A/N: It's going to have more than one chapter. This one was inspired by the picture on the upper left.
"Oh, come on, Clove. What's gonna happen if I take a picture of you?" he asked holding the camera high up in the air.
"No, Cato. Alright? NO! I hate being photographed. I always look weird." she said, trying to reach up and grab it but he was too tall for her.
"Just one?" he asked, still holding the camera up and out of her reach.
"Fine." she finally said, but just when he thought she had given in, she quickly stepped onto his feet and grabbed his right shoulder to push herself up. With her other hand she hit the camera out of his loosened grip and it fell to the ground making a small beeping sound.
"Clove!"
She laughed, stepping back onto the pavement and bent down to pick up the camera.
"Well, it looks like you still got your photo, Cato." she said, showing him the screen.
There was a picture on it, showing a girl's slim legs, only up to her ankles, dressed in skinny jeans and with dark sneakers on her feet that had purple smiley faces all over them, standing on her tiptoes on a boy's feet who was wearing similar sneakers, only his were dark blue.
If anyone saw it, they would probably think that a kiss had been involved.