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Clove POV

Clove stood in her living room holding the damp towel covering her body. Limp dark strands of hair curled on her pale shoulders. Water droplets dripped from her hair onto the hideously green carpet, leaving a dark impression. What the heck was he doing here? Just when she had gotten her life in order! not only was he in her apartment, but she was in a rather small towel. She cursed Glimmer. How could she let him in? He had his back turned towards her he was talking to Glimmer. Here was her chance to sneak into her room and slip out of her and climb down the fire escape and disappear again. If Cato could find her without even knowing her last name other people could find her. She couldn't disappear again. She was pregnant she needed to stop thinking just about herself. She laughed at her own stupid idea. Big mistake. Both people turned around and looked at her. Crap! Clove dashed to her room in order to change. Majority of her clothes still fit, which was good. She pulled on some underware and a bra. She found a pair of semi clean jeans, and pulled on a loose Cotten tee shirt, she brushed out her hair and pulled into her usual high ponytail. Clove flopped on to her bed. Noway she was coming out of her room now. Not with Cato sitting on her sofa. Eventually he would give up and go home and forget about her. He had too. It was the on,y way to keep clove, himself and the baby safe. A knock came on her door. Please let it be Glimmer, she said as she went to the door.

"Glimmer?" She said hopefully.

"Guess again, there is only one other person in this apartment, so your automatically gonna guess right." A rather not female voice came from the other side of the door.

"What do you want Cato. I told you I don't want you to be part of mine and MY baby's life." Clove said through the door.

Cato responded," it's not entirely up to you Clove. Open the door so we can talk."

"No!"

"Come on Clove your acting like your 19. The kids mine as well."

"News flash Cato, I am 19. The kid might be half you, but you basically said you didn't want me or the kid in your life."

"Crap! Your only 19! I know I said what I said, but I changed my mind. Come on Clove at least come out of your room so we can talk! How can you only be 19!"

"How old did you think I was Cato?"

"I don't know. At least in your 20's. we need to talk let me take you out to lunch."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Someone could see us Cato. Imagine the headlines. It would be awful to your image. Hollywood's playboy traipsing around town with some random pregnant girl."

"You think I care? That random girl is carrying my kid. Come on Clove. If you want we could eat here. I'm sure Glimmer would love to cook us up something." That got Clove moving.

"I'll get my coat."

Cato POV

if it was possible Clove looked prettier than she had just three months ago. He just couldn't believe she was only 19. Was that even legal? She was younger than any girl he had dated in the past like two years. Two years ago she was 17. Man, he had thought she was like 25. 19 wow.

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Clove had been right about being seen. There were photographers everywhere. People were dying to get a picture of him and his latest girlfriend. People probably couldn't tell Clove was pregnant thank goodness for that. It wasnt that he was ashamed of her but, it was just he wasnt sure if he wanted people to know quiet yet, and he was pretty sure Clove didn't want people to know either. He wasnt that hungry but he needed someway to talk to Clove.

"So what do you want for lunch? It's your choice."

"Ummm. Pizza works."

"Gotcha, I got this really good place."

The ran had pretty much stopped so there were plenty of people walking around and taking pictures. Man, Cato hated tourists. He kept thinking about leaving California going someplace north. Canada maybe. Nothing was really holding him back. Yet something kept him in Hollywood.

He wondered why Clove was here. He assumed she wasn't from here. Nothing was holding her here either. Glimmer maybe. He speculated that Flimmer was here to be a model. She was model pretty.

"So are we walking or are we driving." Clove broke the silence.

"Oh uh, my driver brought me..." Cato looked around for his car, it was nowhere in sight."we should probebly drive, given your condention and all. I could call him up. I guess he left."

"My condition? I'm pregnant not dying of cancer. Don't worry about a car. I've got one."