Real or not real?

[3]Oh, its you.....

Gale. What was he even doing here? I haven't heard from him in, like , forever. I wipe the tears off my eyes as I start packing up everything from the picnic. I had to get out of here fast. His silhouette was moving closer.

"Katniss?" Peeta says worriedly.

"Peeta, we have to go." I say.

"Kat, I'm sorry I shouldn't have taken you here," he says apologizing.

"No it's not that, trust me," I say trying to relieve the fear in his words. We started heading back, carrying everything we brought along. I had left the primroses at Prim's grave, because I would love, but yet hate having to look at them all the time.

As we approached our house I ran through the door and dropped everything on the kitchen table. I run up to our bedroom, slamming the door without the intention to, too focused on what on earth Gale is doing here. Gale. I mean, does he still live in 12? If he does he must not go out often. If he doesn't , where does he live. Does he have a girlfriend? Or a wife? What about children? All these questions make me want to find an answer.

I approach the window, peering out to the horizon where I saw him. He's getting closer, closer to our house, but not that close. Why? Is he here for, for me?? Is he paying a visit or completely dissing me? I feel as if my mind is to about to explode with questions. Should I go see hi-

"Katniss? Are you okay?" Peeta knocks on the door.

"Yes, I'm fine," I say in a smooth tone.

"Can I come in?"

What am I going to tell him? I know he's gonna ask what just happened. "Sure," I say.

He slowly opens the door as I sit on my bed, waiting for him to sit with me.

"Hi," he says with his adorable little smile.

"Hey," I say. I rest my head on his shoulder. "Look, I'm really sorry about earlier," i truly was.

"It's no problem, " he says assuringly.

"It's-it-it's just that," those were the only words I could get out. How was I supposed to tell him about Gale? Or should I even?

"No need to explain, well, only if you want to."

"Peeta, thank you for taking me on that exquisite picnic at Prim's grave. I loved it, really. It wasn't that we were with her it-" he cuts me off.

"I know it wasn't about Prim, I believe you,"

"Peeta, you're the best," I say with a smile on my face, " i could never ask for anyone better." It was true.

"I love you Katniss," we both hug each other.

"Real or not real?" I say, giggling.

"Real!" He laughs back at me.

We lay down in bed, and with Peeta's arm wrapped around me, I gradually drifted off to sleep.

*a few hours later: 2:38 pm*

I woke up, just to witness 3 loud knocks at the door. I started shaking, remembering seeing Gale. Luckily, Peeta was sound asleep. I was praying to God that when I crept out of bed, he wouldn't hear me.

I was successful.

I was glad Peeta left the door open wide enough for me to get through without me having to open it. I did a deep breath. In and out i though to myself. I got to the door and opened it up.

There he was. His face, kind of sad, but neutral and innocent. "G-G-Gale?" I shiver with this thought that Gale, Gale Hawthorne was standing at my front door.

"Uh, um, K-Katniss, " he says glancing around. "You've really, uh, changed." What the heck? You've really , uh, changed. He must be as speechless as me, but, who says that?

"Um, you have too...?" I say raising one eyebrow.

"I'm sorry to startle you, but, is Peeta here?" He says.

"He's upstairs sleeping," i respond.

"Oh, okay, uh, do you mind going off and talking?"

"I guess not," I say. What does he want to talk to me about? Did he have the same questions I had?

I followed him out of the doorstep. Peeta wouldn't mind, would he? I didn't have to tell him I was with Gale, he might suspect that I was out hunting, or at the store or something of those sorts. Should I leave him a note? I know how much he worries about me. No. It's too late anyway.

We're climbing over a fence, wait, that's the electric fence the Capitol had put up so people would stay out of the area. He's taking me to our spot.