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Peeta
We fell asleep to the sound of our hearts, but only an hour later, I woke up from a nightmare. I looked to see her sleeping still, and that night had fallen. I can't put off training anymore. I got out, wrote a note, and put it in her hand. I then went to the work out car and began free lifting. Twenty minutes in, the door opened again, and in walked Katniss. I knew she read the note.
"Peeta, is there a way to solve this without fighting?" She asked, close to tears. I put down the weights and went to her, holding her in a hug.
"There is always a non violent solution, but Gale, fire burns in his heart. He won't listen for reason till it is too late." She started to cry a little, and I made my way to the car, with her tucked carefully in my arms. As I set her on the bed, she begged for me to play her a song. The one I wrote for her. I got my guitar and began to play. Within a minute, she was sleeping soundly. I ordered that a set of weights be put in our car, so I would not have to leave her when I work out. After all, I care for my wife-to be.
After the weights got here, I began to work out again. But I gave up after ten minutes and got back in bed. In the end, no matter if I die or live, my girl will always be more important to me. Always.
Gale
Ah, these last few days are fucking killing me! I drank way to much liquor, and now is shooting up steroids to have a certain victory. I don't need any other training but these. Hey, when your busy with important things, drinking, like I am, you have no time to train. So, steroids is the best answer. Not like our fathers before us, where is causes heart problems, but where there are no side effects. We are so much more advanced than they were.
"Hey boy, let me in!" Then there is Haymitch, the town drunk. He keeps thinking the more he try's to talk me out of fighting, I will. Well, that is not going to work on me.
"I have a bottle of six-year scotch!" Then again, he does being over good liquor. And it has been a while since I had a six year bottle of scotch. So, I got up and opened the door. Sure enough, the old man had a six year bottle of Ireland Scotch.
"Come in." He walked in, and poured two glasses. Within an hour, I was flat wasted.
"Hey kid, are you sure you want to fight Peeta? I mean, he's tough." He told me. This only got a laugh out of me.
"Trust me old man, I will fight him." Then, I passed out drunk.
Busy with school, so may be a while. R&R people