15
Cato is turning 15 tomorrow and I am glad. I am already 15. I got Cato a sword with his entails engraved in the handle. I really don't know what else to get him because all he really talks about is the Hunger Games and training. -the next day-
As I walked up to his door I was a bit nervous. I was hoping I would be able to talk to him and he would understand. I knocked on the door and his dad answered. He let me in and said that Cato was out training and he would be back in a few minutes. I set down my gift and looked at the cake. It toatally makes sense because it was shaped like a HG which stood for The Hunger Games.
Cato finally came inside and hugged his dad. His dad told him to go get changed and then come back. He said hi and I did to. He came back and we ate cake and he opened presents. Later we want to his room.
"Are you ok? You look a little glum." Cato said.
"It's nothing." I said
"Come on what is it?"
"Well I guess it is just that we never have time to hang out. You've always been training and wenever have time to just talk."
"We always have time at practice."
"Ya but we are never really focused on anything but training."
"You know I will always pay attention to you. I will never block you out." Cato can be really romantic sometimes. And I was never ever going to expect those words coming out of his mouth.
"Ok." I said
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