A/N: This is day two! Or cyber relationship with the pairing Cato and Clove. I honestly have no idea what I've just written. Anyway...
Iris: I thank ya so much for your review/lesson in grammar. I tired to write dialogue that wasn't breaking rules (in this fic), and if you're reading this can you point out if I did anything wrong? Thanks.
"Clove? Your name is Clove?" The blonde boy on the screen of Clove's laptop asked. "Like a clove of garlic? Like the spice?"
The boy began to chuckle, and soon was full blown laughing. Clove could barely hide the furry on her face, and the rising anger in her tightened chest didn't help her mood.
"Well, at least it's English! Not some stupid Latin!" She snapped back - referring to his name, Cato. "Look idiot, I'm not in the mood to talk to you. It's my idiotic "friend's" idea to Skye a random stranger, and an selfish, moron at that!"
Cato looked taken aback. His ice blue eyes widen with surprise, "So you do have a voice. For someone so small, you have quite the temper. I think you'd better get that under control."
"Well I'm small, but at least my brain is compact with knowledge and cleverness. I'm not some blonde who's more brawn than brain," Clove taunted. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she liked Cato. His spunk, his 'I-don't-give-an-f-about-life' attitude, and taunting nature was all turn ons for Clove, but she would never show it to Cato - that would only feed his ego.
"Clove!" Cato yelled, "you still there? Earth to Clove?"
"What!"
A brown haired guy walked into the frame of the camera and commented, "Dude, you should totally invite this girl over!" Cato quickly pushed him out of the frame.
"Marvel, get out of here! Shouldn't you be flirting with Glimmer?" He turned to Clove, "Ugh! How does this work, Marvel says I should have you over."
Clove raised an eyebrow and teased, "You know that's not an invitation. You can say it Cato - Latin lover. No ones going to judge you besides me."
Cato stuck up his middle finger at Clove, "Fine then weirdo, will you come over?"
"I would, but I don't know where you live," Clove pointed out while she tried to keep her cheeks from flaming up, and showing Cato she kind of was turned on.
"Oh yeah," Cato said sheepishly. "I'll email you directions. Say what's you email anyway?"
"Why you want to know?" Clove retorted. "Want to stalk me? I can't help I'm gorgeous."
Cato rolled his eyes, "You'd be more gorgeous if you weren't so cocky, and no I don't want to stalk you. I just want to send you a damn map."
"So," Clove drawled. "It's a date."