𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐂: 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄: ‧₊˚𑅛𑅫‧₊˚

It's one of the boy's pov so y'all know this is gonna be good

Marvel ilysm bby <3

Mwah again (new word unlocked?!)

♬ ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 ♬

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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥:

"Wait!" Finnick yelled, putting his hand in front of him as we walked down the sidewalk.

"They don't love you like I love you!" I danced.

"OKAYYYYYYY!!" Cato cheered, starting to do the dance with me.

"WAIT!" Finnick repeated.

"THEY DON'T LOVE YOU LIKE I LOVE YOU!!" We shouted together, dancing again.

"HIT POSE 28!!" Peeta shouted, running up to us.

All three of us obliged, hitting pose 28 and laughing as Thresh walked over to us, shaking his head.

"You guys are... something else," he chuckled.

"Why, thank you!" Finnick bowed.

"Any of you guys joining student council?" I asked, eyeing our group.

"Oh! Me!" Peeta raised his hand.

"Awesome! So I'm not alone."

"OH AND ME TOO!!" Finnick cheered, waving his hand in the air and jumping. "ME ME ME!!!"

"Guys I think Finnick's joining student council," Cato joked.

"Really?" Thresh asked sarcastically. "I had no idea!"

"Anyways!" Finnick continued. "I was actually going to say something before I was RUDELY INTERRUPTED!!"

Cato and Thresh stepped back, their arms up in defense, chuckling.

"Hey, hey, we were just kidding!" Cato laughed.

"Our bad," Thresh snorted. "Touched a nerve there."

Finnick glared at the two, then ran full force at them. He didn't get far.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!" He shouted.

They both just grabbed one of his arms and turned him around, making him face me and Peeta.

We all laughed.

"Finnick," I said. "You're in idiot."

"Thanks!" He smiled, breaking free of our friend's holds. "I want Starbucks. Got any money?"

"Nope."

"Aww man."

"My broke ass could buy you Starbucks with a paperclip."

"REAL?!" Peeta agreed.

"Preach!" Thresh exclaimed.

"Hey, do you guys know that lip sync battle that Tom Holland did?" Cato asked. "The one to Umbrella? By Rihanna?"

"Hmmm, yeah, why?" I replied.

"I could pull that off, right?"

"What, the outfit? I mean, it'd probably be too tight because of your muscles, but-"

"No, you idiot!!" He flicked my forehead. "I don't give a shit about the outfit. I mean the dancing and the lip syncing.

"Oh, yeah, that. Umm, I mean... yeah? Honestly, what are you not good at, Cato? I'm sure you could pull this off. Maybe not Tom Holland level pull it off, but..."