Katniss
The time flew by and before I knew it I was hopping into Cato's Escalade. Marvel starts a conversation. "So tomorrow is your birthday … I was hoping maybe we could do something?" The question is more directed towards Cato but surprisingly Cato is looking at me.
"Uhm sure sounds good." I say smiling. Marvel flashes me two thumbs as Cato pulls up to the driveway so does Gale and his friend. I can feel staring I glance seeing Peeta I believe his name is? Staring. Creeper. I shuffle quickly as possible as I feel Cato tug me towards the direction of the house.
I stand up in our- as in Cato and I's– large bedroom. It's queen sized bed which Cato must have fixed is decorated in Forest green spread and grey pillows the color of my eyes. The grey walls had nice green trim and the TV beared not a hint of dust. Cleaner than usual. Hmmm Cato must have cleaned.
Downstairs I hear the TV flick on and the sound of the DVD player. A soft on the door makes me jump slightly, Jo pops her head in. "Movie Night." She says. I nod motioning her to help me get the blankets and pillows from the cabinet.
Here we are stuck trying to think of a movie. "Magic Mike?" I instantly put my hands on my cheeks to cover my blush.
"Yassss!" Johanna yells high fiving me. Cato raises an eyebrow at Marvel obviously not knowing what the movie is.
"No way! I am not watching Channing Tatum strip to dance in a G-String! Nope not happening!" Cato raised an eyebrow at me shaking his head no. I'm pretty sure I pouted for about 5 minuets that didn't work.