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"You still love her," Madge whispered under her breath. His eyes trailed Katniss as she walked down the aisle, her hips swishing and veil dragging behind her gently. "Don't you?"
"What?" Gale turned, pulling his eyes away from his best friend near the altar. Katniss and Peeta were getting married today, Haymitch was handing her off.
"Nothing," she said quickly, pulling on the tips of her hair. But she still watched as his stormy eyes followed the girl with the braid. They always did.
Later after toasting Madge found herself near the back of the room. She felt lonely. Katniss and Peeta danced slowly in the center of the room while everyone oohed and ahhed. She sighed, her hands slipping from across her chest to dangle at her sides. "She looks great, huh?" Gale lumbered up behind her and wrapped his hand around her waist. She pried it off gently.
"Yeah, she does," Madge said quietly. Gale's hand again traveled to her waist and she stepped away. "Stop," she sighed.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing together. "We're at a wedding, Madge, you're supposed to be happy."
"I am happy," she lied. "Are you happy?"
"Yeah, I'm happy," he smiled quickly at her. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because you're in love with her!" she nearly shouted, pointing toward the two dancing. Gale raised his eyebrows and pulled her farther back into the corner. "Stop," she sighed again, pushing his fingers from her wrist. "I know you are I see it in your eyes!"
"I'm not, Madge. I'm not in love with her," Gale spun them around so Madge was trapped in the corner, his arms blocking all exits.
"Let me go," she muttered.
"If I was in love with her I wouldn't be dating you," he stressed, trying to get her to look up at him. "Madge,"
"Gale I'm not an idiot," she hissed as one of his arm drops to trail around her back. "I see it in the way you look at her; you don't look at me like that." The song that the band was playing was starting to come to an end and the crowd began to clap and disperse.
"She's my best friend, Madge," he told her, his forehead dropping down to hers. "I'm happy for her, alright? Katniss deserves to be happy."
"That doesn't mean that you…" Gale cut her, leaning down and pressing his lips forcefully against hers. "Don't…" Madge continued where she left off slowly considering her brain was spinning. "Do that…" she mumbled. "Don't do that."
Gale smirked and leaned down again, his lips hovering in front of hers. "I swear to you I have no romantic feelings concerning Catnip, alright?" Madge laughed at the use of her childhood nickname and nodded slowly. "Listen, I love watching you get jealous and all, but you're out of your mind."
"Alright," she said, pressing on her tiptoes so their lips brushed again. "I believe you."
"Good," Gale grinned, "now let's go dance."