The Hunger Gays

Part 3: Akward

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Chapter V Gale

I find myself in front of Katniss, watching some documentary about "The Evolution of Hunting" or some boring-ass title like that. We're both curled up in front of the T.V. with the lights off. She's wearing a sleeveless shirt with short shorts, and I'm wearing just my boxer shorts since she "accidentally" spilled a soda on my clothes. She put my shirt and jeans in the washer. She insisted that I take off my boxers too since they also were wet, but it's cold in here and I don't want to embarrass myself. She asked me what Peeta was doing at my house last night, so I told her most of the story. I left out the part where me and Peeta took a shower - to get the flour out of our dangly bits - together, and for some reason, my boxers felt a bit tighter while reflecting back on it. That's probably better left between me and him. But wait, all this thought of dangly body parts gives me an idea. Instead of choosing one over the other, we could all have a threesome! It might take a while to convince Peeta, but in time, this could happen! I'm squirming in my seat with both excitement, and because I gotta piss. But I hold it for a few more minutes to watch the end of this hellish form of educational torture.

I walk out of the bathroom after I'm done relieving myself (I mean peeing, not wanking... Sort of) I propose my ingenious idea to Catnip.

"So what do ya say?" I ask her a bit worried she might say no.

"Whelp, ever since I've tongue raped him in the first Games, I've kind of been wanting to tap that." She said a little too non-chalantly. "We'll see!"

I couldn't stop grinning "That's awesome! Now pass the damn popcorn you pig!" And that's about when she dumped the popcorn bowl on me and we began having popcorn throwing wars.

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Chapter VI Peeta

It's like 5 in the morning when Katpiss (The nickname I gave her when she started hitting on MAH man!) knocks on my door. What does that slut want know? I open the door and she opens her mouth to say something, but I have something to say first.

"Look, it's five in the morning and I'm trying to pick out my outfit and I really don't have time for you right now. I don't care what you want and/or need." I say with shit tons of sass in my tone.

"I need-"

"No bitch! What you need is to get the hell away from my damn house and be on your merry little way back to the rock you slithered out from!" I yelled. "It's 5 in the god damn morning and you have the nerve to bring yo little horny ass to my house asking for something. Ah hells nah!" I get ready to slam the door when she blurts

"Gale wants to have a three-way!"

"You obviously are on something Hun, go the hell to bed for God's sake!"

"No! Listen to me! I was having a movie night with him and he asked me what my thoughts were on a threesome with you and me,"

"He does know I only like dick right?" I said. But then a more important thought came to mind. "Wait, what did you say?"

"That's why I came over here. I said yes. Which also brings up the point that you will say no!" She said with an angry look on her face. Is the bitch really threatening me? I swear to god if she is, I will take her braid and shove it down her fucking throat.

"It's cute how you think I'm scared of you. I saved your ass in the games, don't make me regret it!" Then I slam the door shut and stomped into my room. Who does she think she is? Coming up to me and telling me what to do.

I can feel the rage building up inside me. I need to punch something. I needed to stab something. I need to stab someone. But wait, homocide is illegal... Dammit. Eh, I'll risk it, I think as I grab my sword and head for the Homeless district. I know I probably shouldn't do this, but I'm so pissed off right now, my common sense is just a nuisance to me. MURDER MURDER I MUST MURDER!! I know it's wrong but I need to taste blood again, must drive my sword through someone's flesh and watch the blood pour from their skin! I want to hear their screams! I want to see the look of utter hopelessness and fear on their faces as they realize that my face will be the last they ever see! Damn, the games really messed me up... Oh well.

As I walk out of the door with my gear, I see Katniss's car by her house, and I have an idea. Instead of ending peoples lives, I'll just ruin hers! I power walk over there, un-sheathing my sword. Then, I scratch the words "whore bitch" in the newly painted doors. That'll teach her.

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Chapter VII Peeta

I wake up groggy and with heavy eyes. Definitely not a morning person. I had a good dream last night. I dreamt that Lucifer came to the mortal realm and started armageddon. God I love watching people scream and run from their inevitable damnation. Any-who! I stayed up late last night planning ways to mess with Katpiss. But honestly, she's beneath me and therefore not worth the time and effort. I put my headphones and flipped to the Post-Grunge station. I make some toast and eggs (sunny-side up of course!) and grab a loaf of bread.

I sit down at my kitchen table and I look at the loaf and remember when I threw the loaf to Katniss. In a way, this loaf symbolizes her in a powerful way... I then cut the loaf into time little pieces and eat every bite. I should've left that bitch to starve in the rain.

Today I'm going shopping for a gift for Gale. Today is his 'YAY FOR STILL BEING ALIVE!' Day. It marks the anniversary of the day the capital was defeated. It was just a few years ago, but so much has changed since then. Normally, the three of us would get each other gifts, but for some reason I don't think me and. Katpiss will be exchanging this year. I go to the bathroom and put some cologne on. I look in the mirror and brush my hair. I make it curl to the side just a bit, the way Gale likes it. As I'm checking that my hair is absolutely perfect, I look at my jawline closely and notice a few whisker growing in. Forgot to shave. Since I shave every morning, it's usually no biggie, but just my luck, my hand slipped and I cut myself on the cheek. Great, just in time for the anniversary too.

I'm in the local market looking for something to get Gale. I didn't bother putting a band-aid on the cut since it's real small, and besides, I've kinda had worse. But look, here comes the one person I didn't want to see while shopping for a gift. It's fucking Katpiss again. She's wearing a dress twenty sizes too small to show off those golf balls she calls "boobs". It's a bright and vibrant red. Strapless with lace on the back. It's made of... looks like Velvet? She must be here to buy a gift for Gale too, cause I really doubt she's shopping for me.

"I see you're going for the whole 'Skin with a small order of clothes' option for today Katniss? Ya'know I think Gale prefers class over ass," I say with a mischievous grin on my face.

She just rolls her eyes and struts past me. But when she's a few feet behind me she turns around and says "You've got a little something right there," she says pointing at her cheek in the same spot where the cut is on my face.