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So, this is me and my friend roleplaying a GaleXPeeta scene, and with her permission I've made it into a fanfiction for you to read! Please don't judge about Roleplaying. We see it as another form of writing stories, and it's really fun. I've left in the names of our characters above our own paragraph, so you know which is which, and if you want to add us on facebook, you can!
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Lily Joanne Potter. xxx
Chapter 1
Peeta's Puttinga Buninthe Oven-Mellark
The forest was a unknown place to Peeta, but he had agreed to meet Gale here. It was the only place that was private enough to talk properly. Ever since the games, Peeta had been a little different, just like any other tribute that had survived. For once, he was glad that he could do what he wanted. So, trying ever so carefully not to scare away the game, Peeta waited in the forest, looking around to spot the hunter. He was tempted to call out, but the forest was so vast Gale wouldn't hear him.
Gail A. Hawthorne
They should have decided on a meeting place. The only reason Gale hadn't done so was because he didn't think Peeta would turn up. Thinking that the baker's son knew his way around the forest was also hopeful thinking. As he hunted he made sure to track as much of the area as possible. Coming to a stop as he sees Peeta wandering the forest alone. He smiles to himself and steps over, treading lightly. "Hey, I didn't think you'd turn up."
Peeta's Puttinga Buninthe Oven-Mellark
Turning on the spot, with a small smile, Peeta met Gale's eyes. "It's a good thing you found me," He admitted, chuckling "I have no idea where I am." Looking around, he tried to familiarise himself with the place where they stood. Everything looked the same. "Of course I'd turn up, just next time, let's arrange a more suitable place." Peeta smirked cheekily, walking towards Gale to meet him properly.
Gail A. Hawthorne
"Anyone could have found you," Gale's eyes light up with amusement, "You're so loud you'd have to be deaf to miss." He was partly teasing but there was a truth behind every joke. Stepping closer he continued to breach the space between them. "And where do you think..." He asked, his voice dropping into a quiet murmur, "is a more suitable place for us?"
Peeta's Puttinga Buninthe Oven-Mellark
Peeta laughed at his teasing and shook his head. "I'm just a baker's boy. Not a hunter." Something about Gale was confusing Peeta, as he took another step forward, a small grin forming on his lips. He too, dropped his voice. "I'm not sure, but I'm open for suggestions."
Gail A. Hawthorne
"I'll consider things to suggest." Gale's voice was husky. He cleared his throat and glanced away from Peeta, the bushes appearing to be more interesting. "So I don't quite remember why we're meeting here..."
Peeta's Puttinga Buninthe Oven-Mellark
"I... wanted to talk to you." The slight pause was Peeta's voice hitching, and he smiled when Gale couldn't meet him in the eyes. He shuffled a little closer, as close as he dared. "About... about things."
Gail A. Hawthorne
After hearing Peeta shift in closer, Gale looked up, his eyes meeting Peeta's for a brief second. Then he looked away again, his eyes meeting the top of Peeta's brow, his hair, his cheek, his lips. "Ok. I'll let you talk first?" He sounded unsure, confused why he was so nervous and wiped the palm of his hands on his thighs.
Peeta's Puttinga Buninthe Oven-Mellark
Peeta slightly bit his lip, a small blush appearing on his cheeks. Truth was, Peeta didn't want to talk, but he couldn't tell Gale that. Instead, he cleared his throat. "I'm confused. I thought... things. When I'm with Katniss. I think things. Things that she wouldn't like, things that she wouldn't agree with. But maybe, someone else would." Normally he was good with words, but right now his brain had shut off, and his thoughts were clumsy. "Do you understand?"
Gail A. Hawthorne
Instinctively one of Gale's eyebrows raised. "I don't quite understand, no." He admitted, meeting Peeta's gaze for a time before looking at the spot over his shoulder. This all seemed so unusual - so unlike Peeta.
