OKAY I HONESTLY THOUGHT I UPLOADED THIS AGES AGO BUT APPARENTLY I HAVEN'T I'M SO SORRY ANYWAYS
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It's been 2 whole months since truth or dare. We're at the park, enjoying one of the only warm winter days we've had this whole month. There was a time when it rained non-stop for a whole week! It's been nothing but sunny, and we're determined to make it last as long as we can, before tomorrow, when it's due to rain.
I'm sitting cross-legged between Katniss and Gale, waiting for the others to arrive. As they begin to filter through, Cato plonks himself down in front of my, using my bag as his pillow.
"Get stuffed, Cato" I yawn as I pull my bag from under him.
"NO! My precious..." He grabs my bag and stokes it, and I'm laughing so I have to let him use it.
"Hey, what do you guys think would happen if a Dalek got into a fight with Darth Vader?" Asks Ian suddenly. Ian and Cato are practically brothers, they literally grew up next to eachother, and their fathers work for the same company, just like Finnick and Annie's.
"Sit down, Ian, you nerd!" Shouts Glimmer playfully.
"I dunno, man," Mulls Gale seriously. "That's kind of a toughie."
"Well, when you nerds have your priorities settled, could you chuck us the doughnuts?"
Glimmer takes a massive bit of hers, effectively cutting it straight in half.
"Oh good God, I love junk food" She sighs, rolling her eyes into the back of her head. We all look at eachother, because she looks and sounds like she's having an -
"Oi, Clove!" Whispers Gale. He points at Cato's head. He picks up some grass and hands it to me. After I silently mouth '1...2...3!', we delicately sprinkle itk on Cato's gelled blond hair. Gale's plan is foiled though, because just as the first blade of grass hits his head - my blade -, Cato snaps up straight and tackles Gale to the ground before he even knew what hit him, while I'm falling backwards dying of laughter.
"Hey, what's the date, guys?" Asks Katniss
"Wednesday" Replies Peeta
"No, like...the number"
"Um... the 9th, I think."
Holy shit. The 9th. This date doesn't hold any good memories for me. Hang on. It's the 9th of August. Which means -
"HOLY SHIT, ITS CLOVES BIRTHDAY!" Screeches Katniss.
The whole group gasps and attacks me, so I'm basically being graped (group rape) in a park in broad daylight.
Nice.
"Oh, Clove, I'm so sorry, I completely forgot!" Wails Glimmer apologetically, and they're all apologising and saying nice things and asking why I didn't remind them.
"Honestly, I actually forgot until Kitty Kat mentioned it."
"But, your parents?"
"Left for work before I woke up."
"Oh. Well, then, lets go buy you some lunch. On us." Offers Marvel sincerely.
After a delicious meal of chips, meat pies and sausage rolls form the park canteen, I can't stand it. I've spent time socialising and being appreciative, but I have to be on my own for a few minutes.
"Guys," I speak up," I'm going for a walk, okay? Just here. Only for like, 5 minutes."
"Want us to come with?" Offers Ian
"No, thanks. Just gotta absorb what it feels like to be 15!" I tell them with a grin, and I walk off.
I find a nice, quiet spot under a tree, and I sit on the fence posts.
The 9th. Today would have been our 9 month anniversary- shut up, Clove. Why do you even care anymore? Seneca's old news. It's been 4 months! After almost a full 5 months, Seneca Fucking Crane decided he didn't want to be with me anymore. Which was fine.
Until I cried about it.
"Hey, Clove," It's Cato. I sniffle back the tears I hadn't even realised were forming. "What's wrong?"
"Nothings wrong," I tell him, trying to sound upbeat. He gives me a look that tells me he can plainly see what a terrible liar I am.
"It's stupid. Just twelvie relationship problems. Yolo, swag, hashtag ,hashtag, "I tell him with a light laugh.
"What the bloody hell is a twelvie?" Right. Cato lives near the city. It's not likely there are many twelvies there. Except on weekends.
"A twelvie is basically anybody between 12 and 14 that is a total... Yolo swagfag."
He looks at me, still confused.
"They're those girls you see with vans, anklets, high or really low ankle socks, high-waisted shorts, crop tops, iPhones, straightened and dyed hair. Most commonly seen with twelvie boys, who wear baseball t-shirts, vans, skinny jeans or chinos, and snapbacks, and have Bieber hair. They also ride penny boards if there is a beach nearby. The species think they're teenage thugs, too cool for school and all that rubbish, and they talk about love like they're in it-"
I stop, because I was a twelvie and I loved Seneca, I'm not going to deny that. But looking back on it, it was more puppy love, not love love.
"Right. So back to these 'relationship' problems?"
"Honestly, its nothing. Just needed to think it over and get it out of my system."
"Hang on, is this that Seneca Crane guy?"
"Um, yes, how do you know him?" Cato has a dark look on his face.
"He was in our swim team. Real jerk. Like, really."
I scoff "Tell me about it."
"Come on." He holds out his hand to me. "We can worry about Asshole another day. For now, let's enjoy your birthday."
I smile greatfully, and just as I'm about to take his hand, he runs forward and chucks me over his shoulders. After much hitting, I end up with a piggy back ride instead of a Shrek and Fiona.
"Wait, Cato!"
He stops so I can adjust myself.
"Wait for it..."
He crouches ever so slightly. The others have caught a glimpse of us by now and are wondering what we're waiting for, when I yell,
"FOR NARNIAAAAAA!" Cato runs forward, jumping over roots and sticks on our way. Unfortunately, he trips at the last second, and we go rolling over eachother, him landing on top of me. I open my eyes, puffing and laughing, and I find we are ridiculously close. Once he realises this, he quickly rolls off me and helps me up.
"Sorry," He grins sheepishly.
I'm laughing too hard to formulate a response. When I finally catch my breath, I hear Marvel shouting
"WHOO! CHOP IN THERE CATO!" And making a karate like slice repeatedly on his hand.
"Damn, you, you son of a bitch!" Shouts Cato and tackles Marvel to the ground.
"Aww, look, guys. It's a bromance in it's natural habitat" Said Glimmer fondly.
They were in a highly...well... i don't know... provocative? Position. Marvels hand was on Cato's ass, Cato's hand on the back of Marvels neck, Legs wrapped around eachothers waist and Marvel looked like he was about to give Cato a -
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME, MAN!" Screamed Marvel
"Sorry, thought we were posing for Tumblr" Retorted Cato with a grin.
The rest of us stand there, open mouthed, not even being able to register what he just said, much less the provocative poses.
This has been a pretty good birthday, I must say.
SO I HAD NO IDEA HOW TO END THIS CHAPTER AS YOU CAN CLEARLY SEE... THINGS ARE DEFINATELY GOING TO PICK UP IN THE NEXT TWO CHAPTERS, I PROMISE, I'VE ALREADY WRITTEN THEM. I WENT AWAY THIS WEEKEND AND WHY AM I WRITING IN CAPS SOZ IM NOT YELLING I SWEAR
Anyways
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