|Crazier Than The Others
Author: It's So Clovely PM
Clove Gwyneira is a patient who lives in Faye Mental Asylum. But her name isn't Clove Gwyneira there. It's Snow Arwen-which means Snow 'White'. Is it long enough before she learns that she's actually Snow White? Rated T, to be safe. Written by It's So Clovely, AND Alpha2011. Title changed from Dirty Snow to Crazier Than The Others.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Cato & Clove - Chapters: 5 - Words: 4,360 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 08-08-12 - Published: 06-27-12 - id: 8261692
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(A/N:) Chapter two is up and ready! :P Please don't flame; if you do, then Clove with make you bleed with her nails. Or Dr. Cato will torture you with his therapy! Just...R&R.
Thanks to Alpha2011 for helping me with this chapter! :P I'm very cheesy by the way.
Disclaimer: I have never, ever owned The Hunger Games, Once Upon a Time (I can't wait for Season Two, BTW), or Glee (...Can it never end? Can it have one-hundred seasons, too?).
I shouldn't have kissed him.
He probably thinks I'm more crazier than ever; kissing a grown man like that. The way he looks at me tells me I'm on my way to the much more craziest part of the asylum. So I do only one thing I know how to do.
I kiss him again.
"Snow." Dr. Rushil gasps out my secret name after one minute after our kiss. I stare him, smirking a little grin on my face. He looks into my eyes soon after.
"Yes, Cato?" I hiss, but not madly-sexily, possibly. I'm still smiling at him, since I can't even remove the small, little grin from my face. I can't help it! It's my very first kiss-that's why.
"We shouldn't be doing this." Dr. Cato retorts back at me, still grasping onto my waist and cheek. I gawk at him intently, trying to understand what he meant. I know he meant that we shouldn't be mashing on faces with each other if someone comes in suddenly, but what does he mean exactly?
"What do you mean exactly?" I break off my tiny grin on my face, while he begins to take his hands off of my waist and cheek. Oh. "I know you mean that someone might walk in on us kissing, but what do you mean?" Cato frowns, beginning to pace around the room.
Cato takes a seat on his doctor's chair, rubbing his chin as it goes. He sighs heavily, starting to totter his head left and right. "It's just that..." He mutters, biting his lip. "I'm kind of older than you."
"Okay." I murmur, looking at him with a blank look. "So, what? Why does it matter?"
"Because," Dr. Cato laughs, like I don't know of what he means. But I truly don't know what he means. "It's the law. If someone is below eighteen, and the other person is above eighteen, and if they have intercourse, then that's really illegal. Well, not in Mississippi." (A/N: I'm just making it up; unless it's really real. IDK.)
I feel like I'm about to go up in fumes. He interrupted our kiss, just because he knew that being with someone older than you is illegal? That's when I start to be angry; "We didn't even have sex! We just kissed! Is that still f***ing illicit?" He whimpers as I walk over to him, and grab his tie fiercely.
He shakes his head. "No, it's not illicit." I grab his tie tighter and tighter as I'm believing what I'm hearing. His voice sounds hoarser and hoarser as I tighten it. "I'm sorry, Snow White." Charming chokes out, trying to release my hands from the tie.
"I'm not Snow White." I mutter, starting to loosen my grip on his tie. "It's Snow Adila Arwen." He manages to say a little gasp, meaning he's okay and I didn't kill him by tightening the tie.
"Snow Adila Arwen-slash-White." Dr. Cato corrects me; or rather annoys me. I dig my nails into his shoulder blades, wanting it to bleed. But I can't make it bleed when it is covered by a sheet of clothing. Can I?
"I'm unlike Snow White." I say, hearing the whimpering in his voice. "She was never a mad girl like me. She never handled knives, like me. She didn't slit her wrists. She didn't hate Prince Charming. And you're last name is Rushil, isn't it? It means Charming." Dr. Rushil starts to reach for his back to remove my hands from his shoulder blades, but I flick it away. He whimpers once again.
"And your last name is Arwen, right? It means White in Welsh. So, you're Snow White, and I'm Charming, aren't I?" He has a slight smirk on his face, which annoys me even more. Oh. Now, I know what he means.
I loosen my grip on his shoulder blades, knowing what's going to happen in the next few days; months; years, or so. "Oh. So, that means I'll eat a poison apple, in which you'll need to kiss me. But fairytales aren't real, are they?"
That's when Cato's smirk becomes bigger. "Think about it, Snow." He whispers hoarsely. "Faye means fairy, doesn't it? Fairy Mental Asylum. We're probably living in a fairytale, and we don't know it." I raise my eyebrow, confused.
"You're acting like you're the crazy one here." I say, lowering my hands to where his wrists are. "You didn't watch too much Once Upon A Time, did you?" I giggle at him, remembering all of those times I walked on in him, watching that delusional show. He's waiting for Season Two, now. Like with what he did with Glee.
"I watch it too much." Dr. Cato murmurs, laughing together with me. "You're Snow, and I'm Charming, aren't we?"
"Well, I don't have short hair, don't I?" I play around with my ebony, black hair, flipping it to my back. But Charming puts it back to the front, muttering something I can't even hear. "I'm not Mary Margaret Blanchard, and you're not David Nolan." We both laugh again, this time quieter.
"You can cut your hair..."
"Like what I do with my wrists? No. I only cut my wrists; not anything else."
He looks down at my wrists, probably wanting to talk about my problem again. But I don't want to talk about it, again. I just want to talk to Cato like everything's normal.
I take his hands off of my wrists, and look him straight in the eyes. He has an expression of confusion and...desperation. For what, exactly?
That's when it switches tables. He kisses me, instead of me kissing him.
"Doctor Cato Earl Rushil! What the hell are you doing kissing Snow Arwen?"
We interrupt our kiss, and turn around to see...
(A/N:) Ooooh! Who do you think caught them? And I already told Alpha2011, so don't ask them! I'll give you choices instead...
H) P.M. Me, instead
"Here's a lesson for your board, Mr. Shue: Don't text and drive! It's the stupidest thing I've ever done...besides sleeping with Puck."
-Quinn Fabray/Glee/Big Brother
"I hate my cousins so much; I want to push them off of a cliff! I want to hear their screams on the way down...don't you think so?"
-Me to my friend; Christina, when we were talking about cousins
-It's So Clovely