This is how i think Gale would approach Peeta to see how he felt about Katniss. I don't own the Hunger Games! i hope you like it!
I had to know. It was now or never. If it was true, I would know and she would be gone forever. Not really in the literal sense, but I would know that I could never have her for myself. He was sitting on his porch, painting a picture of what looked like the bright yellow flowers in the Meadow. "Peeta." I say. He jumps. "Oh, Gale I didn't see you there. How are you?" "I'm fine." I say, stepping onto the porch. I lean up against the pillar holding up the sloping roof. "Is that the Meadow?" I ask, eyeing the elaborate yellow and green smeared painting. "This? Oh yea. Katniss told me a little about it when I was still injured." Always goes back to Katniss. I'm not going to live through this. But I can at least fight all the way to the end.
"Have you talked since then?" I stared off into the distance, up where the woods were. Those woods were basically my second home. Katniss and I had spent so much time there together. That's where we had met. Basically our entire history is contained in those woods. It seemed as though all of those memories were playing in my head in a stream as I sat there, watching the boy Katniss thought she loved.
"So, what else have you painted?" He thinks for a minute. "Well, a variety of things; The Cornucopia from the games, the Capitol, some of the tributes, oh, and one of Katniss." How did I know? "Really, what does it look like?" He smiles. "It's her in the woods in the arena. It was when she was hunting. I tried to capture her face, the way she stands so straight, nothing out of place, always so focused. I think it looks good. I've been working on it for a while. I was going to give it to her as a present, I just wasn't sure when yet." Really? He paints her, he gives her the painting, and he does everything. I just can't win here! "Well, I think she will love it." I said this with an air of coldness in my voice. I could just see the grass frosting over. He knew it too. "Look Gale, this isn't easy for me, this whole Hunger Games champion, star-crossed lovers thing. I know how close you two are, I can tell. She's even told me how close you two are. I can't help what's happened. It's just how I feel. I really care about her. I don't know how she feels about me, and I don't care if she doesn't feel as strongly as I do, I care about her, and I always will." Wow, deep. Well, it's what I came for. Now I know. This is what I was afraid of. "Wow, I said softly, "You really do love her. I just, thought I maybe had a chance." This was maybe the first time I doubted that I wouldn't have Katniss for myself since the Hunger Games. I couldn't take it. For a person like me, who was always confident about everything, this was just too much to take. "Well, I hope everything works out. Just take care of her ok?" I start down the steps, feeling defeated. "Gale?" I turned. "I will." We smiled grimly at each other.
As I walked back to my home in the Seam, I thought long and hard. All in all, I knew this was going to happen one way or another; I just couldn't go down without a fight. I just wanted her to be happy, but that doesn't necessarily mean I wanted her to be happy with someone else…