Hey this is my first story so hopefully it won't be too bad lol. It's Hunger Games, Katniss POV. I liked the
Scene in the closet with Gale and Katniss in Mockingjay, but I think it could have gone farther, so here
It is!
I end up in the supply closet, curling up next to the boxes.
"You're really alive," I whisper into the shadows, hoping Peeta can hear me. "Not only alive, but healthy," speaking my thoughts aloud. Right now I don't care if he is a traitor, I want him here.
My thoughts are interrupted by a person coming into the closet. It is Gale. He shuts the door and slides down beside me, his nose bleeding a little.
"What happened?" I ask.
"I Got in Boggs way." He replies, shrugging. I try to use my sleeve to wipe his nose. He winces, so I pat it instead of wipe it. "Who is he?"
"Oh, he's Coin's right hand lackey. The one who grabbed your arm." He pushes my hand away. "Quit it! You'll bleed me to death." His nosebleed turns to a steady stream. I give up trying to stop the bleed. "You fought with Boggs?"
"No, just blocked the doorway when he tried to follow you. His elbow hit me in the nose," says Gale.
"They'll probably punish you," I say.
"Already did," he says, holding up his wrist. I stare at it incomprehensibly. "Coin took my communicuff."
I bite my lip, trying to stay serious. But it is so ridiculous. "I'm sorry, Soldier Gale Hawthorne."
"Don't be, Soldier Katniss Everdeen." We burst out laughing.
When I stop laughing and manage to put my serious face back on, I ask "So, what are we going to do?"
"Well, the question is, what are you going to do?" Gale answers.
There it is. The question I could never quite figure out, the question that was eating me away, the one that has only one answer. The more I think about it, the more the fog clouds my mind. I start to recite again in my head. I am Katniss Everdeen. I live in District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I won. I am part of a rebellion. I may be Mockingjay.
I feel like I am forgetting something from the list, when it dawns on me. Him sitting here, I realize what was missing.
I love Gale.
This time it is me who initiates the kiss. I flip and turn his face towards mine. I stare at him for a second, then lean forward to capture his lips. He smells like oranges and cinnamon. He caresses my cheek. I hold him a second longer, then slowly pull away. Opening my eyes, I see my face reflecting in his eyes.
"Lucky my nose stop bleeding."Gale says. I laugh. "You never answered my question." he says, smirking.
I sigh, then say. "I'm going to be Mockingjay."
Well, there it is. Please review, this is my first one too. Thanks for reading!