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A/N: Sorry I couldn't get this up for Christmas! :( I wanted to, but I was a TAD busy yesterday, as you can imagine. Did everyone have a happy Christmas? Did you get nice presents? Have you been shopping in the Boxing Day sales yet? I went this morning at 6AM... 6AM! I feel so tired now... And half of the stuff I bought, I'll probably take back -_-

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Clove's father danced about the kitchen, muttering foul words as he attempted to find the correct cooking utensils. Clove stood watching him, unsure whether to laugh at him or help him; so she did neither, choosing to just be content in watching the hilarity continue. For the past few weeks they had survived on Korean – Clove's preferred cuisine – and Indian – her father's – takeaways and, as much as she loved the food, she had finally put her foot down, demanding that he cooked something for once. It wasn't that Clove was becoming tired of the bibimbap she ordered every single time, it was just that she didn't want to get to that stage. Having something too much generally made you sick of it. Her father had these thoughts similarly but did not voice his opinion, not wanting to be thrust into the position he was in now. On the occasions he did cook – which were few and far between – the food created fell far from what he had expected. He usually burnt it and the only way it could be eaten was with at least a glass of water with each bite.

"Need any help, father?" she called sweetly from the comfort of the doorway. He turned and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek, underneath the cut. It was healing but had taken far too long for his liking. The cut was deep and it didn't help that Clove picked at her scabs when she was bored.

"You're an angel." he replied as she pushed him away from the chopping board. He tried to ignore the way she held the knives – with reverence – and the skill she had when using them. She cut the vegetables neatly and quickly, moving onto the chicken breasts.

"What are you even cooking?" she asked, eyeing the dry noodles he brought out from a packet. He grinned.

"Noodles, chicken and vegetables fried in a pan."

Clove snorted.

"Stir fry?"

"Yeah, sure. Now what do I do?" He looked lost. She laughed and directed him, trying to keep her tone as patronising as it could possibly be.

Clove's phone buzzed as they settled down. She ignored it and dug into the noodles, groaning at the taste. She loved food and was constantly snacking, she never ate the same thing twice a day. The noodles were a bit too chewy for her taste and somehow her father had managed to burn the vegetables a bit, but she didn't mind, she was used to it.

I wonder if it would taste weird perfectly cooked. She contemplated this but was disrupted by her phone once again.

"No phones at the table," her father managed to say, but it was garbled because he was chewing a mouthful of food. She frowned at him.

"Chew with your mouth closed," she scolded.

"Yes, mother."

The phone buzzed for the third time and she snatched it up, unlocking it, before staring at her inbox.

Three texts. All as confusing as each other. The first was simple.

Hey.

The second was confusing.

It's Cato.

The third was demanding.

Text back.

So she did.

STOP.

She put her phone back down on the table, satisfied that he wouldn't be bugging her again. How did he even have her number...? Buzz. Buzz. Her father glared at the electronic device.

"Get it to shut up!" he cried out.

"I'm trying!" she cried back. "Ah, this idiot!"

You didn't think that would actually block me?

Yes, yes she did. Or she had hoped at least. She ignored the jibe, typing,

How'd you get my number?

Like the first text, the reply was one word.

Mellark.

She laughed out loud and her father raised an eyebrow.

He wouldn't do that.

Oh yeah, how do you know we're not close?

She didn't and cursed inwardly, knowing if she said what she was thinking out loud, her father would kill her. She stood up, holding her plate in one hand, her phone in the other. Her father protested.

"Where do you think you're going?! You haven't even finished!"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not hungry anymore." She reached into the mini-freezer inside the fridge and pulled out a small tub of Ben & Jerry's.

"Oh yeah," her father called, sarcasm leaking into his tone. "You're really not hungry."

"I love you," Was her reply. She said that a lot, she realised.

Trudging upstairs, she wondered why on Earth Peeta had given Cato, of all people, her number. She would've been okay with Marvel having her number. Hell, after 'mathletics', she was pretty sure the boy was an absolute diamond of a friend.

Cato sat on the sofa in his living room, laughing to himself. Clove was pissed off and that only made his smile grow wider. His sister, Demi, was sitting next to him, wondering what the fuck was wrong with him.

"Hey, resident idiot," she said, poking his ear with her long, and painted black, nail. "Why so cheery?"

He snorted. "It's 'Why so serious?' Aren't you the resident idiot?"

"Only resident idiots don't get puns."

"That was not a pun."

She leaned over and caught sight of his phone screen. She elbowed his side.

"Who's Cloooove?" Cato hissed in pain. Her elbow was bony.

"Someone I'll be getting off with in the near future." He shrugged.

Demi chuckled and elbowed him again. "She doesn't seem to into you."

Cato's eyes glinted. "Hell, yeah, she is."

"Not."

"Is."

"She is so fucking not."

They'd usually end up arguing for hours. Both of them had ridiculously large egos and pride to match it. If the argument wasn't settled quickly enough, it would become a war that lasted, potentially, for months.

"BAD WORD!" A high-pitched voice shrieked.

They both turned around, open-mouthed, to find a fairy in their living-room. It was their little sister, Celeste, six years old and looking adorable in her fairy costume. She was the opposite of what Demi had been as a child, loving and kind. Demi had been the type to fry ants with a magnifying glass, or so Cato had heard. Whether it was true or not could be debated.

"You're a fairy today," Demi sang, picking the girl up onto her knee. Celeste didn't give up that easily.

"NAUGHTY DEMI!" Celeste could scream the house down when she wanted to.

Cato couldn't hide his delight. Despite her obvious biasness towards anything with pink and frills, he was slowly turning her into his 'mini-female-me'. At least, that's what he told her.

"Aren't you such a good girl?" he cooed, holding his arms out. She jumped into them and poked him in the ear, just like Demi had. Unfortunately, it seemed Demi was also influencing her a bit, too.

"I'M A FAIRY." Cato winced and wished her finger handed stayed in his ear.

"Yeah, sure, baby,"

"FAIRY!"

Cato sighed, giving up. Celeste giggled and snuggled into his chest. He checked his phone. No new texts.

This girl was infuriating. He tossed his phone to Demi.

"What should I say?"

She snickered, "Why? Are you off your game because she won't reply?"

Cato gave no answer.

"Fine, how about I start like this? Dear, Clove. I am looking forward to seeing you at school tomorrow-" She paused for a second. "- And I love you."

The phone was out of her hands in a second flat, Cato pressing the delete button as fast as he could. Thankfully, he had a quick reaction time.

Girls, he thought.

Clove paced around her room, clutching her phone. He hadn't sent any more texts, but was that because she hadn't replied? She shook her head. She didn't need to send him a reply. It was okay to just let it hang like that.

She thought that, but in the end, she still tapped out a message on the keyboard and sent it.

See you tomorrow.

Three words made Cato forget about the two girls sat next to him.

See you tomorrow, he thought back, grinning like an idiot.

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P.S. IF YOU HAVEN'T TRIED BIBIMBAP, IT'S HEAVEN. GOOGLE IT.