Cato's Rose : Chapter two

A.N.

Hey everyone. This is my newest Fantasy Fan Fiction. It's about a girl, Rosemary *Rosie* who is Clove's older sister and it's about her *friendship* with Cato. (She is a year older than Clove and is the same age as Cato) The next chapter...

Rosemary's POV

"So…." I say.

"So…." Cato repeats as I playfully swat him.

"HOLY! Ehmagawd! Its 6 o'clock! We got to go, Cato." If we don't get home in like 5 seconds, I will so be dead!" I scream.

"Like they will kill you," Cato says.

"They won't let me come here with you anymore or let you stay for dinner tonight," I threaten with a little smirk on my face.

"What are you waiting for? LET'S GO!" Cato screams and pulls me to my feet. Together we run under the fence and all the way back to my house.

"Hurry!" Clove calls, she sees us from her bedroom window and ushers us to hurry. We run even faster and we get into my house just as my mom is calling us for dinner.

"Mum!" I yell, like I have been here the whole time, "Can Cato stay for dinner?"

"Sure, Rosemary," Mum says, "Thyme! Set another place at the table." I flash a smile at Cato, and he squeezes my hand. We go to the dining room, and Cato drops my hand.

Cato's POV

"Thank you," I say to Rosie's mom as she puts a steak and some greens in front of me.

"How was your day?" Rosie's dad asked us.

"I went and did more training," Clove said. I swear, from the amounts of training she does, she'll have to win one day.

"That is absolutely great." Rosie's mom says to her.

"I went to the park and ran around," Thyme charms in.

"Fabulous, what about you Rosemary?" Her dad asks.

"Well, I did some writing for history class, and then I practiced throw my darts. After that I went down to the lake with Cato." Rosie tells her parents. She doesn't tell them what we did at the lake, and knowing her father, he will ask.

"So what did you do at the lake?" Her dad pressed.

*sigh* I thought.

"Nothing much," Rosie says quickly.

"We just sat in the meadow." I tell them.

Rosemary POV

We eat the rest of the dinner in silence. When dinner is over and Cato has to leave, I say, "I'll walk you, out."

"Alright," Cato replies.

"So... Tomorrow is reaping day," I say again, "Promise you won't volunteer?" I ask.

"I meant what I said Rosie, all of it," Cato says.

"You won't leave everyone?" I joke.

"I'll miss mainly you." Cato says.

"Good night," I say blushing like crazy. Then Cato gives me a hug and then leaves. I stare out in to the streets after him, he turns back and waves. He smirks and then walks off.

A.N.

Okay, I'm sorry I didn't make it longer. I PROMISE, PROMISE, PROMISE to make the next chapter longer. It's the reaping for the 72nd hunger games. Wonder who our tributes would be…. I have been really busy this past week. Went back to Niagara Falls with my friends. It was ah-mazing! Will try NAWT to break ma promise. Oh thanks to those people who gave me reviews or added me on story/author favourite/alert.

Sorry,

Angie