I grip Cato's palm. It's midnight, and the feast is at dawn. But since two tributes from the same district can win now, there's a possibility we can both survive, go back to District 2, and maybe, just maybe, be with him after this.
"So what's the plan?" I whisper, so as to not attract the other tributes. I mean, Peeta's basically useless now, his medicine is probably what Katniss is getting, but there's still her, Thresh, us and Foxface(she's really resourceful), to worry about.
Cato pulls on his nightvision glasses and hands me a pair. "You grab the pack, I'll hunt the others." He hesitates for a moment, then he holds my hand tighter.
"Clove?" He asks. He seems to be feeling a mixture of nervousness, urgency, and embarrassment. I can see with my glasses that he is slightly blushing.
"What is it?" I reply. I blush a bit too, now.
"We're gonna make it. And I-" but he's cut off when an arrow comes flying through the air.
"Katniss," I mutter only loud enough for Cato and myself to hear. "We're in the open, we're not safe here." I look around, but only see trees. But then again, Cato couldn't climb up to Katniss earlier. But also, that tree was really skinny with not a lot of low branches. "Do you think you can climb one of these so we can hide out for a bit?"
"I think so."
We climb up as high as we can in a white birch, but we're still visible.
"What do we do?" I question.
"There are some thicker leaves to go behind just above us." So we do.
Another arrow flys by, even closer to us! But then, I realize something, and start laughing.
"What happened?" Cato inquires.
"Katniss isn't here! Look behind you!"
"Oh my god, Clove you're the best!!!"
Behind us is a hologram machine. It's just the gamemakers trying to scare us. I stick a knife straight through it, and the arrows stop.
"So, Cato, you wanted to say something to me?" We both blush, as he grips me even more.
"I could go on forever, Clove, forever trying to explain this to you, but words just can't explain how I feel whenever I see you, so, umm.."
"Are you saying that you-"
"I love you-"
I hold him tight and kiss him, and Cato responds so enthusiastically we have to stop and go down to the bushes so we don't fall off! I love him, but the kissing doesn't leave me satisfied. It has me starving for more. We stay down in the bushes, and we end up cuddling, just relaxing, with each other.
"I've always loved you, Cato." We kiss again, my void of want not hungry anymore but still craving.
"If we get out- no, when we get out promise me we'll never be apart, please."
"I promise, forever."
"I'll take the first shift. We need some sleep for the feast." Cato grins, not just for the cameras like in our interviews, but for real.
"I can." I say.
"I want to be with you. But you have the harder job tomorrow."
"Ok then. But wake me up whenever you get even a bit tired."
He pulls me closer, to huddle for warmth. His jacket is roomy and big, so he lets me in before zipping it up. I put my head on his shoulder, and eventually fall asleep. The only thing I can think of is his welcoming warmth, before I doze off.
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If Clove Won the Hunger Games
Teen FictionA half Clato, half Clove's journey through the games, story showing what would happen if Cato had arrived when Thresh was killing Clove and stopped it and how I think the story would've changed. Sorry if it's a bit weird it's an old fanfic.
