AN: This is the last one-shot. :) This one is set during the night before the Games. I hope you enjoy reading this.

Late at night, he knocks on her door. He has no idea what he's doing, but he needs to talk to someone.

"What is it?" he hears her call out from inside. He hears her flicking the light switch and walking to the door. The door opens, revealing her.

It takes a moment, but soon she focuses on the boy standing in front of her. "Cato?" she asks, wondering why he's here.

He shoves his hands inside his pockets, not sure about what to say. He shrugs, deciding to tell her the truth.

"I couldn't sleep," he tells Clove.

"Nervous, huh?" Clove asks again.

He nods, "Can I come in?"

Clove moves away from the door and sits on her bed as Cato walks into her room. Cato pulls a chair and sits beside her bed.

"Well? Why are you here?" Clove flops down on her bed, waiting for an answer.

"I don't really know. I don't know what's wrong with me. Everything is just so wrong!" he starts rambling. "I've trained for this for the whole of my life! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?"

"Cato! Calm down!" she sits back up and yells at him. "Cato, calm down. Pull yourself together."

He sighs, realizing that he had just screamed at his district partner. He grits his teeth and gets up from his chair. Cato runs a hand through his hair and starts walking to the door.

"Sorry, Clove. I didn't mean to do that," he says, glancing back at her.

Clove nods, following Cato. "Uh, that's fine. Go get some rest, tomorrow is a big day."

He hesitantly gives her a small smile, "Good luck, Clove. I hope it won't come down to the two of us."

"You'd probably kill me," she chuckles.

"But you won't go down without a fight," he shrugs, smiling slightly. "Anyways, I have to go. Like you said, go get some rest. Tomorrow's a big day, remember?"

"Yeah, tomorrow is a big day," she says, watching his retreating back. "Good luck to you too, Cato."

"Thanks Clove," he looks at her once more, before walking away back to his room.

Clove stands there, leaning on the door. She watches her district partner shoving his hands into his pocket, walking briskly. She sighs, praying that it won't come down to the two of them. She doesn't think that she'd be able to kill him.

Okay, so that is all with my Clato one-shots. I hope you enjoyed reading them. Please leave a review. :)

-PaintingFlames