Sorry I haven't updated before! Really!

I'm very busy with school (as I have already told you) but I've already got some of the story written, so... . But I don't promise anything.

Anyway, enjoy the reading.

CAP9

When he's far enough I get out of the little alley. Where should I go to? There's noway I'm going home. I don't feel like talking to Cato at all.

I'm searching up and down the street for somewhere to spend some time, when my eyes fall in the park where Cato and I used to play. I decide to go there.

When I'm far from the street and into the park I sit in a rock. Suddenly I remember a little Cato and a little Clove running and playing around the wet, cold winter ground.

*FLASHBACK* (3rd persons POV)

-Cato! Cato! -a little Clove says looking for his best friend, who was running ahead of her . She's starting to get afraid.

She's looking everywhere over the clearing when something catches her from behind.

-Ahhhhhh! - all the birds fly out of the trees around the source of the high pitched shriek. Little Clove breathes deeply putting a hand in her chest while an amused Cato takes a step back, trying very hard not to laugh.

-Are.. Re you al..alright? -he can't keep it anymore, so he starts laughing very hard. He stops when a hand hits him rather hardly in the head. When he lifts his his head, looking for the little girl who just hit him, (his hand rubbing the spot where she hit him) he faces a very angry looking Clove.

-Ouch! It hurt.

-You stupid bastard! You scared me to death. I thought it was some animal or another thing. -she tells him angrily while hitting him over and over again in the arm.

-Hey! Stop it! It hurts! And by the way, bastard? I thought you didn't curse.-he stops and helds his arm with his other hand. She stops hitting him while he smiles at the cursing part.

-It's none of your business if I curse or if I don't, and my purpose WAS to hurt you. Anyway, anything else to say? -she says waiting for him to apologize.

-No, what?

-Aren't you even going to apologize? -she asks, arms folded.

-No, I'm not. Now let's go, it's getting very dark.

-Sure, whatever. But I'm not taking with you. -she was (and now a days, lots of years later, still is) very stubborn.

-Would you talk to me if we went to my house and we had four cheeses pizza for dinner?

-Maybe, you'll have to try. -her lips form an almost imperceptible smile.

-Let's go then. -he said offering her his arm. She intertwines their arms and they leave the clearing talking lightly about unimportant things, forgetting completely about their "little argument".

*END OF THE FLASHBACK*

I can't help it but smile at the memory.

~M