Okay, I hope this gets better. I like Effie and Haymitch in this! So I'll try to keep them in this for a little bit longer. So uh, I'm open to suggestions on what I could do better, if you think mys story's weird then tell me why and uh, weapons of choice? Like really random weapons okay? And uh, sorry that the chapter is so short

Enjoy! :)

After about an hour on the train, we are called to dinner. Gale sits across from me. When the dinner rolls come, both of us just glare at the rolls, daring the other to take one first. Then I get an idea.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors?" I ask, not taking my eyes off the rolls.

"Whatever, Doughboy."

"Okay, rock, paper, scissors!" we both yell. Gale has his hand in the paper formation, mine in the rock formation.

"Darn! Okay, you get first pick, Stalker."

"Sucker..." Gale reached for one of the rolls then stopped. "wait! I'm not a stalker!" He looked up at me in shock, waiting for an explanation. I reached over for the bread before he could notice. Gale looked down at the bread puzzeled.

Haymitch rolled his eyes and muttered, "And I thought I was pathetic."

I began to eat the roll when Gale looked up from the breadbasket.

"You stole my roll, Doughboy!"

"It wasn't your roll, Stalker! It was right there for me to pick up!"

"Liar!"

"Rawr!" I yell. I'm not pathetic! It was the best I could come up with right now!

He leaps at me from across the table and tackles me. He doesn't have any weapons on him that I know about so we only wrestle for a few minutes. I'm usually really good at this. Why is Gale beating me? Just because he might have wrestled a few bears in the forest does not mean he can beat me!

As we continue fighting over a roll, Effie strolls into the room. She's blubbering, "I'm so sorry I'm late! It won't happen again! I just had a meeting with the- AHHHH!"

Okay, Effie's scream was way more high-pitched than that. It was more blood-curling or just plain disturbing. It was more disturbing than President Snow's cologne, Vampire Blood (Long story short, Snow thought that vampire trends were still in. So he bought the cologne to make people think he was cool. Effie had told me about it. She had said that he also wanted it to make him threatining to certain rebellious tributes. Which is weird 'cause all of them died, except for the winners. Poor saps).

Gale is distracted and covers his ears, but I'm used to Effie's panic attacks by now. Finally, I pin Gale to the ground (or train floor or whatever).

I chuckle and say two words.

"Epic. Win."

Gale rolls his eyes and says, "You haven't won yet, Doughboy. I still have my secret weapon!"

He pulls a tape recorder out of his pocket. Before I can stop him, he pushes the play button. I'm preparing myself for the worst when I hear a cool beat and can't resist snapping my fingers. I slowly get up and begin dancing. Gale gets up too and looks like he's going to tackle me again, but then he dances with me.

Haymitch has his head in his hands and I ask him, "Do you have a headache, Haymitch? Did you have to much to drink?"

He slowly looks up at me and breathes a deep sigh. "No, I only get headaches like this on speacial occasions."

I almost stop dancing. "When are those special occasions?"

"Every time I see you."

It takes me a minute to finally understand. Well fine then!

Just as we begin a dance off, someone walks in the room.

It's a guy with bronze hair and a trident in his hand. I guess girls would really like him, but it doesn't really matter.

"Who are you?" asks Gale. Darn! He beat me to the question!

"I'm Finnick," he pauses and flips his hair dramatically. "Finnick Odair." He flashes us a smile.

I pause and look at him and recognize him. "Aren't you the guy on the Trident Gum comercials?"

Yea, thats the end of the chapter. This is supposed to be before Catching Fire so that's why Peeta doesn't recognize Finnick. I wanted this to take place after Catching Fire but, you know, that wouldn't work with the story. So hope you like it so far! Review? Please?