Crazy?

Chapter 2

Cato's POV

Where is she? I sat there quietly on the couch in the TV room, everyone else around me were either whispering quietly or absorbed in the random movie that played on the screen. My eyes somehow manage to trail back to the clock for the eighth time in what felt like 20 minutes, yet it still read 25 past 8. I let out an agonised groan which seemed loud enough to raise a few heads in the room,. "Uh..I've just seen this movie before," I lied, they simply nod turning their attention back to the screen.

Where is she? My mind replays. Katniss told me she'd be here by 8 and it's almost half past! Seeming as if Clove had read my very mind, she has strolled into the pitch black room, taking seat on the only available spot on the large 'U' shaped couch, next to me. Finally! She had looked up at me flashing a smile that made her white teeth glow in the dark. I smile back without even noticing taking in as much of her appearance as the lighting would allow.

Her long, silky hair was now pulled up into a messy bun at the back of her head, leaving shorter strands to caress her face. She still had on her oversized grey sweater but had now changed into incredibly short red pyjama bottoms. Fuck, doesn't she know there are guys around? I readjust my body and begin to think about my grandma's feet or ice baths or puppies lost in a burning house, anything to get my mind off her lower half. This is going to be a long ass night.

I couldn't help myself but stare at her. God she's beautiful. She, like everyone else, was focused hard on the movie, which made it so much easier to stare without getting caught. Although, she did look back at me a couple of times, and I was so sure she had caught me but she simply smiled and refocused on the screen. How can one person seem so innocent and fragile yet feisty and sexy all at one time?

It wasn't much longer when the movie had finally ended, a cliché ending as predicted, the bad guy dies and the two lovers live happily ever after. They really should make realistic movies instead of all the fairytale bullshit. No one ever has a happy ending, if you think you did then you're obviously lying to yourself.

My thoughts, once again, had been distracted by Clove. The lights were back on as everyone had begun emptying the room, leaving it just the two of us remaining. She was now up and stretching, her tight shorts clinging to her figure. Shit! Um puppies, staplers, er the Eiffel Tower!

"You coming?" Her sweet voice now filling the room.

"Where are we going?" I really didn't have a clue what the schedule her was. She shrugged,

"Most people went to bed, but it's too early for me." Instantly my neck panned up to the clock. 11:06.

"Me too. So you wanna go for a walk or something? We could watch another movie too if you want." I was so desperate for her to stay anything seemed like an option.

"We could play cards?" She turned her neck gesturing to the back of the room where old dusty board games filled a cupboard. I nod quickly taking her up on her offer.

It seemed like we had sat there for an hour, no the clock read 12, we really had been sitting here for an hour playing Go Fish. In all honesty, I really didn't mind, I would have gladly sat here for another 3 hours if that meant I got to see how happy Clove gets every time I hand her over a card she needed.

She was so childlike sometimes, and I love every aspect of that. She saw things differently than others did. To her, the simplest things seemed to gave her the uttermost enjoyment. It seemed impossible that such a happy person was living in a mental hospital. That was the one thing I really couldn't wrap my head around.

Were the sayings true? Are the happiest people really the saddest? The brightest eyes cry the most tears? No. I wouldn't let her cry. Not my Clovey. "YAY!" She screamed jumping up and doing her very own victory dance that she had done many times tonight. I smile as chuckle echoes through me, she really was adorable.

"So what's that? 8 to 3 now?" Man I really suck at Go Fish!

"Something like that," She stated coolly, the victory dance wearing off. She yawn widely, her nose crinkling as her hand cupped over her mouth gently. Adorable. "Bed time?" I yawn back at her. I hate how infectious yawns are.

She bobbed her head up and down a devious smile crossing her face, "Race ya?" I let out another chuckle as her childlike personality comes through once more.

We raced up and down halls, earning disapproving looks from the staff until we were up on the fourth floor where majority of the patients rooms where. To my advantage her room was straight across from mine, making my tiny rat hole of a room seem like a glorious mansion, with a very glorious neighbour. We were almost there I could tell when I ran passed the stain on the floor I saw when arrived, I trailed Clove most of the way but that was just because I had still yet to learn the map of the Hospital.

But this was it, only upstairs and down the hall, my long muscular legs easily overtaking her short scrawny ones. She seemed somewhat surprised when I finally overtook her, but it wasn't over yet, in all but one second she began to sprint faster than he had ever imagined. My competitive side burst as I reach my hand out, we were almost at the end of the hall now. I had successfully swept her tiny body into my arms as we came to a stop in front of our doors. We both stop panting and laughing at chaos that was our race.

It seemed like once we had calmed down, it was only then that we realised that I still had a strong grasp on her body. It was ridiculous how perfectly she fit there. I could feel the warmth of her body now that my hand had somehow sneakily snaked under the bottom of her sweatshirt. The warm bare skin of her hip ran chills down my body. I couldn't help but smile down at her, which help ease the silence surrounding us. It seemed like a lifetime when she finally said something, but in reality was only a few seconds.

"So I'll see you tomorrow?" She asked somewhat hopeful hint in her voice. I simply nod, still in a trance from being so close to her. "Okay um.. Goodnight Cato." I loosen my grip as she turned around, opening her door. I could feel every inch of her soft warm skin slowly leave my arm, her scent of coconuts and lavender still clung to my clothes from when I had caught her.

"Night Clovey." I reply not even realising the nickname I had mentally given her slip out. I look down sheepishly as I hear a final giggle from her before the bang of the door. Way to fuck up the name slip Cato. I slip into my own room, exhausted not even bothering to change. She was the last thing on my mind before I fell into my coma of sleep.

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Hope you liked that! I know it was kinda slow.