Dear Madge

Author:Drew Demeter

Pairings:Madge/Gale

Rating:K+, nothing too graphic

Summary:"It was a typical love story"

Warnings:extreme love cuteness

Disclaimer:don't own the characters or the setting. Yes, unfortunately my body-swapping machine isn't perfected yet :)

A/N: COMPLETELY AU. MJ never existed.

Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this random one-shot that popped into my head. I sure enjoyed writing it!

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It was a typical love story.

Boy meets girl.

Boy goes on first date with girl.

Boy falls in love with girl.

And, of course, boy doesn't know how to express how he feels.

So, taking the advice of his hunting partner's husband, he decides to put his thoughts on paper.

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Dear Madge,

Roses are read

Violets are blue

I want to marry you

So please say yes…

Scrap and start over.

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Dear Madge,

Poetry really is not my thing,

But that damn baker said it's romantic (he also suggested I sing, but we both know that wouldn't turn out well)

So yeah, I can't rhyme,

And it's a HUGE waste of my time

And basically, roses are red and violets are blue

And blah blah blah…

After much scrutiny, the baker and the huntsman decide that poetry is not the best approach.

So they try cute, sappy, little letters next.

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Dear Madge,

Your hair is the color of… um… yellow. And gold. And sunset, kind of.

Your eyes are, well, blue. Like ponds and the sky when there aren't any clouds.

And you remind me of a cute little squirrel, scampering in the woods. Too bad they always end up on the table…

Anyway, will you marry me?

Love, Gale

It becomes obvious fairly quickly that hunters don't do sappy.

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They try the protective approach:

Dear Madge,

I want to keep you safe and shielded from the world,

And never let you out of my sight…

And the funny approach:

Dear Madge,

I want to have to put up with you for the rest of our lives,

I mean, seriously, who wouldn't want a hyperactive, sassy blond bossing them around all the time?

(But hunters aren't particularly funny either)

Finally, as a last resort, they decide to use the honest, nice guy tactic (the ladies always fall for that one).

So the nervous huntsman sits in the baker's kitchen, pouring out his inner feelings onto a sheet of white paper. Since he isn't the type to keep a diary, it's harder than he expected.

Dear Madge,

Dear Madge,

Dear Madge,

And it goes on and on until sunrise, when, under careful watch by the baker, he writes something that won't damage his reputation or send his lover running away screaming for help.

Dear Madge,

You know I'm not really a talkative guy, so I decided (with the help of Peeta) that writing down my thoughts was a good plan. We thought maybe, it would be easier to tell you how I feel.

Boy, we screwed up.

So far, I've written embarrassing poems and sappy love letters (like the ones Peeta writes) among other things, but none of those tactics seemed to be working. So here, in this letter, is the honest truth:

I think you're amazing. That's the one word I would use to describe you. If I had more words, I would also include beautiful, fun, courageous, independent, and everything a guy could ever want. All I have to say is, I'm lucky to have you. You make my life complete, and I want to spend the rest of it with you.

So, here is the big question: Will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?

Love always, Gale

When Peeta read over the letter later that day, he wondered where the Gale he knew had gone.

The End

(P.S. Madge said yes!)

A/N: please review!