"Oh. My. God!" Prim screamed from the den as I jumped up, closing my book and running toward her.

"What happened?!" I yelled worried, my eyes fixated on her gaping expression at the computer screen.

"There's an add to get a double date with Finnick Odair and Peeta Mellark!"

"Who are they?" I asked confused.
She turned toward me in the swivel chair with the dirtiest look on her face.

"My god Katniss! Have you been under a rock?!" She screeched.

"No, but I'm guessing they're famous?"
She nodded sarcastically as if telling me obviously.

"Finnick Odair, is THE hottest model in the world! He models for Sealick products! He's the one on TV who models with the net over him and the trident in his hand- I'd rip that net off if I-

"Ewwww! Prim, no! Gross! You are 18! He's in his early 20s ! You're too young anyways! And I prefer the net ON!

"Katniss, you have to admit, you could get lost in those eyes, those sea-green eyes! And Peeta Mellark?! He's like THE biggest actor EVER! His jawline! Ugh! He stars in tons of movies!"

"Ok, well how does this affect you?"

"Oh, it affects you too!"

"What are you talking about?"

"We're entering! DUH!"

"Priiimmm-"

"No whining, no ifs ands or butts! Except for maybe Finni-

"NO!"

"Oh, you baby! What's the chance we'd win anyways!"

"Alright, it couldn't cause any harm,"

"Yay!" She screamed.

"Would you use the inside voice?" I say using my hands as a demonstration to shut up.

"Fine, party pooper." She mutters.

"Oh, by the way, Prim, before you get back on the computer, could you fold the laundry please?"

"Ugh, I don't wanna."

"Please?"

"I don't really feel like it." She says mocking the old episode of Spongebob.

"I swear, your too lazy. If you don't help out I'll- I'll

"What you'll stutter at me?" She says grinning, poking fun.

"No far worse my friend," I say while hitting the wooden spoon I'm using to stir the pasta I'm cooking with against my hand evilly.

We laugh and she brings the basket of clean clothes toward the couch.

"Katniss, when was the last time you even talked to one of your friends other then Gale or Madge? Beetee? Johanna? Annie? Cato? Katniss, you need a social life."

"I know, but between work and-"

"Aw hell no!" She says throwing the shirt in her hands back down into the basket. "You know what comes after butt? Shit!"

" Primrose Willow Everdeen! Language!"

"Yeah yeah, whatever mom."

I roll my eyes and ignore her. I finish the pasta and continue cooking the rest of dinner.

"And if we were to win?" I ask.

"We would go on the date-DUH!"

"Alright," I agree serving the food and walking to the table with plates in hand.

"I still can't believe you can hold that much at once," says Prim.

"Well, being a waitress helps," I say, placing our food on the table in one swift fluid motion.

"True" she agrees quietly, while twirling her fork in the spaghetti and tasting the garlic bread.

"Mmm, it's really good Katniss."

"Thanks," I mutter as the phone next to me buzzes.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey, Catnip."

"Gale, I'm not weed for cats."

"Well isn't it Katpissyattitude Everdeen!"

"Haha."

He laughs and I'm sure he rolls his eyes. "Wanted to know if you wanted some coffee in the morning at The Brew, since it just opened."

"Sure,"

"Ok, see you there Catnip."

"Bye Gale."

"Bye.

I end the phone call and finish eating.