Chapter 7 – KPOV:

A/N: So it looks like no one wants a chapter in Gale's point of view, so I guess I won't be writing one! It kinda saves me some writing stress, you know? But, anyways, back to the point… Wait, what was the point? Wow, I'm really rambling today… I really have nothing to talk about now that I'm on Spring Break. Which is good for you guys, because that means more chapters for you! I may not update on Easter, though, because it's, well, Easter! If I have the time, I will.

And I am I the only one not going somewhere amazing for Spring Break? Megan is going to Disney World (so jelly…) and I don't know about Meg and Katelin… So it's just me and Mary as the not-going-anywhere-amazing-for-spring-break people… Poo :(… (If you've read my previous chapters, then you know who these people, more or less, are)

Drock5271: Sorry I didn't mention you in the last chapter! I just went through the reviews and I saw yours, so now you're in chapter 7! I'm glad you like the story so much! :-) vampiregleeksfinchel: Yes, I am working on making them longer, it's just that sometimes it's a little overwhelming to keep on coming up with good ideas. Glad you like it! :) Bluedog270: Aw, thanks so much! I'm so happy this put you in a better mood! ;) PeetaLuver1: Glad you like it! :-) GirlonFire10203: Well, when I wrote about Peeta's mom, I didn't want Peeta to always have to hide from her. I mean, she'll have to come around at some point, right? And remember the showdown he had with her back in chapter 4? Well I wanted what Peeta said to her to change her perspective on how she had been treating him. She had thought about what he had said, and realized he was right. Because Peeta is always right! I hope you like this chapter! :)

Disclaimer: Don't own The Hunger Games, don't own Katniss, don't own Peeta, don't own Prim, don't own Gale… *sigh*

Frosting. And flour. It's everywhere; all over me, all over Peeta… And quite frankly, all over everywhere! So, we're forced to shower, washing off all the remains of today.

Now, here we are, cuddled on the couch, just watching the fire crackle and pop.

It's hard to think about what kind of a future we might have. Mom definitely likes Peeta; I can see it in her eyes every time she sees us together. I guess Peeta's mom likes me and Peeta now. I wonder what he could've said to her that would change her perspective like that.

During our lovely "war," I could see her out of the corner of my eye, watching us with a small smile upon her face.

"What did you say to her?" I ask quietly.

"I said a lot of things to her, Katniss. I'm just as surprised as you are," he replies with a smile. I smile inwardly as I lean in and kiss him, and I think about just how well we know each other.

"You know, if I know I love you and would never leave you if my life depended on it, then why don't I know what your favorite color is?" he asks, as if he was reading my thoughts.

"Green. What's yours?" I ask.

"Orange," he replies.

"Like Effie's wig?" I say, laughing. He cringes at the thought, then says, "No, more muted. Like… sunset."

I nod subtly.

"What were you thinking – that day in the rain?" he asks softly. I shrug.

"You know, at first I didn't know what I felt. That is, until you helped me pick up my books," I say. He nods and smiles. "Go on," he prompts.

"You helped me pick up my books. Then, the rain!" I say, starting to giggle uncontrollably. He laughs.

"So, then the rain poured down on top of us, and then you wrapped your jacket around me. It didn't feel wrong at all. So I went along with it. And good thing I did, or else we wouldn't be where we are now," I say.

He smiles. "I like your perspective," he says, then kisses me tenderly.

A/N: Oh, my God… I just hate this chapter so much… I am totally out of ideas for them at the moment, but I'm going to start the next chapter as soon as I post this. Now I know that no one has told me that they do or don't want a chapter in Gale's point of view, besides vampiresgleeksfinchel. But I really do want to try and write something in Gale's point of view, just to try it, and see what you guys think?

By the way, I know how sickeningly short this chapter is, just like my other ones, but I really am working on making them longer. It's just that I happen to be braindead at the moment, and I've had a pretty weird day.

This pretty weird day just involved watching "Agony and the Ecstasy" for my religion class because we're learning about Michelangelo and the painting of the Sistine Chapel.

Then, in English, we just watched "Aquila and the Bee," which I'm pretty sure you guys should be familiar with. Then, me and my friend Matthew started comparing Dylan's dad to Kim Jong Il and Kim Jong Un for whatever reason… Seriously, I have no idea why. We're just weird like that…

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-Zenia (zalamode00)