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We could rule the world, destroy countries, build fantastic cities made of tecnologies, declare heterosexuality illegal, pilot every freaking show.
Bitches, what about Fanboys? excuse me
“You can’t go out with him!” Gale yells, his hands flying into the air. “He’s… he’s Thom!”
“That’s great reasoning, Hawthorne,” Madge crosses her arms and glares up at the boy. “You don’t speak to me for weeks and then all of a sudden you show up on my doorstep telling me not to date your friend?”
“I…” Gale starts, his face flushing. “I’ve been busy.”
“Sure,” Madge rolls her eyes. “It’s just one date, Gale. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“But it does,” Gale stresses. “It’s Thom.” He crosses his arms back at her and she leans against her door frame. “You can’t.”
“You’ve yet to give me one good example as to why not,” she tells him. His hands ball into fists and he drops his hands. “Temper, Hawthorne?”
“Fine, if you want to go out with him then do that,” he jabs his finger in the air toward her. “But don’t come crying to me when you’ve got a broken heart or…”
“Because my emotions are such a concern of yours,” she rolls her eyes, cutting him off. “If you actually cared about me then you wouldn’t have stopped showing up,” she says numbly. Gale’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead.
“Is that what this is about? You just want to piss me off because I ignored you so you…”
“No, Gale, the entire world doesn’t revolve around you,” she hisses at him. “He asked me, Gale. He makes me feel pretty, he likes talking to me. Thom is a proper gentleman, I’ll have you know.”
“He always is at first,” Gale says back, turning to walk around. “I never thought you’d stoop so low to…”
“To what?” she yells, charging after him. “To what?” He whips around and meets her stare, neither wanting to be the first to cave. “Why don’t you want me seeing him?”
“You know why,” he mutters, finally pulling his eyes from hers. “It’s the same reason I haven’t been talking to you.”
“Because I kissed you?” she asks quietly, the venom no longer dripping in her voice. “I don’t see what that has to do with…”
“Because you kissed me and now I can’t stop thinking about you,” Gale jabs back. “And then you think it’s okay to just go on a date with my best friend and…”
“No!” her backyard is filled with fighting words. “That’s not fair, you can’t do that to me. Make me feel guilty. You’re the one that ran off when I told you how I felt, not the other way around, Hawthorne.”
“Don’t call me that,” he replies with a sigh.
“Gale,” she stresses angrily. “You didn’t feel the same way about me,” she mutters, “so I moved on.”
“Did you, though?” he asks weakly. “Have you moved on?” This time it’s Madge who drops his eyes. He takes a step forward, his hand lifting to caress her cheek. She pulls away and he sighs. “Don’t go out with him.” It’s not a demand this time, it’s a request. “Please.”
“He’s coming at six,” she tells him. “It’s almost five thirty.”
“Then I’ll tell him plans have changed,” he nearly begs. “Madge…” The use of her first name instead of her last finally gets her to smile as she looks toward the ground.
“Then I’ve dressed up for nothing,” she motions toward her outfit. “And I’d have nothing to do. It would be a complete,” she pauses in her words as he steps closer to her, “waste of a night.” Madge’s voice catches in her throat. She looks up slowly as Gale leans over her, his fingers lifting her chin gently.
He licks his lips as she forces the blush from her cheeks. “Let’s do something.”
“But I…”
“Me and you, Madge.”
“You’ll run off again,” she chokes out, shaking her head. “I could barely take it the first time I don’t think…” he cuts her off, his lips lightly teasing hers. “Okay,” she whispers, ignoring the drumming of her heart. “Me and you.”
All we know is soldier Gale is fighting for revenge. Revenge from the capitol, revenge for taking away all the beauty in his life. People say he lost someone, and it’s for her that he’s fighting.MADGE.
Something gets injected to me and the pain evaporates. Nothing has felt better in existence. Nothing. Whatever they’ve put in me really does the trick, I don’t feel a thing at all. My vision starts going hazy.
The whipping flashes through my head again. The crack of the whip, the scowl of Thread, the trickle of my blood onto the rocks below me. But nothing. I feel nothing. I smile thinking about how much pain I should be enduring but nothing reaches me.
Someone starts touching me. My neck, my eyebrows, my cheek. It feels nice. They have soft hands. Thin fingers that were made for playing the piano, perfectly shaped fingernails that don’t dig into my skin. I drift off into a dream where the mayor’s daughter follows me into the woods, begging to show me where the strawberries are. She tells me she’s been craving them and I laugh. Someone’s tracing my lips, now. In my dream it’s her. Madge. The blonde who insisted upon following me around when Katniss first went into the Games, rattling something off about friendship and unity and support.
I blew her off, of course I did. Multiple times. The girl from town. Too pretty for me, too delicate. She wanted more, I could tell by the way she looked at me. Maybe I wanted it too but we never did anything, just talked and talked and talked, pretending like what we had wasn’t just an act…
The vision of Madge Undersee that spins in my head meshes with real life. Or is it real life anyway? Her golden hair hanging in strands in front of me, her hand holding mine. Maybe she brought the medicine, I don’t know where Mrs. Everdeen would’ve gotten it. Of course not, Madge is just a friend. Is she a friend? What are we?
Her voice is soft and sad as she whispers, “I’m sorry.” And then her lips are on mine. Soft. Sweet. She tastes like strawberries.
I blink awake, “Madge?” But no, it’s not the girl from town sitting before me. It’s Catnip, a confused scowl on her face as she pushes herself backwards, out of the chair she’s sitting in and away from me. I blink a few more times and she’s gone, my eyelids drifting back over my eyes as I slip asleep again.
Of course it wouldn’t have been Madge. The mayor’s daughter wouldn’t even bother to give me a second glance in town, why would she want to kiss me? She doesn’t care about me. Never did, never will.
Peeta: You love me, real or not real?
Katniss: Real.
Haymitch: For fucks sake get married already
Peeta: Wait I thought we already were...
Katniss: Yeah we are Haymitch is just being a drunk bastard
Haymitch: Peeta is going to make Haymitch tasty cheese buns real eheheh
Me: Please tell me people like you exist in real life!?
Katniss: no
Gale: no
Peeta: no
Cinna: no
Haymitch: check your local bar, sweetheart.
Don’t Let Me Go
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Excuse me while I go cry in a corner over the beauty of this picture.
