AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi. This is my first fanficton so don't expect that much. Thank you.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Hunger Games. All credits go to Suzanne Collins.
Clove sighed.
She couldn't sleep.
Again.
With the same reason: the Hunger Games.
Being in the Hunger Games was, to be honest, a bit… frightening.
Sure, she's the best knife-thrower in her District but what if… she dies?
Most importantly, what if Cato dies?
Yes, Clove is in love with her best friend, Cato.
Clove and Cato has been best friends forever. They first met when Clove was 5 years old and Cato being 6 years old while they were being trained for the Hunger Games. Clove's eyes got attracted by the knives area at the side. She walked over and threw them exactly at her target, obviously. Cato saw her and was impressed. He ran to her and tapped her on the shoulder. Clove turned around. Cato put his hand forward.
"Hi." Cato smiled, "My name is Cato. What's yours?"
"I'm Clove." said Clove, shaking his hand.
And from that day on, they were always together while Clove's feelings became stronger.
Anyway, Clove tossed and turned in her bed, still not being able to sleep.
She sighed, knowing that tossing and turning won't work. So, she got up from bed, put on her slippers and went outside of her room.
I guess I'll be going to the roof tonight, she thought, again.
As she was walking, she noticed a silhouette of another human at the end of the hallway.
Clove walked closer, as did the silhouette did.
She realized it was none other than, Cato.
Clove smiled.
"Hi Cato." she greeted.
"Hey Clove." Cato smiled back, "Where're you going?"
"The roof."
"Couldn't sleep?"
"Yeah. You?"
"Same."
Clove just nods.
It was weird. For some reason, it was really awkward. A really awkward silence, this was.
But fortunately, Cato broke it.
"You want to go up there?" he asked, "Together?"
"Sure." Clove agreed, smiling inwardly.
So they went up to the roof.
Clove saw the beautiful night sky and sighed.
She realized she's been sighing a lot lately.
She went to the side and put her hands on the railing.
"So," Cato spoke, making Clove jump, "You couldn't sleep, right?"
"Yes."
"Nightmares?" asked Cato.
"No." Clove answered, "Just… nervous, I guess."
"About what?"
"Well, we're in the Hunger Games, Cato." said Clove, "It's actually, a bit-"
"Scary?" Cato guessed.
Clove nods.
"I've been having some nightmares." stated Cato.
Clove looked at him with a confused look on her face. Is he being serious?
"Yeah." he said, "I have."
Clove takes his hand and intertwines her fingers with his, trying to comfort him.
"About you."
She freezes. Could he actually… feel the same?
"Dying."
"I've been scared of you dying too, Cato." Clove responds.
Cato looked shocked. As if he can't believe what she was saying. But his expression changed and instead he smirked.
"So…" Cato said, taking a step closer to her, "Does that mean… you…"
With every pause he makes, he takes a step closer while Clove steps farther until her back is on the wall, not able to escape.
"Love…" he continued.
She held her breath, knowing what's coming next.
"Me… Back…?" Cato finally completed his question, lowering his head, making his lips inches away from hers.
"Yes." Clove breathed, and filled in the space between each other's lips.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: And they have sex after. LOLOLOL. Just kidding. Anyway, sorry if it's a bit… crappy. But I hope you liked it. Please rate and review. Thanks! :D P.S. Sorry if I ruined the moment lol.