The Hunger Games - Raining Fire [[EDITING]]

Chapter 7

"Ooooh! What theme shall we have?!" Haymitch walks in, mimicks me with a high-pitched voice, even though I don't have a high voice.

"Shut up, Haymitch!" I yelled, whilst glaring and pushing him away when he reaches my hair and fiddles it. He then releases.

"Hahaha." Peeta laughs.

I mainly like it when Peeta strokes my hair, but I don't mind others. It's just one thing about Peeta which makes me feel more comfortable around him. I'm best friends with Gale and I don't even have it with him.

"How are you love birds getting on with your wedding, eh sweetheart? Bread boy?!" Haymitch asks. He's messing with us again.

"Well, our plans our well under way, we have a rough idea of the location but still thinking of the invites." I say. Peeta looks puzzled since he has no idea about where it's going to happen.

"Oh, and we are going shopping to look for clothing on Thursday." Peeta adds.

Haymitch comments, "That's good. It gives you enough time to get some money, since it's Monday."

"We were thinking of inviting you..." I began.

"Will there be alcohol?!" he asks quickly.

"Yeah..." answers Peeta

"Then I'm coming." Haymitch replies.

"You don't even know the details!" I say.

"I don't care!" he exclaims.

I shout, "Oh, Haymitch!" Everyone giggles.

I want him to come. He's always been there for us, he has been a true friend, so I guess he deserves some alcohol at the wedding and party, hopefully not enough to make him too drunk, or drunk at all!

"So, we should invite our familes, of course." says Peeta.

"Yep, and Greasy Sae, Annie, Effie, Haymitch, Johanna (though I'm not so keen), Gale-"

"Really?" Peeta yells, "Gale?!!"

"Maybe he isn't the best person, but let's invite him anyway!" I explained.

I carry on writing the rest of the people we want to invite.

"What day should it be?" Peeta asks.

"I dunno...uuh, Wednesday?" I answer, still unsure.

"No, I hate Wednesdays!" he shouts.

"OK...Tuesday." I suggest.

"Perfect." Peeta says.

"I love you. I've been waiting for me to officially meet you for years! When I finally did, I was happy and grateful." Peeta whispers.

"You love me to bits. Right...?!" Peeta asks. Obviously I do so I wonder why he is asking. Maybe I don't express my love to him as often as he does.

"Right. I do." I say, reassuringly. Luckily, he believes me. I don't want to lecture him or convince him, I just want him to know and to believe me straight away.