A Memory He Wants To Forget (Clato Modern Short FanFic COMPLETED)

Chapter Six

Three weeks later… (I’m making this fast because I don’t have any other ideas. XD)

Cato’s POV

It had been three weeks since I broke up with Glimmer, and it’s probably winter break at present. And of course, Clove had been crying the whole time because she told it was all her fault and she was the reason I broke up with Glimmer, and of course, I comforted her and told her she wasn’t the reason at all, it was Glimmer all along. When she cried intensely on that day, I asked her if she wants ice cream and she agreed of course. We ate at an ice cream shop that time and we talked a lot about our past. But now, in this cold winter break, I couldn’t stop myself to go to Clove’s house and talk to her, which is probably next door. Her house is still good as new even though her family left from transferring from her previous, but now, they returned, and Clove also returned to our school. After thinking about all of those house’s good memories, I took out my winter jacket made by the finest and warmest fabrics from the capitol, and I also wore my expensive ugg boots, and I set out to Clove’s house.

As soon as I reached Clove’s house, I used the doorbell to signal my presence outside her house, and of course, she opened the door quickly. She was wearing a knitted jacket, long pants, and pink fluffy bunny shoes. I gave her a smile and then she accompanied me inside, and she almost took my jacket, but I told her I must do it for myself, so she agreed without any hesitation or persuasion. She told me to sit down on the couch in the living room and I was obliged too. After that, she told me she will right back and we will talk about anything and everything.

“I’m back!” Clove said happily, carrying two red mugs filled with either hot chocolate or coffee.

“You shouldn’t have.” I said.

“It’s okay, this is my house anyway, and you’re my guest.” She said, sliding a seat beside me, handing me my red mug of hot chocolate I suppose.

“This is hot chocolate?” I asked, and then I started drinking the mug.

“Yes, it’s from the Capitol.” She said, and I almost spit out my drink.

“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA ON HOW MUCH IT COSTS?!” I exclaimed in surprise. “IT’S ALMOST THIRTY DOLLARS!”

“Anything from the Capitol isn’t bad at all,” she paused, “It’s just expensive, now shut up and drink your hot chocolate.”

“Fine,” I frowned at her and then she smiled.

There were silent events happening for fifteen minutes as we drank our hot chocolates. The only conversation exchanging between us are the sound of our breathing, blowing out the warm chocolate and sipping sounds as we drank. And as we finish drinking, our conversation started once again.

“Do you remember when we were still in elementary at this time of winter?” She asked me.

“There were tons of memories; I couldn’t recall any of them.”

“You made a huge snowball and you threw it at me, because you were a bully.” She said. “And my glasses fell off and Marvel stepped on it, it was a good thing that I can still see that time.”

“I’m sorry.” I apologized. “But we’re friends now right?”

“I don’t think so.”

Clove’s POV

“I don’t think so.” I replied meanly, bet that will fall him off his seat of feelings.

“We’re more than friends then?” He asked with pain with a mixture of happiness in his voice.

“We’re not even best friends.” I said.

“So we’re more than best friends?” He asked with surprise in his eyes.

“You’re taking it too far Cato.” I said. “Don’t even mention that word.”

“The only difference between that “word” and the word “boy friend” is the space we call friend-zone.” He said, “And yes, I got it from the internet.”

“No, we’re not friends, not best friends, and not, YOU KNOW.” I said. “We’re just staying as classmates.”

“So I’m classmate-zoned?”

“Ugh, never mind, I’ll be right back.” I stood up and I went to the kitchen to bring up some available snacks so that Cato and I wouldn’t have any conversations.

I wandered around the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets, there were bags of Cheetos, packs of Oreo, and a jar of Nutella. There were other bountiful snacks on the fridge and on the cabinet, but I don’t want them to be eaten by Cato, I want them to be all eaten by me. So I just rummaged in every space of food containers I could find, but there were none available, the only available foods were my favorite ones. Oh, dear, what am I going to feed Cato?

“We could just eat chocolate cookies.” A familiar voice said and I spun around, and of course, it was Cato. I got caught at the wrong place and at the wrong time.

“Fine,” I said, “But don’t eat too much because they are all mine.”

“You’re so selfish.” Cato said. “Just like when we were still kids.”

“Don’t bring up that stupid conversation with me.” I said. “You know how I hate the past.”

“Fine,” He said. “Just give me my cookies.”

I gave him his plate of cookies and he went back to the living room all by himself. And it just occurred to me that our telephone is attached to our kitchen wall so I began calling a pizzeria. I ordered thirty slices of pepperoni pizza with extra cheese, so the pizza would be huge because it has thirty slices. Fifteen for me, and fifteen for Cato, it’s already good enough. As soon as they had taken down my order, the pizza is expected to arrive in fifteen minutes. I thanked them and I ended the call, returning to the living room with irritable, mean, idiotic, and pessimistic Cato.