The night sky was in the air. I looked around to see nothing but Gale sitting next to me. It was nice to have so close to me. I then turned to meet his gaze.
"Only a couple more nights until we win the games." I say, smiling.
"Yeah. I can't believe we came this far." He says, leaning closer to me.
"Remember how Peeta looked when you volunteered for him?" I say, going back to the reaping.
"Yeah. He looked unhappy as if he didn't get to say something." He says.
"I'm glad we told each other how we felt." I whisper. He smiles at me, just like he did all those months ago when we first met each other.
"Remember when we first met? Your hair was like a crow's nest." He giggles. I laugh, going back to when we did meet for the first time.
"You weren't any better." I tease, "Your shirt was ragged and dirty."
"So was your shirt. You looked like you were starving to death." He teased back.
"What if Peeta came here instead of you?" I ask him. He thinks for a bit.
"What if Peeta liked you in the way I did?" He answers with a question.
"But I don't like him back." I reply.
"Yeah well I know that Catnip." He says with a bit of humor. I giggle before resting my head on his shoulder. It felt nice to have such a trust worthy best friend with me. I look up at him as we begin to sink to the ground. When we're laid down on the ground, he looks at me with warmth.
"Goodnight Catnip." He whispers. I smile as we both drift off into sleep.