The Victory Tour! (: for some of Chloe's featured outfits, go to Polyvore .com and type in my username 'basketball1029' The Victory Tour set is there, too, so be sure to check it out! I'm working on posting all the outfits. I honestly love this chapter, Chloe and Cato are so immature and real and childish. (:

Chloe DeBenedetto

"Chloe, Chloe, Chloe…" he hits my head lightly, begging me to awaken.

"Go away, Cato," I push his hand away, drifting off into sleep once more. He continues, tapping my head again and again. "Get lost!"

"But I need someone to make me breakfast…" he pouts. I groan, overcome with laziness.

"Make it yourself!" I snap, turning my body away from him.

"Victors don't make themselves breakfast," I can tell he's smirking, even though I can't see it.

"Fuck you," I joke, standing up, punching his arm as hard as I can. He chuckles and pushes me off of him - I was always weak with hand-to-hand combat.

"What are we having today, babe?" he rubs his hands together hungrily, following me out of the bedroom, then places his hands on my shoulders, leading me forward.

"Oatmeal," I say. "Out of the packet."

"Shit! I hate that stuff," he frowns, shaking his head.

"Sucks to be you," I grin with amusement. I'm not yet familiar with his home, since this is the second day I've been here. It's like a barricade in Cato's house; no one enters, no one exits.

"Please make me something good," he nags. "Please, Chlo. A Victor like me needs protein and -"

"Fine," I sigh, tired of his annoying complaints.

"And you have to serve it with a smile."

"Fine!" I repeat, suddenly a million times happier, dipping my arm in a sarcastic gesture. I open the door to the refrigerator to pick out some eggs and maybe a little bacon. There's absolutely nothing in there.

"What the hell?" I glare at him.

He shrugs. "Victors don't go food shopping."

"Will you shut up about the fucking Victor crap?" I say, jumping on his back. "Let's go outside."

"In our pajamas? Without breakfast?"

"YOLO," I reply - I heard that was a popular phrase back in 2012, which was like, a million years ago. Of course I'm exaggerating, but you get the point - it was a long, long time in the past.

"True dat."

"Never say that again."

"Right. Sorry," he throws open the door and the cool air wraps itself around my body. I shudder, taking a deep breath. Life fills my lungs. It's good to be alive again. He throws me down on the lawn and I stare at the clouds for a second.

"I have the best idea. Let's play truth or dare," Cato likes this suggestion and jumps right on it.

"Truth or dare?" he asks, that signature smirk plastered on his face.

"Dare," I reply with an epic attitude.

"Take off your pants and run around Victor's Village," he commands, raising his eyebrows.

"No wait, truth," I change it quickly. There are Victors of all ages here, and I don't want to creep them out, nor do I want them to start creeping on me. He shakes his head, stifling a laugh.

"You can't change it. You have to do the dare," he says seriously. "Take off your pants or I'll do it for you."

"That sounded really creepy, Cato, didn't know you were Pedo-bear now." I look at him disgustedly, but the cold look breaks into a giggle. "But I guess your right; a dare's a dare."

After removing my pants, I lap Victor's Village once and cartwheel back to him. He's laughing hysterically. "Old Man Chesterfield was watching you the whole time," he's rolling around in the grass, eyes closed. "Look at 'em, on his porch over there!"

"That's gross," I scowl, but join in on the laughter soon enough. I reach for my sweatpants but he snatches them and takes off running, outside Victor's Village and into the Town Square of District 2.

"You know I can just go inside and get a pair of yours!" I call after him.

"Good luck finding a clear pair of pants, babe!" he yells, his voice farther and farther away. "Victors never do laundry!"

"Damn it!"

Three weeks later of goodhearted fun with Cato, ignoring the world outside of us, the stylists and prep teams are all here to make us look pretty for our (I mean 'his') Victory Tour. Starting from District 12 to 1, but 2 would be saved for last since that was our home District. It's early now, six o'clock in the morning, but the Tour starts at ten, so we need time to get ready.

Evianna, Aubrena, Alexandrie, and Fastrada stomp through the door without knocking and tackle me in a group hug. "You were gone," said Evianna, holding me tight. "But now your back." The others voiced their agreement, and we all exchanged hi's.

"I told you I would be back," I smile, and hug Fastrada again. She's always been my favorite, out of all of them.

"Hello," a thick-accented voice greets behind me. I spin around and come face to face with a short, green-haired male with skin as white as snow with intricate gold swirls. "I'm Cato's stylist, Gerome."

"Nice to meet you," I stick out my hand and nod at his prep team.

"Now let's make you look glam-or-us!" Fastrada shrieks, telling me to sit down so they can begin making me look like a beauty queen.

Three hours later, my hair is as straight as sticks and my make-up is perfect. Cato had his suit on and hair done a while ago, but hey, I'm a girl, what do you expect? It takes a while to look this good.

