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Cato. It lands on Cato. With a laugh, I take in Clovey's flabbergast-bewilderment expression. Two things are running through my mind; One, She wanted it to land on me, too bad! And two, Will she do it again? I wiggle my eyebrows at Clovey, making her expression go from confusion to rage.

"Kat, you rigged it, didn't you!" Clovey clenches her small hands, and I take in the wild-blind rage look in her eyes.

"P-Peeta, h-hide m-m-me?" I feign a horror-innocent look, mocking a stutter, before I smirk at her. "Who, me? I would never!"

"Please, you are such a-" She begins, and I feel Peeta slightly trembling at my side.

"Come on! Just give me a truth or dare, Clovey." I send Cato a grateful look, but he merely shrugs.

"Alright," Clovey sends me one more fiery look before turning back to Cato, "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare, not like you don't already know everything about me. Hm, Clovey?" Cato replies smirking, making me stifle a laugh. Good ol' Cato making the most confident second-guess themselves.

"I dare you to...I-I don't know." She turns towards me and Peeta, giving me a pang of guilt. Sure, Clove was one of the most confident people I know, but she was shy and awkward. Always choosing to hide behind a mask of sarcasm and foul moods.

"Dare him to shove ice down his pants, just like last time." I laugh, remembering what had happened. Somehow it was always Clovey's go to dare.

"Is this enough ice, Clove?" Cato holds out a fair amount of ice, trying not to grimace at how cold it was. As he looks down at the ice, he pales. I slip around him, hovering my mouth next to his ear.

"Just enough," I whisper softly into his ear, "But I have a better idea."

Grabbing his hand, I drag him out into the cold of December. Without a coat we would freeze, but that was where my idea came into play. Just six years ago I had dared him to do something similar, but it was nothing like what I had in mind. I made sure his other hand held the ice, and took in what he was wearing. A sleeveless white t-shirt, jeans, and brown work boots that he wore almost every day of the year.

"Clove, can I drop the ice yet?" He grumbles, obviously not wanting to admit that he was frozen. I stop suddenly, and he has to grab my waist to steady himself. I feel the ice drop from his hand as he holds me, and I whip around. Off balance, for only the fifth time in his life, he falls back into the snow. I smirk as he looks up at me, tilting his head in confusion. I crouch down, taking his chin in my hand.

"Have fun freezing?" I laugh, my smirk not yet leaving my face. Waiting for the reaction I wanted. Just this time, I wouldn't run away when he made for the mad grab.

"Yeah, why don't you-" He grabs me, as expected and let it happen, throwing me into the snow with him. Cato's ice blue eyes pierce mine as he pins me down, hands on either side of my head, "Join me."

"Now that," I smirk, "Was just uncalled for."

"I don't hear you complaining, Clovey." His face is suddenly close to mine, it wasn't his face that bothered me, it was his lips. Teasing me, like always ever since we were kids. That smirk, drawing me closer and closer to insanity.

"Stop teasing me." I growl, impatient as always. Though I would never admit it, Cato was probably the best thing that has happened to me. Besides the fact that I had Katniss, though she was such a tease at times, she would always have my back. He had always been that one guy the girls want, one they wouldn't hesitate to shove me out of the way to get to him. As sad as it may have sounded, I was insecure about it. Sometimes, I would wonder just why Cato picked me.

Promise ring and all, what did I have that the other girls didn't?

"Spunk." Cato says suddenly, confusing me. "You have spunk, and my heart. Always have, no one else could be the way you are."

I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off by pressing his lips to mine. Unlike the other hot, sloppy kisses we share in desperation, this one was full of gentleness and dare I say, love. Suddenly I realize, I had said that out loud, but I was glad I had gotten that off my chest.

Peeta and I watch as Clovey locks the door. Leaving a raging Cato outside of the window, giving Clovey the death stare. To which she returns with a huge innocent smile. My smile, she took that from me! Suddenly, I too was glaring at her.

"Did I give you permission to use that smile?" I growl in a low menacing voice, and she turned towards me.

"Did I need your permission?" She growls, before going back to smiling at Cato. He glared daggers at us, and just to get him to boiling point, I grabbed a blanket from behind me, wrapping Peeta and I in the warm blanket. Pretending to be cold, which wasn't hard. The draft from the door had me chilling to the bone.

"M-maybe we should go g-get him?" Peeta suggests, getting up and walking to open the door. I got up and stopped him, only one person could open the door.

"Clovey has to open it." I whisper, knowing fully what would happen if either of us were to. Throttled dead, joy.

"Clove, could you let Cato back in?" Peeta mumbles, not quite looking at her.

"No. He deserves it." Clovey grumbles.

"No, no he doesn't. He only embarrassed me, just let him in before he freezes." Peeta looks up, giving Clove a pointed look. Pointing to the door, Clovey huffs and goes to open the door. Dragging her feet as she goes.

"Don't let your boyfriend freeze!" I chime, grinning. As had already opened the door, as she turned to yell at me, Cato had already spun her towards him. In bemusement, Cato pressed his lips to hers. I laugh, someone had been thinking while he froze.

Before I knew what happened, Peeta had done the same. I found myself leaning into him, loving it.

Movie Monday, Peeta and I sat huddled next to the fireplace and television. Watching whatever was on, apparently it was some romance movie, but I wasn't watching.

"Hey, Kat, I want to try something?" Peeta whispers into my ear. His arm wrapped lazily around my shoulder.

"Yeah, what?" I give him a side glance.

"Stand up for a second?" He doesn't wait for my reply as he pulls me up, holding me close to him.

"Alright now, what are we trying?" I question, trying to get the feeling back into one of my legs. Pins and needles were stabbing at my foot.

He gave me a quick kiss before spinning me around him, I got a bit dizzy when I realized that he had dipped me. My hair was mere centimeters from the ground, and I glance up at him as he stares down at me. He pulls me up, but I instantly want to melt as he pushes his lips onto mine. I tightly hold onto him, afraid of stumbling. My arms around his neck, and my hands in his hair. I let myself let go in his embrace.

"N-no more t-truth o-o-or d-d-dare, t-t-today." Cato stutters, his teeth chattering.

"No more, today." We all agree in unison.

We sit side by side, a fire blossoming in front of us. A thick blanket wraps around us as we all handle huge mugs of hot chocolate. Arms slung around us, as we all try to warm up a bit. Especially Cato, he was outside for a good five to fifteen minutes without a coat before we finally let him in. In silence, we calm down. Chugging down the sunny warmth of chocolate.

When we finally finish our drinks, we drop like flies into a tangled mess of arms and legs. Tomorrow, we would play again.