After spending the last two weeks in a deadly arena filled to the brim with violent mutations & blood thirsty tributes, you finally began to realize and take comfort in the fact that there is truly no place Iike home. Eagerly, you stepped back into District 12, taking in your surroundings with a look of relief on your face. You quickly say goodbye to your mentor Haymitch Abernathy & your district partner Peeta Mellark before immediately running off to find the person you wanted to see the most.

That person was your childhood best friend, Gale Hawthorne.

Once you got closer to The Seam, you instantly spotted Gale Hawthorne walking out of the coal mines with soot clinging onto his body from head to toe. Normally, you would’ve avoided getting so close to him since soot was a pain in the ass to get off your clothes, but considering you thought you would never see him again, you figured hugging him this one time couldn’t hurt.

“When did you get back?” Gale called out, grunting a bit when you ran right into his arms for a hug. When he returned it, you slowly pulled back, calming you two needed to talk alone. Gale nodded, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he led you outside of district lines to your normal spot.

“Where are we gonna run away?” Gale asked, looking off to the side to make sure nobody was watching. The second he heard you mention the word “we”, he rolled his eyes, an annoyed smile plastering itself onto his face. “Who’s we? Me, you and your fiancé?” Slowly, he leaned down, staring at you with resentment evident in his features.

“How did Peeta’s lips taste?”