Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games :(

You would think that being put in a fight to the death arena would make one more aware of their surroundings, maybe act a little less childish.

Evidently, not for Cato.

'How do I look Clove?' he laughed, tucking a purple coloured flower behind his ear.

Clove glared at a rabbit as it scampered away from the pair. If he was scaring off the wildlife, what were the other tributes thinking?

'Cato,' she huffed, 'Shut the fuck up!'

He pouted at her and she sighed. He may be known across all of Pamen as a brutal killing machine, but if it came down to maturity, Clove won out by a mile.

'Clove,' he said in a sing song voice, and she grimaced, 'I picked you some flowers!'

He outstretched his palm to her, offering a small cluster of the purple things. She brushed his hand away and scowled.

'You know I hate flowers Cato.'

'Yeah,' he battered his eyelashes childishly, 'But ain't I special?'

Her scowled deepened and she turned away and continued walking. What was with him today? She made a silent conclusion in her head not to let him have anymore energy bars.

He was silent for a while, but soon she saw a smirk tugging on his lips and she sighed and braced herself for what was to come.

'Clove,' he said finally, 'What about chocolate?'

She stopped walking and scrunched up her nose. 'Chocolate?'

'Yeah,' he continued, 'Something they have at the Capitol. A dessert or something. They make it with some sort of plant. Trixy was explaining it to me, but I wasn't really listening.'

She rolled her eyes. Of corse he wasn't.

'But she was saying that they would give it to someone they loved, or cared about, so,' his eyes went down cast for a moment, 'I thought, if I had some, I would give it to you.'

His eyes came back up to lock with hers and she felt herself start to blush. She brung her hands up to her checks, and sure enough, she felt the heat rise under her palms.

Scowling more at herself than at Cato for being so vulnerable, she removed her hands from checks with a huff, giving Cato a peek of red from underneath her freckles, and turned to walk away, hair swishing out behind her like a fan and nearly hitting Cato in the face.

'Shut up Cato,' she huffed, acting annoyed, but the colour refused to leave her checks.

He smirked, not cocky, just a smirk, and followed her.

'Yes ma'am.'

A/N: I have returned from my cruise :D

It's all good guys, I didn't die.

YES I MADE CATO AN ADORABLE FLUFFY BUNNY AND YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Sorry, but I reread The Hunger Games and got really sad and depressed when Clove died and I wanted to make Cato adorable.

I'M SORRY :(

I can sorta imagine this, Cato going weird and Clove being the sensible and mature one.

All hands on hips, going 'Cato, put the spear down and act civilised'

And he'd be like 'Yes Clove.'

Just for her ;)

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I REREAD THE HUNGER GAMES

UGH

I was thinking the other day, because my cousin called Clove a bitch, that that really is how she is portrayed up until she dies, and then she's all weak and vulnerable and it makes me cry. But people don't like Clove because of that.

People don't mind Cato because he did that hell heroic speech at the end. If Clove had done something like that, people would think she was ok as well.

It shows that there all just children. That they didn't have a choice, they were born that way.

Ugh. It makes me so depressed :(

Sorry for my very OOC Cato. It's not my fault they both had to die and make me depressed.

Also, I wrote another one of these called 'Flowers', but this one was the better one out of the two. It's pretty much exactly the same, but if you would like me to upload it, let me know.

Review my lovelies

Zoe Renee xxx