I don't own The Hunger Games. :O

"Heya Clove." Marvel said, walking into the dark haired girl's cabin. It had been two days since the attack on Camp Capitol and all of the campers were on edge, waiting to see what would happen next.

"Hi Marvel." Clove smiled. She had been lying down with her head dangling off the foot of the bed, but she sat up and moved over so that Marvel could take a seat next to her.

"So, whatcha' doing?" He asked, moving a pillow so that he could sit down.

"Not much. Just thinking, really." She responded absentmindedly.

"I bet I know what you're thinking about." Marvel smirked.

"I bet you do." Clove said, refusing to play along.

"I know you like Cato and all, but…I think you need to move on." He sighed.

"I know that, Marvel. And trust me, I want to move on. But it's hard, you know?" Clove leaned her head against Marvel's shoulder, also sighing. When Johanna had been too violent to go to with her problems, Clove had always gone to Marvel for support.

"I understand, Clove. When I dated Jackie, it took me months to get over her. But I did. I'm just going to be honest here; you're mentally stronger than me. You'll get over Cato in no time." Marvel poked Clove's forehead and she moved her head so Marvel could stand up.

"I suppose so. Was there anything you wanted? Or did you just come here to wallow in my misery with me?" Clove asked, only half joking. Marvel glanced at the framed picture on Clove's nightstand. It was of her, Johanna and Cato when they were ten years old.

"I just came to say that if you ever want to talk to a friend that isn't A: Dating Cashmere or B: A bitch, then you know where to find me. We can do anything you want. See you later, Clove." Marvel smiled and waved before stepping out of the room again. Clove reached under her bed and pulled out her laptop. She flipped it open and typed in her password. Her Facebook page popped up and she started to read through her friends status updates. Clove rolled her eyes when she realised that most of the status were written by Cashmere saying 'I love Cato!' Or 'Cato is my amazing guy!' There were several photos of the two together as well. There was one update from Cato that made Clove laugh. It said 'Help me.' Clove flipped her laptop shut and slipped on her shoes.

"I hope Marvel's in his cabin." She muttered to the empty room before slipping out of the cabin into the heat.

"Clove! Hey, Clove!" Clove turned around, immediately recognizing Cato's voice. He jogged over to her, pulling Cashmere along with him.

"Hey, Cato. Cash." She smiled.

"What are you doing out in the heat of the day? I think half the camp's down by the beach." Cato asked. It was one of the hottest days of the summer, and some of the campers had decided to spend the day at their private stretch of beach.

"I could ask you the same question, you know." Clove laughed.

"Well, I think it's obvious what we're doing." Cashmere grinned.

"I see. I'm heading over to Marvel's cabin. He said I could go do something with him." Clove explained.

"Marvel…Asked you out?" Cato frowned, misinterpreting Marvel's friendly invitation.

"Umm…Yes." Clove lied. A small part of her wanted to make Cato jealous. or at the very least make him aware that she was, in fact, a girl.

"You're going out…With Marvel." Cato frowned.

"Yeah, I guess. It's not a problem is it?" Clove asked, smiling sweetly.

"No. Not at all." Cato said, his whole body stiff.

"Good. I'll see you guys later then." Clove smiled again before turning and running down the path to District One.

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"Marvel, I'm an idiot." Clove groaned, bursting into his cabin. Then she realised he was talking to one of his friends, Messalla.

"You, out. Now." Clove snapped. Messalla got up and ran from the room. Clove flopped down onto the bed opposite Marvel's.

"What did you do now?" Marvel asked, putting his phone to the side so he could listen to Clove.

"I may have told Cato that you…Asked me out." Clove mumbled. Marvel burst out laughing.

"Me? Ask you out? Clove, you're like a sister to me! How did he even believe that?" He spluttered. Eventually, Clove started to laugh with him.

"I know! He went all weird when I told him." She said.

"Sounds like jealousy." Marvel smirked. "So, here's what we'll do. Cato and Cashmere are bound to show up at the beach at some point. We'll go there too. They'll think we're on some kind of date."

"Marvel, you genius boy." Clove smiled, standing up. Marvel stood also and linked their arms. Just as they stepped outside of the cabin, Marvel's eyes widened in realisation.

"What?" Clove asked, worried.

"Cato's going to beat the crap out of me."

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Cato was so unbelievably bored that he felt like he might explode any second. He'd try to listen to Cashmere, realise what she was saying was completely stupid or boring, try to think of something else and find himself thinking about what Clove and Marvel were up to. He had to admit that it made his blood boil when he found out that Marvel, one of Clove's closet friends, had the balls to ask Clove out when Cato himself didn't. He glanced up from the sand and jumped up from his deck chair when he saw Clove and Marvel stood next to the barbeque.

"I'll back in a minute, Cash." He darted off before Cashmere had the chance to reply.

"Hey, Cato." Clove smiled at Cato as he approached her and Marvel.

"Hey, Squirt. Marvel." Cato grinned back at Clove, barely even glancing at Marvel.

"How are you, Cato?" Marvel asked, slinging his arm around Clove's shoulders. Cato internally sighed. He knew it was going to be a long night.

They had been at the beach for four hours, and Cato and Clove had finally managed to find an empty spot on the beach to talk.

"I feel like I haven't spoken to you as much lately as I should have." Cato said honestly.

"I know. We should do something together tomorrow." Clove smiled. Before Cato could say anything, he was interrupted by a scream.

"That sounded like Madge!" Cato said. The two sprinted towards District Twelve. They found Madge stood in front of her cabin. It, and all the surrounding cabins, were covered completely in post-it notes.

"Who did this?!" Madge demanded, pulling a pink post-it note off of the door handle.

"Camp Capitol." Clove replied, eyes blazing.