Author's Note

So I think I'm going to try something new this time... I've been thinking about this for months, but I just didn't have the energy to get my lazy ass in front of my computer screen. But here I am!

So, what will be new this time? Instead of my usual Suite Life stories, I'm going to write about... *drumroll please* THE HUNGER GAMES! I lay on my bed at night fantasizing about Katniss and Peeta and wondering what if... what if...

What if I did a plot twist?

So here's my dreams turned into (dull) words by yours truly.

Some of the parts may not fit perfectly, but I'm trying to make this flow as smoothly as possible, please forgive me if it seems confusing, I try reading it over so it makes sense, but since I planned the story, I know what going on in my own mind, but you don't and really, I'm trying hard to make this flow as smoothly as I can.

Read the Hunger Games, Catching Fire and finally Mockingjay, but stop right when she says, "Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway."

Dandelion or Fire?

Katniss' Point Of View

Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway.

But something feels... wrong. My hunger for his... love... was just wrong. He was like my medication. Morphine. I shake my head, trying to push the thought out of my head. But it was impossible. So why try to deny it? The only reason I wanted this boy was because I know that... I would never lose him ever again. No, he was always here. Unlike Gale. Always disappearing. I imagine Gale moving so swiftly through the woods. How he could disapear in a matter of seconds... He was just so easy to lose. So easy to slip away from me... But Peeta... he would always be here for me... he would never leave me... he... he would die for me, I would do the same too, but would Gale? Would Gale risk his life to save mine? The way Peeta had? No, he would make sure I lived, but... then what?

I imagine Gale moving through the woods again... I close my eyes and feel the peacefulness flood through me. I'm thrown back when I was twelve and he was fourteen. I see myself inspecting his snare, the first time I've ever heard his voice... Us working a team... Friends... Hunting... but suddenly, the setting is different. We're deep in the woods, our arrows drawn. I'm behind him. He takes the lead... And suddenly, I see that his bow is lifted and the next thing I know, I hear the whizz of the arrow shooting through the wind and hitting its target. What follows is familiar to the both of us - the helpless cry of the deer - but somehow, this time, it startles me.

The helpless cry... echoes through the walls in my head and images of Prim flash through my head. I start gasping for air and I have to grab the end of the kitchen table to snap back to reality. I remind myself that everything is over, but suddenly, I see the biggest difference between Gale and Peeta. I have never made a comparison between Gale and Peeta during the Games because I knew it wasn't fair to judge them on two different situations, but... this. The fact the Gale - and I - could kill an innocent animal just to make sure there's food on the table for our families... is what differentiates us from Peeta. What differentiates Peeta from Gale...

Gale and I have been through the same things - the tough times - when both our fathers were killed in the mine explosion. But Peeta and I... what do we have in common? The fact that we would risk our lives - without doubt - to protect each other.

Peeta is like a dandelion, in a way. The way the dandelion relies on the wind to be dispersed... is like, him having me find him at the lake and bring him back to life - because honestly, there was no way he could have outlasted the others in that rotting bank. I'm the wind. Without wind, there is zero chances of the dandelion being dispersed. The dandelion is totally reliant on the wind. I'm not saying Peeta is weak, but the fact that he was the baker's son and that he always had enough to eat and never starved a day in his life - unlike Gale and I.

Gale is like fire, all it needs is a spark to start the inferno. Kindled age and hatred, yes, but totally strong, destructive... burning anything in its way. Definitely the kind who would start his own uprising against the Capitol as long as he has the spark. Me, I'm the spark. I imagined how things would have turned out if it was me and Gale who were in the Games, instead of Peeta... Maybe I would have died. Or maybe Gale. One of us would be victor. One of us would caring for both families. But this scenario could also have happened if I hadn't held out those berries...

These thoughts confused me and caused an aching in my heart... I didn't know what to think... I see the note Gale had told Haymitch to leave in my house. I picked it up, read it over again, wondering what I should tell him.

"Hey Catnip. I'm over at District 2 right now, working my ass off. But I'm writing this for an answer from you. I don't expect you to reply me immediately, but, think about it and call me. I'll be waiting for your call."

The note was short, but Gale had never been one to beat around the bush.

Even though he didn't mention the question, I know perfectly well what the question was: Gale or Peeta?

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