Okay, first shout outs to: MissMura, firework7, Olive Monster, StarLights145, MoonDust198, SnowQueen135, kadee son 12345, TheSage96, Calypso1302, Themockingjay3 and well, there were no guest reviewers. Anyway, chapter 5 is up.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Haymitch," I said. Haymitch gave me another look.
"Oh, sweetheart, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't try playing dumb" he said. I shut up.
"I heard you two," he said, and I gave him a glance.
"What?" I asked. Haymitch looked at me.
"The walls weren't sound-proof, you know," he said. I hit him, and he only laughed.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, your dirty little secret's safe with me," he said, before he walked out, leaving me staring at him.
The Next Day
Peeta came in the day after yesterday. I was used to his comings and leavings by now, and he was often away for days. He found me sitting at one of the kitchen stools, sipping a bowl of vegetable soup that had long gone cold.
"Hey," he said. I turned to look at him.
"Hi," I said. He sat down on one of the stools next to me. He rubbed his hands together, as if he were cold.
"I heard Gale stopped by," he said. I turned to look at him. His eyes were downcast, avoiding my eyes.
"Yeah, he did," I said, and my voice sounded as dry as sandpaper.
"So, you're going to forgive him?" Peeta said, meeting my eyes with his own. The question fazed me. Am I going to forgive, Gale? I asked myself the question over and over in my head, but the answer seemed to evade me. Peeta noticed my silence, and I felt him get up.
"I have to go work at the office, so…." He moved to the door.
"Maybe," I said. Something flashed in Peeta's eyes, so quickly and briefly that I thought I must have imagined it. It was like his eyes had darkened to a different shade of blue in a matter of mere moments, before he closed the door. Its echo resonated through the house. His last question repeated in my head like a dripping faucet. So, you're going to forgive him? I stared out of the window, which had a good view of the Meadow, which was planted with several flowers and trees to honor the death of thousands of District 12 people in the war, which was now known to everyone as The Mockingjay War. I stared out until the phone rang. I looked at the phone ringing before I decided to ignore it. I watched through the window, before I placed my bowl down, and went to the sofa. I flipped through channels on TV. Nothing particularly held my attention, until I just gave up and turned the TV off. The phone rang and I gave in and answered it.
"Hello, Katniss?" It was Gale.
"Yes," I said, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
"Do you mind if I come over?" he asked. I felt a battle going on in my head. One side said no, and the more rational side said yes, I would mnd. But then I've never been rational, so I say,
"No, I wouldn't mind one bit," I said.
I know chapter's too short, but don't worry I've got a long weekend next week, so your update would be then. Bye, and any comments?