Chapter 11:

"Cato, I've gotta pee" Clove said, her legs bouncing and down in anticipation.

"You just peed" Cato replied, annoyed. Their hour and a half drive to his mother's wedding in Napa had turned into at least a three hour one since it was Labor Day weekend and the Bay bridge was out. He was glad they at least gotten an early start, they had taken off right after school instead of at six like they originally planned.

"Yeah, at school, like, four hours ago" she said. "You said we'd get food too and I'm not seeing any of that."

"Fine, next exit I'll get off and you can eat and pee to your hearts content" Cato said sarcastically.

"Why are you in such a bad mood?" Clove asked. Cato tightened his grip around the steering wheel, murmuring something about not being in a bad mood. "You're a terrible liar, Cato" Clove said.

Cato turned towards her, clearly upset. "How am I supposed to be, Clover? My mom is getting married to some guy I've never met and he probably won't know about me until the end of the reception and my mom introduces us."

"How do you know that's going to happen? For all we know she could be waiting for you to get there so she can introduce you to him" Clove said optimistically, taking one of Cato's hands in her own.

"The same thing has happened three times, babe. I'm not meeting the rich pig until they're about to go on their honeymoon" Cato said, looking back towards the slowly moving car in front of him.

"Your mom has ben married three times?"

"Five counting my dad" Cato said.

"Wow" was the only word that came to Clove's mind.

"Yeah and I'm pretty sure she killed one of her husbands" he joked, trying to lighten the mood. That's what he did when he felt uncomfortable he made a joke of it, but Clove didn't laugh. She looked at him, her face lacking any emotion. She didn't blame him for saying it, how could she when he knew almost nothing about her past?

"Clover, you ok" Cato asked her, pulling Clove out of her thoughts about her mother.

"Yeah" she swallowed. "I just really have to pee."

Annie walked gracefully into the mental clinic that Friday to receive odd looks from her fellow patients and friends, but she didn't pay attention to them. She walked to the back of the room and sat down in the chair next to the new boy.

"Hey, Finnick" Annie said and the coppered haired boy looked up from his phone just long enough to take in her appearance.

"Annie, right!" he asked. He had only just started attending the hospital the day before and only remembered the girl because of her eyes. He believed he was seventeen, but was actually twenty four, three years older than Annie. He had been in a car accident when he was seventeen and his mind set never changed. His doctors believed he would be a seventeen year old forever.

"The one and only" Annie said, flipping her long brownish red hair over her shoulder.

Finnick nodded and slid his phone into his pocket. "You look different than you did yesterday" he stated, looking her up and down. She was wearing the revealing skirt and tank top she had found in Clove's closet the day before and lets just say it's exactly what the seventeen year old wanted to see.

"Yeah, my sister and I went shopping yesterday" she lied, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. She had watched Mean Girls 1 and 2 the day before and tons of other high school movies so she would know how to impress the new boy.

"Nice" he smirked.

Annie laughed lightly. "I try" she said and one of the nurses came up to them. "Annie, the doctor will see you now" she said and Annie stood, following the nurse to the doctor's office.

"Talk to you later" she said over her shoulder with a subtle wink. A light blush covered her cheeks since she swore she saw a small bulge in Finnick's pants.

"Was that so bad?" Clove asked Cato as they walked, hand in hand, from the balcony where the ceremony was held to the bottom floor where food were being served.

"Yes" Cato said, pulling at his light blue tie that perfectly matched Clove's dress. Clove was wearing a light blue strapless sundress. The dress was plain, which she liked, except for the row of sunflowers at the hem. Cato was wearing a button up dress shirt with slacks, his jacket thrown over his arm because of the heat. Gale had made sure their outfits complimented each other.

"Would you rather frolic through the grapes?" She asked and Cato burst out laughing.

"Oh definitely" he said sarcastically and suddenly he was pulled to the side and through the rows of grapes that grew in the vineyard. She didn't stop until they couldn't hear the chatter about how beautiful the ceremony was or the repeating track of the pre recorded violins.

"Happy?" She asked, a grin spreading across her face. It was just the two of them and a bunch of grapes.

"I'm with you, of course I am."

Cato looked around the large room containing his family looking for his petite date. She had disappeared when he was talking to his Grandma Effie and he needed to tell her something important. He didn't find her until he looked out the window and saw her sitting on the steps, looking over the poorly lit rows of fruit.

He grabbed his suit jacket off a chair and joined her outside in the cool night. "Hey" he said sitting down next to her.

"Hey" Clove said, rubbing her bare arms, trying to warm them.

"You cold?" He asked, a sly grin on his face. She had ignored his advice to bring a jacket saying "it won't get that cold."

"Maybe a little" she admitted. Cato draped his jacket over her shoulders and his arm wrapping around her waist. "Thank you" she whispered, leaning against him and closing her eyes.

Cato looked down at her and was completely overtaken by her beauty. She looked different than how she did during the day, but he couldn't name how. It reminded him of their first date, standing on the Golden Gate Bridge and he just had to kiss her, but now he felt the need to tell her something that he's need feeling for a long time.

"Clove?" He asked and she looked up at him, a small smile gracing her lips.

"Yeah" she said, her grey eyes looking directly into his blue ones.

"I love you" he said, the words feeling natural and sweet on his lips and a happy feeling washing over him.

His happy demeanour dropped however when Clove's smile disappeared from her face. "You do?" She asked. Her voice sounded unsure, after all it was the first time these three words had ever been directed at her.

"More than I've ever loved someone" he responded.

Clove opened her mouth to respond but she didn't know what to say. She didn't know what love was having never felt it before. But, hell, maybe what she felt for Cato was love. He was by far her favourite person in the whole world and the only one who understood her. She hated being without him and whenever he walked into a room she just felt safe. "I-I love you too" she said, her voice was unsure but after the words left her mouth she knew it was true.

"Are you just saying that?" He asked, hearing the uncertainty in her voice.

"She shook her head. "No, no. I mean it" she said. She placed her hands on Cato's cheeks and told him, no doubt or uncertainty in her voice, "I love you, Cato Hadley." Than their lips crashed together.

A/N: so Clato said I love you. Yeah, big deal especially for Clove. No, there will not be Fannie, not in the traditional sense anyway. I don't think it's going to end well. To those all complaining about me making Annie older, suck it up. Not all story's go the way you want them to and if you have a problem write your own. (Don't you dare copy this story cuz then I'll sue your sorry ass) I might even bring back Annie's five year old mindset, I don't know yet. Hoped you liked the chapter and all that shit.