Katniss' Pov
It's good to be back. If Cato thought I didn't miss him, he's wrong. I missed and his stupid messy blonde hair. And his sculpted face and icy blue eyes. I missed him.
And I missed my friends. It was weird. Marvel was all that was left of our family and I had never been that far from him. Nor that long away from him. I missed Clove with her weird secretive smile and green eyes. I missed Gale and all his similarities to me. He reminded me of home. He reminded me of me.
My eyes watch carefully as Cato scans the living room. He stops at me and gives a sly smile.
"Hey." He says plopping down next to me.
"Hey." I grin. I try to stop it but it only grows.
"I missed you." He admits. And I know then, that I screwed up his life.
"I'm sorry." I say my smile disappearing.
"At least you're back." He says icy blue eyes surveying me.
"I suppose." I joke. At least, it's meant to be a joke.
"You still look like the same Katniss." He says smirking.
"I still am the same Katniss." I snap back jokingly.
"No. That Katniss was mine." And the way he says that makes me shiver. His face goes serious, he growls out the word 'mine', teeth baring in a sharp and perfect way.
"Who said she still wasn't." I say back. Flashing the sharp canines in my mouth.
"Fish boy begs to differ." He says rolling his eyes. I know they've gotten closer. The nickname is a joke that he likes to call Finnick. Speak of the devil. His head peeks in the door.
"I heard my name. Aw. Are you guys starting a fan club for me now?" He says throwing a hand over his heart in a joking manner.
"As if." Cato mutters.
"What's that Muscles. You mean you don't want all of this." Finnick says running a hand over his sculpted body. I'm glad the conversation has become lighter.
"You're not really my type." Cato says flashing a smile as Finnick gasps and falls to the floor pretending to faint.
"I am everybody's type." He says putting a hand over his heart.
"Apparently not." I joke.
"Oh your brother begs to differ. In fact, he begs for a lot of things." He jokes sending a wink. Marvel enters right as he says that. Face screwed in disgust.
"Did you have to bring me in this? You couldn't choose Gale." Marvel whines.
"Are you kidding me? I don't want STDS. Oh poor the Clove." Finnick says pulling a face. Cato's face is red from laughter and is pushed into the couch pillow muffling the sounds. I'm beginning to laugh my cheeks become to fill with air. Marvels rolling on the floor laughing. Literally. And Finnick looks accomplished.
It takes us 5 minutes to stop laughing. And then we look at each other and start laughing again. We are finally serious again. Until Gale walks in with Clove. We all share a look before looking at Gale and howling like hyenas. He and Clove share a confused look before stepping over our rolling bodies. Finnick looks up from his phone from his spot on the couch and cracks a huge smile.
"Are they high?" Clove whispers to Finn.
"Nah. Just a good joke." He says glancing at Gale.
It's been a while since I laughed this hard. And I've missed it.