[Because when all is said and done, they both go their separate ways. Cato and Clove go home.]
Pairing(s): Clato, Glato, Glarvel, maybe even a little Clarvel if you squint closely.
Summary: So, you're an almost-cynical boy in love with a completely-crazily-cynical girl.
POV: third, Clove/Cato centered
Warning(s): possibly triggering, some cuss words, punk rock/pop music, maybe a little steamy stuff, *SPOILER ALERT* character death
Rating: Borderline R/M (Mid-High T) for mentions of self harm, drinking, and smexual stuff
Note(s): Ah, so my inspiration was this fic based off of Jasper and Liper (PJO) called "it's funny how it rained all day" with the title taken from "Remembering Sunday" by All Time Low. Anyways, the song came on my phone while I was in the shower and ATL are my bbys so this is what came from it. I also listened to Bullets from My Chemical Romance while writing this so if it's angsty and such, then, well... you know. Oh, and the title is taken from a line in "Remembering Sunday".
"He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes Started making his way past 2 in the morning"
It's always like that for them. Always in love with each other, but not at the same time. And time is really all that's stopping them from being together.
Oh, but then there's her. His beautiful, perfect girlfriend who he loves too much to let go of. Because that's CatoandGlimmer and they're a couple.
But then, they're CatoandClove and they've been friends for forever, and they love each other. But never at the same time, because they're too similar and never want what they have.
So they fuck, have sex, whatever.
And then they'll sleep at her's for awhile before he leaves and then she's just heartbroken, because she loves him in the unconditional way that he can barely like her in.
He'll take whatever from her kitchen, and then he'll leave.
"We can't keep doing these type of things," she'll say, but he's not even listening.
"You say that every time and nothing changes," he'll smirk and maybe that's the thing about them. They never change.
So what if she's stupid?
So what if she likes to deny her feelings?
Cato will always leave and then Clove will always sit in her lonely apartment, in her lonely bed, holding something that doesn't make her feel as lonely, and cry.
Because they're CatoandClove and they've been doing that since they were seventeen and she get's that she can't have more than that, but it doesn't stop her from wanting it.
So they're seventeen and they've known each other forever, but she wants to lose her virginity but he won't let her do it with just anyone.
So CatoandClove do it with each other for their first times because they're bestfriends and it happens at a concert in the band's bus, but they have each other and maybe it's okay.
And then, a week later, he get's a girlfriend and her name is Glimmer and she and Clove are friends.
Clove thinks that maybe you'll break up with her, but he never does.
"He hasn't been sober for days"
"It's been four and a half years, Cato," she'll say and he'll give that stupid smile that he's had since he was six.
"Four and a half years, not long enough"
He says that he's practically made of stone, but so is she, she just has a few more cracks.
{But she has more cracks, because of you, doesn't she, animal?}
Yes, he's the reason she has so many cracks.
Marvel is turning twenty-one and maybe Clove is just waiting to get drunk off of her ass.
{She wants to get shit-faced because she needs to forget about you, big shot.}
"Now, this place seems familiar to him She pulled oh his hand with a devilish grin She led him upstairs, she led him upstairs Left him dying to get in"
Maybe when she does get absolutely, shit-faced, and stumbles into Cato's (and Glimmer's but she doesn't like to think they share things) apartment, twenty-one-plus-some-more and totally drunk, he gets one chip in his unbreakable heart.
{It's only fair, ain't it, Blondie?}
Because she threads her pale fingers in his pale hair and then blue meets a plethora of colors and bam! they're in love at different times again.
And when they fall asleep, Glimmer still isn't home but none of them care because they could have been together by now.
"Forgive me, I'm trying to find my calling I'm calling at night"
Glimmer can call all she wants, but he won't answer the door, because he's asleep in their bed with her bestfriend.
{But, poor, naïve GlimGlim, doesn't know that, does she, Pretty Boy?}
And she goes to Marvel's because she knows he's not drunk off his ass.
{You just gonna let your girl go like that, eh?}
Marvel calls him too, but still no answer and Glimmer is really regretting not bringing her keys, because she's covered in rain water and shivering and her boyfriend just fucked her bestfriend.
{Oh, yeah, she has no idea you're with someone else.}
It's been raining a lot.
So, Glimmer accidentally leaves the door open when she changes and Marvel walks by and it's his birthday so she let's him touch her and look at that, Pretty Boy; your bestfriend and girlfriend.
{Not so nice when the shoe's on the other foot, is it?}
"I don't mean to bother, but have you seen this girl? She's been running through my dreams"
And then, Cato finally get's dreams and they're of the girl next to him.
Because he rolls over and brushes against her wrists and then he can feel them.
{Didn't know she cut her wrists like webs, pretty boy?}
No, he didn't know she did this and in his dreams, he's chasing her, but she's not even around him.
{Do you know how she feels, now, Blue Eyes?}
"Even though she doesn't believe in love, he's determined to call her bluff"
Maybe, she is so cynical after all.
At least that's what she tells herself when she's cutting her wrists to ribbons.
"He pleads though he tries, but he's only denied, now he's dying to get inside"
There's too much banging on her door and her older sister always said that love would drive you mad.
But she's not crazy...
Just cynical.
She can hear him pounding on her bathroom door, but she finally has an escape.
{Because, you made her just that cynical, hot stuff.}
By the time, he's in, she's laying on the bathroom floor with and empty bottle of pills, a half-bottle of Jack, and blades covered in blood.
{Too late, again.}
"The neighbors say she moved away, funny how it rained all day"
And maybe, on the day of her funeral, he's crying.
Because now, he's just that cynical, because you're gone.
And maybe on the day of her funeral, it rains all day.
His dad always said that when it rained, it was the angels crying.
{Oh, but she wasn't an angel, handsome. Far from it.}
No, but she's an angel to him and that's all that matters.
{Because you were all that mattered to her, dumbass.}
"I didn't think much of it then, but it's starting to all make sense"
So maybe, he should have paid more attention to her and not have taken her for granted.
And maybe, he should have asked about her wrists.
{Too late, Prince Charming.}
But he doesn't even have MissPerfectGlim anymore because she found some of Clove's shit at her place and some of Cato's at Clove's.
{How does it feel to be alone?}
He doesn't even care anymore, because now, he's just that cynical.
"I guess I'll go home now, I guess I'll go home"
But, the question, Prince Charming, now that your one true love is gone,
Where is home?
{and I think you're too cynical and scared to answer that. Am I right, handsome?}