GALE'S POV
I arrive at Katniss's house, picking her up for the fair. I knock on the door and Prim answers.
"Peeta!" Prim exclaims, hugging me.
"Hey, Prim," I smile, picking her up and twirling her around. "You coming to the fair today?"
"Not with you," she says, "But I'm going with Mom. Katniss says she just wants it to be just you and her."
"PRIM!" Katniss shouts from inside. I laugh. Then Katniss comes to stand in the doorway. She looks so beautiful; there are no words to explain how beautiful she is. She's wearing a short, strapless dress probably from her mom, but still. Her long, tan legs show off green flats, with gold ribbon criss-crossing across the shoe. Her deep collarbone (partially from hunger, partially from just being thin) holds a rare gold necklace, just a thin string, but it, but it matches the shoes, gold bracelets, and gold hoops earrings. Katniss's cheeks had been brought out with rosy blush, and eyes brought out with mascara on her already huge eyelashes. Not to mention her hair. Her hair: intricately curled into glossy-looking curls that bob when she moves her head. I start to feel not that dressed up in my black ironed pants, plain white long-sleeved shirt, and loose black tie. I flick my recently-washed hair off my face. Smells like soap.
"Hey," Katniss says. I'm still in shock from her beauty, so it takes me a while to finally say "hi".
"H-hi," I stutter. Katniss giggles. I take her hand and gently kiss it. Katniss blushes, and hooks her arm through mine. We walk off and Katniss is telling me how all of this is her mother's old clothes when we hear Prim shouting.
"Are you guys going out!?" Prim asks loudly. Katniss spins around and points for the house.
"GO INSIDE, PRIM!" Katniss shouts. Prim giggle-screams and runs inside. I laugh. Katniss looks at me, embarrassed. I just smile and we go on walking.
At The Square outside town hall, there are stalls lining the streets and entertainers scattered on the road. The stage in the center has a band playing some oldies music like Lady GaGa, Paramore, T.I., All American Rejects, and other bands from over a century ago. Streamers go back and forth over the street, almost lacing the buildings together. Almost everybody is here: all the shop-owners, seniors, parents, kids, teens, hobos… everybody. And around The Square are random screens, showing what was happening at the stage, so the music could be played everywhere at once.
Katniss points to a mime and giggle-drags me with her over to the show. Seems like Katniss's leg is getting better. She no longer needs that much help to walk; all she does is limp now. I smile at Katniss, watching her laugh with other people watching the mimes.
TIME PASSES
Katniss and I have been to caricature artists, fortune tellers, dance-offs (although we didn't participate), and just browsing all the stalls. Finally we get to the stage and the dance floor.
"Care to dance?" I ask Katniss, my hand out to her. She smiles and places her hand in my palm. I lead her to the dance floor, where we start dancing to the slow song that's playing. Katniss, tired of limping, starts shuffling her feet, so I lift her up. I place her feet on top of my feet, and we dance together; my hands on the small of her back and her hands on my shoulders. Katniss and I dance, her head resting on my chest, while we listen to the lyrics of my favorite oldie's song, I Don't Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith:
Don't want to close my eyes.I don't want to fall asleep,Cause I'd miss you I don't want to miss a thing.'Cause even when I dream of you,The sweetest dream will ne-e-ever do.I'd still miss you baby,And I don't want to miss a thi-i-ing.
I start dancing slower, and I lift up Katniss's chin so she's looking at me. I kiss her, my hand still on her chin. I can feel Katniss smiling in the kiss. Eventually we pull apart, and I see an identical image of us on the big screen behind the band on the stage.
"Katniss, look," I whisper in her ear, pointing to the screen. Katniss steps off my feet, turns, sees the screen, and turns back to me and smiles. A couple people around us start chanting "kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!" and so even though we just did, Katniss stands on tip-toe and kisses me. The crowd cheers. I cradle her warm jaw in my hands, and the lyrics blare in my head:
I don't want to miss one smile,I don't want to miss one kiss.I just want to be with you,Right here with you, just like this.I just want to hold you close,Feel your heart so close to just stay here in this moment,For all the rest of ti-i-ime.
We break away as the next song starts playing: 1, 2, 3, 4 (I Love You) by the Plain White T's. We start dancing again until I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around.
Peeta. "May I cut in?" he asks. I glare at him, then I step away from Katniss. Peeta starts slow-dancing with her as I start feeling green with envy. Or jealousy? I don't know, and it doesn't really matter because I'm too angry. Peeta must have seen us on the screens so he rushed right over to steal her away from me. At least they aren't on the screen anymore, so Prim and her mom won't see Katniss with another guy than me. I wonder if they saw the kiss…
I'm standing against a fence, waiting for the song to be over, all during which like 20 girls ask me to dance with them. I say no and apologize. After what seems like an eternity, the song ends and Peeta returns Katniss to me. We glare at each other as Katniss moves back to my side.
"Could you get us some water, Katniss?" I ask her, still staring at Peeta.
"Uh, sure," she replies, walking off.
KATNISS'S POV
I walk away, confused. Isn't the boy supposed to get the drinks? Oh well, it doesn't matter. The air between Peeta and Gale was so tense, you could cut it with a knife.
As I'm walking back with the water for me and Gale, I hear Peeta and Gale talking. I duck behind a decorative shrub to eavesdrop.
"I told you to stay away from Katniss," Gale hissed, "She likes me, remember?"
"Well you told me to tell her how I felt about her, remember?" Peeta growled. Crap.
"I meant you should have told her before we got together. Now you're just trying to stir up trouble," Gale accused.
"Oh, I'm stirring up trouble? Fine! Meet me by the tree that you carved Katniss's initials into, right after the fair," Peeta countered.
Oh. My. Gosh! Are they going to fight over me? I gotta stop them! But where's the tree where Gale carved my initials into? That part gives me a warm, tingly feeling inside. I can't believe he actually did that. It's cheesy, yes, but oh so sweet.
Soon it gets quiet, which means that Peeta is gone, so I can come back with the water.