Heya :D

LOL I know I know, I write Cliffhangers :L I'm so mean ahaha *Sigh* Just because you guys are so epically epic and I now have 30 reviews, Here's one without a Cliffy :D

I don't own the Hunger Games :( Or the Peanut Butter :'(

Also, there's been a bit of debate about the whole Prim/Gale thing; originally I was just going to make Prim like him and him not like her back because of the whole age difference thing, but I found out that some people want them to get together anyway. So I'll let you guys choose cause you're that epic XD

Vote in the reviews whether or not you think PrimxGale is a good couple :D

Sorry for the extra long Author's note, I'll shut up now. :L

Jassy :)

I wake up about a block away from home. I feel exhausted – my lungs feel as though they're about to burst. I wonder vaguely how far into the woods I went; the clock in the town square is chiming. I count the chimes... three. Three am? I left the house at ten!

As Gale enters the house, Mother gasps and runs to light the fireplace. I want to tell her that we don't have enough firewood to waste on me, but my teeth are chattering too hard. Gale lowers me onto the couch and moves toward the door, but Mother shakes her head frantically.

"She has hypothermia," she says. "There fire isn't heated enough yet... Here, drape a blanket over her and just keep your arms around her til she thaws out a little more."

Gale looks faintly horrified, but Mother has left already to try and get the fire to warm up quicker. I guess I look pathetic enough, because after an awkward pause, he slides his arm back around my shoulders.

At least one good thing has come of my stupidity.

Did I seriously just think that? Jeez. The heat would be rushing to my cheeks right now if there was any left in my body. Lucky there's not.

Gale chafes his forearm against mine, trying to heat me up further with friction. I'm still shivering violently, but at least my teeth have stopped chattering. Mostly. Okay, so they haven't stopped chattering but they will soon, I'm sure.

Mother comes back in with a herbal tea. I can smell honey and lemon mixed in with the rest of the herbs. The aroma is intoxicating, mint and honey and lemon and vanilla... She should be using it for other patients, though.

I violently shake my head and try to talk.

"B-b-b-but o-o-o-o-o-oth-ther p-p-people-"

Mother looks exasperated.

"We can get more. These herbs are easy to come by. Gale could even pick some up tomorrow."

"What's wrong?" Gale asks confusedly.

"She doesn't want to waste the herbs," Mother explains. "Prim hardly ever takes any medication herself. I remember she broke her arm when she was around seven; all she let me do was bandage it. No painkillers or anything. I can't even remember the last time she let me give her cough syrup."

Gale looks at mother incredulously.

"Prim," he says seriously. "You need to drink this."

Rolling your eyes has a lot more affect when you're not shivering, gasping and wet from head to toe. It doesn't help that my reply is put off for about five minutes to allow for a coughing fit. Or that my teeth are still chattering.

"I-I-I-I'm f-f-f-fine."

Gale raises an eyebrow.

I sound so pathetic.

Mother sighs and hands the mug of tea to Gale, before going into the kitchen to check the fire. Gale narrows his eyes at me. I open my mouth to argue again, and he abruptly dumps a third of the mixture in my mouth.

I swallow the scalding liquid and cough violently. "Ow!" I say, scowling at him.

Gale smirks at me, and I brighten up. My teeth have stopped chattering. My voice is still raspy and I'm still shivering, but when I look at my reflection in the window, my cheeks have some colour in them.

"Okay, so it worked, but this time can you give me some warn-"

Gale ignores my last comment and pours half of the remaining liquid into my mouth.

"Ow! I'm going to get third degree burns on the inside of my oesophagus!"

Gale narrows his eyes at me. "Good. That'll serve you right for walking around in the woods in the middle of the night without proper clothing. Prim, you could've died. What were you thinking?"

I glare at him, still shivering. How dare he?

"I was thinking 'Hmm, maybe I should find Gale before he kills himself because he's seriously depressed about finding out that some random guy likes the girl he's in love with.' Hazelle was worried sick. Grow up Gale, as if they won't kill each other in the arena anyway. It sure as hell isn't going to stop Katniss from tearing his guts out. Heck, it'll probably make her more inclined to kill him."

Silence.

Ha. There aren't many things that shock Gale, and I've rendered him speechless twice in the last week.

I look up at him. He's staring at me like he doesn't know who I am. I look back down, flushing. Great, I think. Now he hates you. What did you have to say anything about Katniss for? As if it isn't hard enough for him. Why do you always have to do the wrong thing? Why-

"You're right."

I raise my eyebrows at him.

"I just- I don't know. Remember when we all got to say goodbye to her?" I nod at him. "I – was going to tell her then. But I didn't get the chance. Someone dragged me off before I could say that -"

"That you love her?" I ask.

He nods. "I always have. I was about to say it. Now – she'll never know. And what's stopping her from attempting to have a relationship between now and the Games? Nothing. Maybe If I'd had the chance..."

I smile at him sadly. He looks so lost without Katniss. I wish I could comfort him.

"You will have the chance," I tell him. "She's coming home, Gale. She has to come home. She promised me she would. Katniss doesn't break promises, and you know it."

He smiles at me and shakes his head.

"Look at you." He laughs softly. "All grown up in a week. I doubt even Katniss would recognise you."

I pout. "I'm not that different."

Gale smiles. "Yes you are. The other week you were going around picking flowers to tie around Lady's neck, and yesterday you were out hunting to feed your family."

"I didn't shoot anything," I point out.

He smiles. "You still tried, though. You're not just Katniss' little sister anymore."

This would be really sweet... but he's still seeing me as his little sister. I sigh inwardly. He's still obsessed with Katniss.

"I'm not that little." I say to him.

"Not anymore," says Gale.