Disclaimer: Hi! (I just realized the ! looks like an upside-down lowercase i...) Anyway, since all my writing is basically different alternate endings and that shuhff...(Like stuff, but like you have trouble speaking and are on drugs) I decided on something different! (Muhahahahahahahahahah! [When I clicked on that, it came up as a spell check of Brouhaha, like in Nemo; 'Brouhaha Brouhaha' then 'MY BUBBLES!'] Please don't hit me! *Waves little white flag*) So, I'll get to it! (Yeah...Bye for now!)
"Clovey! Clovey!" I call in a sing-song voice, giggling, "Cato's here to see you!"
I smile really big as she storms out towards me, ready to throttle me dead. I open the door for Cato to come in and watch as she gets all worked up. I love putting on my school giggly girl for the sake of annoying my best friend/cousin, we are only ten it's what we do. So, giggling is so annoying to her; seeing as she loves to be in a bad mood.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Clovey!" She growls at me, I give her my mock scaredy-cat face before smirking at her and point at where Cato is. I watch as a blush dusts her cheeks, it is so weird to see her blushing over our best friend. Then she looks back at me with a murderous glint in her eye.
"Peeta! She's trying to kill me again!" I whine to my other best friend, well all four of us are best friends. He comes out with Cato, slinging an arm casually around my shoulder. His arm makes a tingling sense on my bare arm, I better not like him. Boys are weird, well not Peeta and Cato; they're my friends. So they aren't really boys, plus crushes are weird. I know Clovey has one on Cato, and she is always blushing. I so do not blush around Peeta. My face heats up when he's around, but that has nothing to do with it. Right? And I know all the girls likes this guy in our school, his name is Gale. He's two years older then us, so he must be weird. All the older girls drool over him, I mean I almost slipped in a puddle in the hall after I saw Gale pass them. Guys are weird, they make older girls do weird things.
"Hey, guys," Cato captures our attention, "Let's play truth or dare!"
I look at Clovey and smirk, I know the dare I'm going to give her. She pouts at me, obviously knowing what I am going to do.
We all sat in a circle, more like a square, and Cato took out a bottle. I look at the bottle suspicious, I had heard bad things about that bottle. For one our teacher, Mr. Haymitch, is always 'drunk' whatever that means and a lot of girls cry over playing Spin the Bottle. Something about losing their first kiss to some guy they didn't like. A lot of stuff is weird, mamma says it gets better. I don't believe that for a second.
"So, I guess I'll spin first." Cato grins, his icy baby blue eyes shining with anticipation. He spun the bottle hard, landing on...We all held our breath in anxiety. Cato does deep truths and hilarious dares, as long as you aren't the person being dared.
"Peeta, truth or dare?" Cato smirked, knowing Peeta will probably have an anxiety attack if he keeps smirking at him like that.
"T-truth." Peeta stuttered, cautiously moving his blond bangs from his sky blue eyes. Cato's face fell, before he pondered a moment. He finally grinned from ear to ear, scaring all of us. This was not going to go well for Peeta. Cato leaned forward, hands on either side of Peeta's crisscrossed legs.
"Peeta, admit you love Katniss and you always have since you first met her." Cato stunned all of us, by leaning back and looking bored. I turn, hesitantly towards Peeta.
"K-Katniss, I l-love you and I al-ways have ever since I first m-met you." Peeta's face began to blush scarlet as he hid behind his knees, peeking at me every few seconds.
"G-good one, C-Cato." Clovey whispers, softly avoiding his confused expression.
I got shift to sling an arm around Peeta, "You guys are weird, but I guess the easy way to say this is; love is weird. So, I love you too Peeta. Now stop hiding behind your knees."
Peeta unfolded himself. Grey eyes met blue, and I feel my face heat up. Peeta's face was still red, I could feel a laugh bubbling in my throat. So, I start laughing. Long and loud, earning quirked eyebrows and confused looks from all of them.
