A/N Hey! This is just a short fanfic of Cato and Clove. My first THG fanfic so have pity on me. R&R please. Thanks.
DISCLAIMER! THE HUNGER GAMES IS SUAZANNE COLLINS' PROPERTY
I should be over all the butterflies
But I'm into you
And baby even on our worst nights
I'm into you
Let 'em wonder how we got this far
'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all
Yeah, after all this time I'm still into you ~Paramore, Still into you
Clove's P.O.V.
Today is the reaping day. In district two, this is a big deal. In the academy,18 year-old trainees are chosen to volunteer. Since I am just sixteen, I wasn't chosen. This year's volunteer are Cato and Frea. Cato and I have been best friends since like forever. Also, Cato is the first seventeen year-old to be chosen early. Frea, in short, is a bitch. A crazy one who knows how to throw an ax. Cato, well he is more of a swords guy. Me, I throw knives. It is our family's talent. Throwing knives. My mom was a victor while my dad is a peacekeeper. My mom killed herself when I was 8. I have two sisters named, Crystal and Cyna. My dad rarely have the time off. So, I have to take care of them myself.
So, I woke up my sisters. Crystal is 14 while Cyna is 11.
I prepared them breakfast and I took a shower. I enjoy cold water running through my back. It calms me down.
Then, I dressed myself in my mothers old reaping dress. It was a knee-length red velvet dress. It was short. Short for me I guess.
"Bye! Cris, your dress is on the top of the cabinet. The big yellow box with the blue ribbon. Let us meet at 12 at the square okay? Cy, go to Cato's mom okay?" I said my last remarks.
I go on to meet Cato at the junkyard.
"Hey, nervous?"
"Nope" He replied popping the 'p'
"Killing people and the risk of you being killed isn't enough thrill for you?"
"Kinda."
I took a dagger from the floor and threw it near to Cato's ear. (A/N Divergent Reference. :))
"Afraid yet?"
"Not a slightest, Clover."
"Hey!" I protested like a little kid. I HATED that name.
He laughed.
I punched his shoulder.
He laughed much harder.
"What would you do if you get chosen next year."
"That is not a what if! I will be chosen next year."
"You said so. I just cant wait to see the faces of those sorry ass suckers."
"There's my Cato back."
We laugh. It is nice being with Cato. Really nice. He made me forget all the bullcrap in my mind. We lay down for a while. Talking strategies about the games. Plans we were going to make after Cato wins this and after I win.
A/N: R&R Pwease. 'Cause I'm kinda new to this.