"Throw me the big one." Cato reaches for the largest rope. Clove glares at him but reluctantly passes him what he wants. "Don't tie it like that, tie it like this because this way is-"

"I know what I'm doing." Clove mutters. She tugs hard on the end of the rope and moves on to the next corner of the tent. Cato and Clove are trying to set up a small camp a few hundred metres away from the cornucopia. There's only them, Foxface, Thresh, Katniss and Peeta left in the Games. They finish setting up and sit in the mouth of the tent, the Sun's evening glow warming them.

"What do you think Lover Boy and Fire Girl are doing?" Clove says quietly. The small fire in front of them is cooking 2 squirrels.

"Who cares?" Cato grunts.

Clove sighs, "The whole of Panem, probably..."

"Why do you care?"

Clove exhales heavily again. "It's just... Even in this situation, they can find love. Whether it's real or not..."

"There's no room for love in a fight to the death." He replies shortly.

"That's not..." Clove starts but trails off. There's a moment of silence before she decides to continue her sentence. "That's not what it looked like when you were messing round with Glimmer the other day."

"We were having a bit of fun."

"There's no room for fun in a fight to the death." Clove half exclaims half shouts.

There's a loud silence as Clove flips the squirrel over and Cato pretends to check the supplies.

"It's just sad. Glimmer might have really liked you. She died without the world getting to know her. Her likes, her dislikes." Clove can feel heat rising up in her now.

"You shouldn't care."

"But I do care! I'm a freaking girl! I may know 50 different ways to kill you but I'm still a girl! I will never stop caring about things I shouldn't be caring about! You are a boy and too stupid to realise when people are trying to tell you things without necessarily telling you in words. Boys have verbal language, girls have body language! Just because you're too stupid to realise!" Clove can feel a lump in her throat but she can't remember the last time she cried and doesn't want to do it in front of the whole country.

"Sorry." Cato mutters.

"Yeah, you sound it." Clove rolls her eyes and storms into the tent.

"Clove!" Cato shouts, sounding genuinely concerned. "Clove, I'm sorry. I know that you're a girl. Sometimes I just forget. No... That came out wrong. Just... Sorry."

"Whatever!" Clove is trying to disguise the tears but her voice wavers slightly. She keeps her voice under control just long enough to shout, "I like you, Cato. We're both gonna die, though, so whatever. You're just a stupid boy."

I am so sorry for not updating. I literally, seriously, legitimately, can not express in words how guilty I am. I have a massive, humongous, astronomically enormous story which is post Mockingjay, pre epilogue. I have to type it up and that will take a month or more because my laptop is just, quite frankly, dead... RIP Dell Inspiron...

The whole story is written on paper and I have to edit and it started off as a one shot but is now about 100 pages and I haven't written that in chapters so I need to sort that out.

Reviews might not come my way because I don't really deserve them.

Thanks guys, I'll try to update my other stories soon, but am in no position to promise anything. I'm using my mum's laptop right now and she has a thing about me using it for things like this but I'm off school today because it's teacher's strike so I have it to myself for a while.

Home alone: YAY I CAN GO TO THE LOO WITHOUT CLOSING THE DOOR BUT I WILL STILL CLOSE IT BECAUSE I'M PARANOID.

Bye, guys.

Katniss4Peeta x