This is just some funny thing that I thought up one night. Of course it wouldn't really happen in the books (well maybe, but it wouldn't be this lame ha ha!). All I can saw is that I hope you guys enjoy it and that you don't think that its completely stupid.

Disclaimer: I don't own the hunger games or any of that. So yea I think you people understand that.

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The Peeta and Gale Games: Part 1 -chapter 1

I take the bow and arrows and hold them in my hands. They could be pretty valuable in the future. Not like I'd ever be in the Games again, thankfully. Well, I could use them for something…

I can't hunt with these arrows. Well, first of all, I don't hunt. See, I'm no Katniss Everdeen or Gale Hawthorne. Well I guess that only leaves me, Peeta Mellark. I don't even know why my brother gave me the bow and arrows. Maybe he just wanted to taunt me. Or maybe he really believed that I was in love with Katniss Everdeen.

I don't mean that I don't love her. For some reason, I tend to think that being in love means that both of the people are in love. But since she doesn't love me back, I guess you could say that I just have a crush on her.

My brother looks at me hopefully. I smile at him and thank him. I don't want to hurt his feelings. He seems relieved and goes back to whatever he usually does.

I can't exactly tell you what my brother usually does. He used to help my father bake bread as we all did when we were poor. He might still do that. But sometimes I see him around the mansion, probably just wandering around. Bored. Sometimes I worry about him.

I place the bow and arrows on the chair and continue my painting. It isn't anything too exciting today, only an exercise. I'm trying to paint a bowl of fruit but so far the painting looks pretty pathetic. The orange looks crooked, the banana looks too thin, and the grapes look lifeless. Well, grapes aren't really alive, at least I don't think so. What I mean is that the grapes don't look realistic. As I'm painting, I begin to wonder where my brother even found the bow and arrows.

I had once heard that its hard to come by weapons in the districts. I guess I haven't heard that as much since no one really cares what we do here in District Twelve. When Katniss and Gale had came back from their countless hunts in the woods, they would trade the meat and berries with different people. Even the mayor would buy their strawberries.

Maybe he had brought the bows from some person in the Seam. Not Katniss, because she's busy designing clothes with Cinna, or so I've heard. No, it had to be someone else. Then it dawns on me. The only other person I know who knows how to make bows and arrows.

Gale.

It probably doesn't matter. Honestly, it doesn't. but for some reason, thinking about Gale gives me shivers down my spine.

Ever since the camera crews left, Katniss and I didn't kiss. We didn't even see each other. She had told me when we got off the train that it was all an act. That Haymitch had forced her to pretend to love me. I knew why they did it. If she didn't act like a girl desperately in love with me, one of us would be dead right now.

Deep down I knew that if she hadn't pretended to love me, I would be dead right now. I would not have let her die. She has a life to live. A family that loves her, people that love her. But I had realized early on who else loves her.

Her supposed friend Gale is obviously in love with Katniss. Every time I see them together, I see Gale be so polite to her and gaze at her longingly when she focuses on something else.

I touch up the painting and wash my brush in the sink. I notice the phone in the corner, but I quickly avert my eyes away from it. Who would I call anyway? Katniss? Haymitch? I chuckle to myself. It would be too awkward to try to talk to Katniss, mostly because she believes that I'm a lovesick idiot. Haymitch would probably be too drunk to talk to me, or he'd be sober and yell at me because he just can't stand me. Sometimes I wish I could have someone else to talk to besides the few people that live here.

Now that the paintbrush is clean, I set it in its case and take the art palette to the sink. The water gushes out of the faucet and onto the palette, causing water to stream onto the floor and the rest of the area around the sink. Some splashes onto the phone.

I twist the handles on the sink to stop the water and drop the palette in the sink. I rush to the phone to make sure that the water didn't damage it. I pick up the receiver. I still hear what they call a dial tone. I sigh with relief. I walk towards the sink again and finish cleaning my tools.

After I finish I place the painting near the window so that the sunlight can dry it. Then I decide that a short walk might do me some good.

I lock the door and walk outside, breathing in the fresh air. I begin to stroll towards the entrance of Victors' Village when I see who happens to enter at that moment.

I dash back to the mansion and twist and pull the lock. Locked. How could I forget that I locked the lousy door? I become frantic and pull on the knob harder. I search my pockets for the keys that I know my brother has. I knock on the door hoping that my brother is still inside. I listen. Nope. I look behind me. The girl keeps walking towards her house. I decide to hide since she isn't looking this way anyway. The bushes seem to stick out the most. I decide to hide behind those until she enters her house.

As I scamper to hide behind the bushes, I feel eyes staring into me. I look behind me. Too late

Katniss is staring at me, with a look that obviously tells me that she thinks that I've completely lost it. I attempt to defend myself.

"My paintbrush fell behind the bush, I'm just trying to get it. I don't think that the Capitol is going to give me a new one."

I've been told that I can act fairly well, but I know that I can't convince Katniss that I had dropped my paintbrush behind the bush. She can't see any painting or easel , and the only way that I could have possibly 'dropped' my paintbrush would be if I had thrown it. I'm waiting for her to accuse me, but all she does is shake her head and continue to walk home.

After she's inside, I walk through the entrance and into the other world. Well, it seems like a completely different world than from Victors' Village. The people are poor and look as though they don't get enough to eat. Actually, they don't. It's really depressing to be out here, but then again, its depressing being anywhere in District 12.

As I pass by the different people, I either smile or say 'hello'. When I get further in town, I notice someone glaring at me. When he notices that I spotted him, he scowls and walks towards me.

I know why he probably hates me now. I stole his girl. Or at least that's what he thinks. I don't know why he can't like any of the other girls at his school. Most of them seem to love him. I never had that much attention when I used to attend school.

I try to be kind to him, "Hey, Gale."

"We need to talk. Meet me in the woods tomorrow at dawn. Unless you're too afraid to be caught there, Mellark," he spits my name out as if it's a bad taste in his mouth.

He marches away with the scowl still on his face.

Of course I'll meet him at dawn. I'm not afraid of him. The worst he could do is shoot me with an arrow.

Okay, I'll have to end it there. It is kind of a long story I thought up, so this chapter has to be a little bit short. I'll try to make the other ones longer if you guys want! And I'll try to make it funnier! I can't promise anything though because I don't want to break any promises. I really hope you enjoyed it! Please review =D