𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐂 - ᵃ ᵐᵒᵈᵉʳⁿ ʰᵘⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵍᵃᵐᵉˢ ᵃᵘ

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓

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Cato stepped out of the car, taking a second to stretch before heading towards the front door. As he walked up the front path and knocked on the front door, he hummed Gracie Abrams to himself. Mess It Up had been stuck in his head the entire drive, and even listening to it didn't help, only worsening the repetition.

The door whizzed open, revealing a grinning woman beside it, her arm resting against the frame. "Cato! It's so nice to see you! Marvel and his friends are upstairs, so feel free to go up there." The woman was tall, with wavy brown hair and a dimple when she smiled.

"Thank you, Maria," he smiled, nodding as he stepped into the house, passing her and walking over to the staircase. He climbed up the spiral stairs, the song from the car coming back to him as he hummed it quietly. When he first came here, Cato told Marvel, Shit, nice staircase because holy hell it was amazing.

Cato never considered Marvel as super rich, because he had been to Finnick's house, which no other's held a candle to. But Marvel's was still nice. The staircase was a sleek wood with a black railing, and unlike Peeta's, didn't creak every time you would take a step.

I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone!

Music blasted through Marvel's room as Cato approached it, finding his friends dancing around. Boy, was he in for a treat. Although expecting anything else from his friends would be illogical.

"I crashed my car into the bridge, I watched, I let it burn!" Finnick jumped on the bed, flailing his arms around and kicking the pillows onto the floor. His hips swayed back and forth, and he twisted himself around in a way that had to have cracked his back at some point.

"I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs!" Thresh added, nodding as he sat on the floor, bag of skittles in hand. He grabbed a handful, shoving it into his mouth as he pumped his fist in the air encouragingly.

"I crashed my car into the bridge!" Peeta jumped off Marvel's chair, stealing a skittle from Thresh, earning a protest from the dark, burly man. Thresh took pride in his skittles. He was obsessed with them.

"I don't care! I love it!" They all sang, bobbing their heads. "I don't care!" Marvel and Finnick pumped their chests out, pumping their arms in the air as they jumped around on the carpet.

Cato walked in, bracing himself for the night and chaos to come. He dropped his stuff on the floor and immediately joined in on the shenanigans, jumping next to his friends. He may have been quiet or introverted at times, maybe even the more mature one, but he still knew how to have a good time.

"I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone!" Cato announced, messing up Marvel's hair and dancing next to Finnick, jumping up and down, showing off his horrible dance moves.

"I crashed my car into the bridge, I watched, I let it burn!" Finnick shouted, throwing random confetti into the air.

"I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs!" Thresh continued, waving as he shoved more skittles in his mouth, throwing a couple at the guys for fun.

"I crashed my car into the bridge!" Peeta chest-bumped Finnick, causing them to both stumble back, bursting out into a fit of laughter as they regained their balance.

"I don't care! I love it!" They all danced, in peak chaos now. "I don't care!"

"Hey, Cato! What's up, man?" Finnick slapped him on the back in greeting, grinning from ear to ear, panting from the exertion.

Cato nodded, also catching his breath. "Hey, man. Not much."

"Hey," Thresh smiled, his mouth full of skittles. "And before you ask-no, I'm not sharing."