A/N: Hi guys! Someone was asking for Foxel and I have a plan of how they get together and that's happening later on. I do t think I've said this before, but most- if not all- this stuff is made up by the twisted thing I call a brain. So if something won't happen in real life just pretend for the sake of the story.

Chapter 4:

"My father?" Thresh asked amused. "I'm not falling for that Effie."

Effie put a hand on Thresh's arm. "It's not a joke, Thresh. This man is your father and he's… adopting you."

Thresh's jaw clenched. He remembered his father and all of his memories weren't good ones. "What if I don't want to go with him?" Thresh asked glaring at his father.

"I'm sorry, but you have to" Effie said. Thresh's father smirked.

"Pack your stuff. I'll be around tomorrow to take you home" and with that he walked out the door.


They all stood on the steps of the orphanage bidding Thresh goodbye. "Can we hurry this up?" Thresh's father asked from the front seat of his Chevy.

Thresh gave each of his friends one more hug and got into the car. "See you at school" he said sadly.

His father revved up the engine and they were off. Thresh looked back to the waving teenagers. He didn't feel like he was leaving his friends, but his family.


"Why are you so quiet?" Marvel asked.

Foxy turned her head towards him and shrugged. She had her knees up to her chest and hadn't said much the whole day.

"Maybe she's having a mental breakdown. I've read about those" Katniss said. Foxy narrowed her eyes at Katniss. Katniss rose her hands in surrender and said "ok, so no mental breakdown."

"Well, why are you so quiet?" Marvel asked again.

Foxy shrugged again. "I've just been feeling a bit down. Nothing to worry about" Foxy said nonchalantly, but Marvel saw right threw her façade. He could tell by the look in her eyes that it was more than 'feeling a bit down' that was making Foxy act so weirdly and he was determined to find out what it is.


"Go long!" Gale yelled as Cato ran down the hall. He threw the football and Cato caught it. He was after all the best wide receiver at Panem High.

"Boys!" Effie screamed. "What did I say about football in the house?"

"Don't play football in the house" they all said in a monotone. Effie respected that sentence every time she saw a football, weather or not it was being played with or not.

"Exactly" Effie smiled and walked down the hall. They waited until they couldn't hear the clicking of her heels before Gale threw the football to Cato again.

The door unexpectedly opened and Cato went crashing into it, breaking it in half, while the football made a dent in the wall.

Effie heard the two loud crashes and sprinted up the stairs. She stopped when she saw Cato laying in the remains of a door and a dent in the wall. "That was mahogany!"


"You ok, Cato?" Clove asked stroking Cato's blond hair. Clove sat on the couch with Cato's head in her lap.

"I hate doors" Cato moaned.

Clove smiled. "Don't worry. You kicked that door's butt."

Cato sighed. "Promise me our apartment won't have doors."

"I'm not sure how that would work" Clove said.

"We'd climb in threw the windows. There'd be a window in every room with silk curtains" Cato said closing his eyes and picturing it. "It's going to be perfect."

"As long as I'm with you it'll be perfect" Clove said.

Cato opened his eyes and grinned. "Aren't I supposed to say something cheesy like that?"

"And I'm supposed to day dream about our future life?" Clove grinned.

Cato sat up and pulled Clove close to him, crashing his lips on hers. " I love you" Cato said once they pulled apart.

"I love you too."

A/N: I hope you liked that chapter. Sorry it's short. I just wanted to leave you with something before I go back to school. I'll try and update soon! Please review!