Just Crash [Cato&Clove Fanfic]

Finding

 THIS WILL BE FINISHED BEFORE NOVEMBER ^_^ Im very slow at writing, and I just realized this might not make it in to the Watty Awards, probably wont. Unless I move faster. So yeah :P  FINALLY AN UPDATE <3 This is like a turning poit (yeah in only the third chapter)

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      Summer went by in a quick flash. When Clove tried to look back at it, all those moments blurred together. She knew where she went, but nothing seemed to distinct.

     A few moments stuck in her mind. When her church won the volleyball tournement at camp. When they went to Six Flags. When her family took her to the Grand Canyon.

        The only thing she really hated about this summer? Not being bale to see Cato. She was always doing something. Volunteering at church, packing for another trip, meeting her parents friends.

        They always found a way to keep her away from Cato. She was getting to that age where her parents didn't trust her with boys. Now it was 3 days before the beginning of the school ou, and Clove was going to find him.

        She headed outside in her basketball shorts and tank top. She looked up and down her street, but it looked deserted. She could hear the ice cream truck in the distance and the air around her was hot and muggy.

         As Clove walked the streets her mind began to wonder. What could Cato possibly be doing? There was a plethera of things he could be doing without her. She may be his best friend, but she wasn't his top priority.

            He could be with his friends. Maybe he was at the skate park or ice cream shop. The movies. The pool. Maybe with some girl...Clove shook her head.

       She felt sweat drip down her neck and it made her squirm.  A stray cat dashed across the street...or was that a squirell? Clove was undecided on that.  After what felt like hours, there was a spot on her tongue that stayed dry.

       It was really hot here. It always was this hot in summer. The heat was giving her a headache. She brushed off a fly that was tickling her elbow. She gave up. Later tonight she would try his house, but for all she knew he could be at a party.

        Clove always had to think on the negative side. She slowly headed back to her house, after walking to the edge of the suburb. No one looked at her funny.

      She was just a girl walking through her neighborhood. It didn't look like she was desperately searching. Clove always knew how to hide her intentions.

          She made her way back to the house, slamming the front door shut. "Hi honey!" Her mother called from the kitchen. Clove was in a sour mood and completely ignored the woman who gave birth to her. She just stomped up the stairs and slammed her mahogany door.

         She flopped down on her bed with a frustrated sigh. Clove's suitcase still sat in the corner, untouched. She really needed to unpack but didn't feel like it at the moment. She felt like laying here and possibly dying of heat exhaustion.

          That was totally against her nature. She had a temper. She wasn't the type to just lay down and mope. She was one to flare up at expected moments. Her feet flew up, kicking the air. Kicking nothing.

        She let out a frustrated sound. The one moment all summer where she was at home and had nothing to do. She blindly reached over, hitting the play button on her stereo.

          Howl blasted through the speaker. Florence, that brilliant artist almost summed up her feelings in this song. Her situation.

           She wa tired. She found a water bottle on her desk, took a swig, then layed down. Her eyes closed and she drifted off in to a pretty good sleep.

          Some odd song played in the background. Clove couldn't decipher what exactly the tune was. It wasn't haunting...just plain sad.

             She was walking down the street...She swore she just went back to her house though. Hmm..Wait isn't that Cato's house to the left? Thats five blocks over.

             It hit her she was dreaming, it must be a good dream if Cato's gonna be in it. She opened the door without even knocking, how unlike her.

             She opened the door, and there wasn't a hall like usual. You just stepped right in to the living room. Weird...Dreams could do that though. 

            She looked foward, and Cato was on the couch with someone. A girl with bright red hair. You could only see the back of their heads.

             And Cato kissed the red head.

                And all Clove felt was jealousy

             Clove sat straight up, her skin gleaming with sweat.

            She was finding out things...They weren't very good.

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I actually ad different plans for this chapter but meh :P