Chapter 5

District Two is nice, but lonely, I spend my days in the woods outside the fence, and I'm quite successful, but I stay alone, every time I try and take someone else they scare the deer, the birds. All through the week I look forward to Sunday. Sunday is Madge Day, the one day I don't hunt dawn till dusk. I have a house near the gate, easier to get outside, it's not massive, but it's too big, there's too much silence. Which, I guess, is why, a couple of months later, after Katniss had gone to live in Twelve with Peeta, me and Madge were in our room, as normal.

"Gale, they're letting me out!" she squeaks as soon as she sees me.

"They are? Amazing! But, where are you going to live?"

"I don't know yet, all I've known is Twelve, but there's all the adventure, all the things I've never seen."
"You know," My mouth is suddenly dry, like I haven't had a drink in years, "you know, you could always come and live with me, in Two."
She looks at me, an eyebrow raised. "And how do I know you're not just saying that so you can watch me in the shower, Boy on Fire?" And she laughs, like a golden waterfall coursing straight into my ears.

"I'll make sure I do, Mockingjay, I wouldn't want to let you down, after all." I reply with a wink.

She smirks a bit after that, and comes over to sit on the arm of my chair, where she leans in and whispers breathily into my ear, "I'd rather you got in with me." and bursts out in a fit of giggles.
I look at her earnestly, "That can be arranged" and before I can even think about what I'm doing, I'm leaning in and pressing my lips to hers, a moment later she pushes me back and looks at me, "I'm, I'm sorry." I blurt out, blushing crimson and looking at the floor.

The next thing I know, her lips are right by my ear, and I can just hear her breathing "Does that mean I don't get another?" and I look up and into her eyes, which are staring straight back into mine, this time she's the one who leans forwards and kisses me, but this time neither of us pushed the other away and it was a few minutes before we part, breathless and slightly dizzy, and as our eyes find each other again, and she whispers, "Gale," a slight pause, "Gale, I want to tell you my story."

The End.