Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games nor do I own the song this is named after

Warnings: Vague mention of sex

I can't say that this will be an actual ongoing story, but I think I have an idea for it. I'm going to take moments that would be important to Gadge, and just write them. I can make no promises on when the next chapter will be. I also don't know if it will take place before or after this. For the sake of right now, we'll say that things will go in chronological order. My main story is a Charlie Weasley fanfiction named C'Mon.. Go check it out! Please review, and in your review mention any particular momnts that you would like me to write a Gadge story for.

"She's coming home!" Gale shouted, pulling Madge into a bone crushing hug and lifting her off the floor. He spun her around a couple of times, and when he put her back down, there were tears of joy in his eyes. "She's coming home. She's coming home. She's coming home," he repeated this mantra under his breath.

"I knew that she would," Madge asserted, finding her face wet with her own tears. She had started crying much earlier, but didn't notice until this moment.

Gale wasn't listening to her. He was staring at the television as Katniss was pulled into the hover craft. Even after she was out of view of the cameras and the Capitol symbol appeared in place of the arena, Gale continued to be entranced by the screen.

Madge slowly walked up next to him and slipped her hand into his. His rough, calloused hand was the perfect size to completely envelop her infinitesimal one. He gently rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, and hummed a little tune to himself. Madge recognized it as a song that she had often heard Katniss and Gale singing on their way to The Hob.

"Just like that," Madge laughed bitterly, "things go back to exactly how they were." Gale suddenly turned to her and grabbed her shoulders. He looked apologetically into her eyes.

"Oh, Madge," he whispered.

"No," she protested. "Just go. It doesn't matter. I expected this." Gale sighed and took her left cheek in his hand and rubbed away a tear.

"Aren't you even a little happy that your best friend is coming home?" Gale asked a little irritated.

"Of course I am!" Madge yelled, pushing his strong arms away. "I just kind of hoped that after all this time that we've spent together – after everything I've given you – you would care about me enough to not just blow me off." Gale rolled his eyes.

"You said that you saw this coming!" he demanded.

"That doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt," Madge choked. Gale's heart clenched at seeing Madge cry, but he knew that staying with her would be a lie. He was in love with Katniss. Until he was certain that she was in love with Peeta, he would follow her to the ends of the earth.

"Should I go?" he asked. Madge nodded in response. She didn't want him to try and comfort her. She knew that no good would come of it. He was started out the door of her house when she spoke again.

"Gale?" she called.

"Yes."

"Don't tell Katniss that I lost my virginity to you. Don't even tell her that we were seeing each other. Just don't tell her anything," she implored. Gale nodded in agreement.

"I wouldn't dream of it. It's our secret to the grave," he vowed. With that, he ducked out the door.