"We're only ten, and admitting love." I giggle, getting a chuckle from all of them. Even if it was short, I lean closer to Peeta. Putting my head on his shoulder. He starts to play with my loosely braided hair, I like it. His soft touches feel so good against my head.
The bottle lands on Peeta, and each of us blush. A chant of 'do it's was shouted at us as we lean forward. Peeta's hand finds itself in my hair, our lips gently press together. I start to lose myself in his touches, and his lips against mine. Deep in my mind, I recall when we were ten. Admitting our love for each other, but we had ignored it. Found ourselves with other people, but always somehow ending up back at that. Clove, Cato, Peeta, and I. The Original Musketeers, somehow through all the years we never separated very far from each other. That was good, and so was this. I could feel the sparks fly as our lips move in sync, it feels right like how it should have been all along.
Wolf whistles sound along with 'oohs' and 'ahhs' but I could care less. This was right, and I can't believe how blind I had been all these years. Now at least I know that I could spend forever with Peeta, with my Peeta.
"Guys, you can stop now. We have all the pictures we need, now go get a room." Some guy tries to be funny, but I heard the 'ouch's that were inflicted upon him by Clove and Cato.
I laugh into our kiss, feeling Peeta smile as well, we pull away taking deep breaths. Peeta slings an arm around my shoulder, and I place my head on his shoulder. Just like we were ten again, and I admit it now.
"Katniss, I have always loved you ever since I first met you." Peeta whispers into my ear.
"Love is weird. I love you too Peeta, now stop hiding behind my hair." I lean up to whisper in his ear, kissing his cheek. I place my arm around his torso, and pull myself closer to him.
My small ten year old fingers grasp the bottle, Peeta didn't want to unhinge himself from my side so I spun it instead. I was praying like a mad man that I would get Clovey. My dare was for her, and her only! Cato would work too, but it would be much better if it was Clovey.
"Yes!" I cry as the bottle lands on Clovey. I fist pump my clenched fist, without moving too much away from Peeta.
"Kat..." Clovey warns, but I smirk at her. I knew I was going to get killed for this later, but it didn't matter now.
I get to play match maker for a moment.
"Truth or dare, Clovey?" I grin, making Clovey pout slightly.
"Dare, of course. What do you take me for, Everdeen?" She laughs at me, which makes me stick my tongue out at her.
"Clovey, I dare you to..." I stop for dramatic effect before giving her a bored expression.
"Dare me to do what?" Clovey snarls, bitter I hadn't given her her dare yet.
"Yeah, what?" Cato perks up, listening. I know he and Clovey like each other but they too big of a pride to do anything about it.
"Kiss Cato," I laugh, "I know you two like each other. So, here's your chance to show it."
They both blush, and Clovey leans in sweeping Cato's hair out of his eyes leaning in whilst Cato slides his hand into her hair...
My mouth clashes against Cato's, hot and passionately. Cato pulls me closer to his now hulking figure. His hands roughly grabbing at my waist in desperation.
"Ah ah," I chide, "Not so fast, Cato."
He groans, before I slip my tongue into his mouth. Not for the first time fireworks erupt from touch of our mouths or bare skin.
"You are no fun, Clovey." He whispers huskily, not releasing me from his grip.
He releases his mouth from mine, breathing heavy. Before attacking my throat, that must be the third hickey this week. He finds my sweet spot and flicks his tongue over it. Making me heave out small moans of pleasure from the touch. Everywhere he touched me left me burning sensation and pleasure, and it wasn't the first time either.
"Might as well play Seven Minutes in Heaven, they haven't stopped yet." I whisper into Peeta's ear.
"Maybe, but let them continue. They're finally getting out their feelings." Peeta whispers back.
"Guys," I whine, "Are you done yet?"
"No!" They both turn to us with bright red faces.
"I-I mean yes. That was the w-worst kiss ever!" Clovey's face wasn't red from out of breath anymore.
"Y-yeah, hated it." Cato mumbled, shifting away from Clovey.
"I'm so going to get you for that, Kat." Clovey growls, spinning the bottle.
We all watch as it lands on...