head and the other around my body.

I stumble out of the bathroom and into my room shutting the door tightly behind me before I faint from the aromas. I walk over to the closet and inspect the clothes. I see a bunch of crazy dresses and pant suits and wonder what the heck goes on in the Capital's mind to think they look good?

After browsing a few ridiculous outfits I settle for a pair of dark wash jeans and a neon pink t-shirt, the plainest in the closet. I look in the mirror and study myself. The jeans hug my legs but not in an uncomfterble way. The t-shirt is a size too big but still comfy. The color of it makes my skin look tanner than usual. 

I unwrap my hair from the towel and don't bother to do anything to it. I walk over to a vanity with a mirror and look at the table. It has makeup, makeup, and more makeup. Never before have I put on makeup so I vote against trying to expirement with it.

Suddenly I hear a know on the door. I don't even have to ask who it is, I already know. "Nicholina darling dinner has been served."

I roll my eyes. Must she call me by my first name? I walk to the door and open it revealing Effie on the other side.

"My!" she says. "Don't you look.." she pauses looking me up and down. "Humble." she says with a polite smile. I raise my eyebrows. What did she excpect? A model to show up to dinner?

We walk down the hall into the dinning car. On the table replacing the drinks and desserts from earlier are plates of different meats and sides and big bowls of stews. The warm smell of the food before me makes my mouth water. At home we had enough food to feed our family but none of it was this delicious looking.

Sitting at the table is Haymitch with, shoker, a drink in one hand. Across from him is peeta wearing outrageous puffy blue pants and an obnoxious yellow t shirt. He looks up acknoledging me and I give him a skeptical look. I want to ask him so many things, Where did he go, did he speak to Haymitch, what is with the outfit.

I take a seat next to Peeta and start filling my plate with meats and veggies and fruits and stews. 

"Hey nikki." Peeta says. "You um.. smell uh.." he says searching for the right words. "fragrant."

I let out a little laugh. "Thanks I kinda went a little overboard with the shower." I reply.

"Well as you can see" he says motioning to his outfit. "I'm lost without my mom picking out my outfits." he says smiling that amazing Peeta smile.

I giggle a little too despratley. I just can't help it! He's so charming and he doesn't even have to try! I mean I'm good with people but not like he is. Everything he says comes naturaly and with confidence and truth. Me however, I try to be someone I'm not to please everyone else. The nikki most people know is not the real me.

The rest of dinner is filled with small talk and awkward silences. No one has mentioned anything about the Games obviously thinking it's a sore subject for Peeta and I. I manage to scarf down two plates of food and a piece of rich cake. By the time I'm done I feel 100 pounds heavier.

After everyone's done we say our good nights and head to our rooms. My sleep is filled with awful nightmares of Hunger Games and monsters and cruel Capital people. The whole time that cloud of fire never comes to take me away from this torture. 

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 on the side is a pic of the fire nikki refers to