Peeta's Puttinga Buninthe Oven-Mellark
There was still time to make something up, or even run away, but Peeta pressed on. "Well, something's not right, with Kat. No, not Kat. Me. I've... changed. I guess..." He huffed out, finding it difficult to admit something so huge. "I guess I don't love her in that way anymore, I love her in a different way. Now... I like someone else." Peeta's eyes flickered back to Gale. "Do you understand now?" He gave a shaky, nervous laugh.
Gail A. Hawthorne
Very slowly Gale nodded his head, registering the news. His jaw gritted together as it processed. Peeta didn't love Kat anymore, oh, but he was certain Kat loved Peeta. "So you're going to break her heart?" His voice ran emotionless, not sure how he feels about this. Worried for his best friend and intrigued about why Peeta was telling him this. "You didn't come to me with this so I could tell her, did you? Because I won't."
Peeta's Puttinga Buninthe Oven-Mellark
Peeta hung his head. Gale was right. Now that they were finally together, was Peeta prepared to break her heart? Or was he breaking it more denying his true feelings and lying to her? "No, Gale, I would never make you do that." His eyes pleaded to Gale. He still didn't understand! And he wasn't going to, unless Peeta did something about it. "I... I'm... I don't just like... girls." There, he'd said it, but he didn't feel any better. Maybe Gale would run away screaming, maybe that would be best.
Gail A. Hawthorne
Gale's eyes widened. All he could do in this situation was make a joke, at Kat's expense. What were best friends for? "You've not been with her long and she's turned you already?" He laughed even though it wasn't funny. It was a nervous laugh as his eyes met Peeta's. "So why are you telling me this?" Admittedly he was very slow on the uptake.
Peeta's Puttinga Buninthe Oven-Mellark
Even though Peeta didn't feel like laughing, he did, but after he felt sick. "Because... because." Not finishing his sentence could've been a mistake, but Peeta left it. He couldn't believe Gale didn't understand. He was so sure that he was like him. It was the only reason why Peeta had plucked up the courage to ask to meet Gale.
Gail A. Hawthorne
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Gale winked, seeing that Peeta was being shy. He didn't know why but the news was like music to his ears. It was strange. He had thought that the only time he'd want to hear that was so Peeta wouldn't want Kat whilst Gale did. Except now he wasn't sure, who had he really been jealous of?
Peeta's Puttinga Buninthe Oven-Mellark
"Because..." He breathed heavily and slowly, and looked up to Gale into his eyes. "Because it's you..." The sentence barely reached his own ears, and now Peeta was hoping he hadn't heard him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked to meet you." Shaking his head, Peeta looked away, ready to leave when he realised he had no idea where to go.
Gail A. Hawthorne
Gale's breath hitched in the back of his throat. Had he heard him right? Surely he couldn't have. As Peeta turned to leave, Gale grabbed his arm, his eyes searching for Peeta's. For a moment he was silent then said all he knew what to in this situation. "That's not the way out. Unless you were looking to go deeper into the forest then go ahead."
Peeta's Puttinga Buninthe Oven-Mellark
Gale didn't send him away. Well it was a good start. "I'm not trying to leave. Unless you want me to." They were both playing a dangerous and confusing game, and Peeta didn't know what to do. He suddenly realised he was staring at Gale, not having said anything for a few minutes. The hand on his arm now felt a lot heavier, and Peeta directed his eyes down to his arm where Gale's hand sat.
Gail A. Hawthorne
When Peeta's gaze directed to Gale's hand, Gale realised he was still holding on to him. He let go, dropping his hand back down to his side. "Sorry." He cleared his throat, shifting his stance. "I don't want you to leave."
Peeta's Puttinga Buninthe Oven-Mellark
"Then I'm not going anywhere." Peeta's eyes darted back up to Gale, and he smiled softly. Gale hadn't reacted, and Peeta needed to know if he had hear him or not. Sighing, his smile faded. "I guess you hate me now, right? Being... different. I understand if you don't want to talk to me again..."