Once again, Evianna removes the plastic over my dress: strapless and creamy off-white with diamonds along the waist. She slips it on me and Aubrena clasps a pearl necklace around my neck along with some pearl earrings. Fastrada takes the mascara brush and makes one last adjustment. Alexandrie takes me hair and splits the part right down the middle. "Excellent," she mutters.

Gerome and his prep team enters the living room and gives Evianna a pat on the back. "Phenomenal!" he says excitedly, circling around me. "Extraordinary! A beautiful design, Evianna. Wife of the Victor! I see it now."

A prep team member pulls Cato into the living room, and he hears this comment. "Wife of the Victor?" he mocks. He wraps me up in a hug. "You look gorgeous."

"You don't look horrible, for once," I smirk, ruffling his hair.

Gerome gasps. "No touching his hair!"

"Sorry," I stick my tongue out at him. Cato made me feel like a little kid again, and I could just be myself.

"Zorrelia will be here any minute, Maddie and Will with them. We'll be going with you, too," Evianna motions towards herself, Gerome, and the prep teams.

Cato smirks. "Let's get this show on the road."

"District 12, bah-da-dum, District 12, here we come, District 12, bah-da-dum…" Cato and I have been singing this song for about three hours straight, even coming up with a little dance.

"Wait, what comes after the hip thrusts?" I ask, not remembering the choreography.

"Bring it low," he reminds me.

"Oh, right!" I hit my hand on my head as if to say 'duh.'

"District 12, bah-da -"

"I'm going to go fucking crazy!" Maddie bangs her head into the wall. "Shut up with that stupid song, damn it!"

"- here we come, District 12 -"

Stepping onto the stage in District 12's Town Square, suddenly the whispers stop. The fallen Tributes' families stand on little platforms off to the side. Cato killed both Katniss and Peeta. I try not to make eye contact with them.

Cato taps the microphone, sending an earsplitting noise throughout the ghost town. "I'd just like to say, it's been a pleasure killing both of your Tributes."

"What he means to say," I smile, ripping the mic from him, "is that we're very sorry for your losses. And -"

"But, hey, at least they survived the bloodbath! That's a first!" says Cato, draping his arm around me.

"Shut up!" I hiss, and bring the microphone up to my mouth again. "Both Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark displayed signs of great courage -"

"Why did you get to live?" a little girl with blonde French braids screams from the losers' platform. "Why couldn't Katniss live instead?"

"Because Chloe is more awesome than Katniss," Cato explains, the mic now in his hands. The poor kid is crying now; it's probably Katniss' sister. Peacekeepers fire guns into the sky, and all of District 12 is now clapping happily. "Thanks, everybody!"

We're ushered back onto the train by Zorrelia, who's smiling for the cameras that are recording our every move.

"Thresh was a cool guy," Cato addresses the audience. "But how would he last against the big guns?" he kisses his muscles, nodding his head with an I'm-better-than-you-all look.

I'm speechless in this District. I killed Rue. The innocent little child… Why did I do it?

"Hellooo, District 4!" Cato marches on the stage. "The girl, Michelle, she wasn't that bad. But that boy? Come on, how could your trainers here let that little small fry volunteer? You guys suck! I lost a lot of respect for all of you."

At this point, I'm done saying sorry for him. In fact, I've even joined in on the taunting in some Districts. "Yeah, I killed that guy," I say proudly. Cato claps.

"Let's give a warm round of applause to Chloe DeBenedetto, who killed that excuse for a Career!" His mother, I suspect, is screaming in rage from her platform.

"How do you sleep at night?" she's pulled away by Peacekeepers. More guns fire, and the District joins in on the hoorah.

"Glimmer Glowspark was a whore," Cato says simply, looking straight into the eyes of her family. We hear a faint, 'Well, I guess we already knew that.' I laugh, just because I can't hold it in. "Marvel called Chloe 'Chlo,' so I'd classify him as 'annoying.'"

"Marvel will be truly missed," I add, glowering at Cato. "He was one of my few friends in the Games. I'll never forget him."

District 2 is laughing and clapping, going crazy. Some have even made posters that say things about how great our District is.

We supply Victors!

Suck it, District 1!

Go, Chlato, Go!

WE LOVE YOU CATO!

Distrct 2: Best District in Panem!

People are chanting our names, and for a second, I think I'm actually the Victor, but I'm not. I should be dead. Whatever. I shake it off, and join the crowd's fun.

If I included the Victory Dinner, it would have been just too long. Didn't you think the beginning was cute? (:

Team Chlato!

Let me know if I should make a sequel to this, maybe where Chloe, Cato, Katniss, Peeta, Glimmer, and Marvel go on a cruise! I think it would be a fun idea, but I don't want to stretch out this story to the point where it's just dead and I'm trying to make it longer. Comment and tell me what you think, and if you would read it or not! Brutal honesty, please.