This fanfic is about all the couples that I find a bit... strange.

The couples that a lot of people write about, but are still strange.

If you find something in here that is similar to a fic you write/wrote, then don't get offended. I actually like most of those ideas for fanfics and considered writing them myself.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Hunger Games. Suzanne Collins does.

Katniss, who was sitting in front of the fire she made and eating a raw bunny despite having a fire, knew that something, someone, was coming. She had the ears of a hunter after all, she knew when she wasn't alone.

That, and someone just called, "Katniss! KATNISS!"

Alarmed, Katniss grabbed her bow and arrows and walked a few steps, looking around her and searching for the person who just called her name. His voice was awfully familiar.

She heard a 'crack!' behind her and she spun around quickly, bow in hand.

But when she saw the blond boy, who looked at her with his beautiful blue eyes, she just had to lower her bow.

She couldn't believe he came for her.

He smiled at her in relief. "Katniss," he said again, his voice softer this time.

Katniss felt herself smiling too. "Cato."

She ran to him, crying by the sight of his gorgeous face, and he wrapped his arms around her when she got to him, soothing her.

"I thought I'd never see you again," she whispered.

"I told you we'd meet again," Cato said to her. "Remember, on the roof, the night just before the Games?"

"You mean, the night when I was supposed to find Peeta on the roof, but for some odd reason found you there instead?"


Katniss sniffled. "Yes, I remember."

"Remember what I told you?"

Katniss nodded her head, still being held by Cato. "You told me that – that from the first moment you saw me, you knew that you wanted me."

Cato nodded his head. "You were just so hot with that braid and sweaty armpits and hairy legs."

Katniss continued. "And… you told me that because of that, you want to kill me. That you will kill me. Because you were strangely attracted to me, even though I'm not pretty or have a charming personality or even funny. And Careers falling instantly in love with other tributes is not allowed. And no one ever made you feel that way, even though until that night on the roof we didn't say a word to each other."

"It was a love at first sight," Cato said, nodding his head importantly.

"And then you kissed me passionately, and I for some odd reason kissed you back just as passionately even though you just said you wanted to kill me in the Games, then you looked into my eyes and said, 'I love you… but I will kill you.' Which is quite strange, if you think about it, because you'd think that when someone is falling in love with someone else he'd like that person to be alive, right? Unless this person is a necrophile." She eyed Cato suspiciously. "You're not a necrophile, are you?"

Cato laughed at that. "Oh, Katniss. It depends on how hot the dead girl is, obviously."

Katniss pulled away just slightly to look into Cato's blue eyes. "I want you," she stated. "I don't care that you're about to kill me with that sword. I love you too much to care."

Cato shed a tear as he brought the sword closer to Katniss' neck. "I'm sorry, my love. But you knew the risks when you fell in love with a killing machine from District Two who only cares about victory and fame and money."

Katniss looked at the ground. "You're right. I shouldn't have fallen in love with an arrogant killer who only cares about himself and winning and who doesn't think that killing innocent kids is wrong. I really don't know how I was actually able to fall for a guy like you, but I guess the heart wants what the heart wants, and apparently my heart is an idiot."

Cato smiled at her through the tears. "I'm glad you understand."

"I can't even look at you," Katniss said as she turned away from Cato.

"Why?" Cato asked, knowing why but still asking it.

"Because," Katniss said, crying her eyes out because after winning the Games she turned into a whiny girl, "Whenever I look at you I'm reminded with the fact that I killed Peeta instead of you! I don't know how it was possible, I'm a better archer than the archers in the Olympics, but for some reason, in the most crucial moment of all, I missed my clear target and hit Peeta, the boy who saved me once and then I saved him about fifty times to repay him, and you got to live!"

Cato exhaled loudly. "Man, that's tough."

Katniss shook her head hopelessly. "That's not even the worst part."

Cato raised an eyebrow. "Really? Tell me, Katniss. I don't know why I'm interested in hearing what you have to say to me, but please, do continue."

Katniss took a deep breath, embracing herself for what she was about to say. "I'm falling in love with you!" She finally yelled.

"Why?" Cato asked, not understanding.

Katniss shrugged her shoulders. "I'm asking myself the same thing. I mean, you're arrogant and awful and –"

"No no, it's pretty easy to know that you're in love with me because of my angelic face and fit body," Cato said in a dismissive tone. "What I meant was, why did you have to yell it?"

"For dramatic effect. Every love confession sounds better when it's being yelled."


Katniss sighed. "What are we going to do?"

"Well," Cato said, getting closer to where Katniss was standing, "I think that's pretty obvious. You're depressed because what happened to Peeta, and you can't help but love me, the boy who wasn't supposed to get out of that arena alive but for some reason did after you killed your district partner, and so we have lots and lots of pointless, steamy sex until you feel better and forget about Peeta."

Katniss thought about it for a few long seconds before nodding her head. "Sounds good."

Cato and Katniss looked at each other in silence.

"I can't believe it," Cato said finally. "My childhood friend, the girl I grew up with… you're here. I can't believe we both have to compete in the Games."

"I know," Katniss said quietly, barely able to speak from all the choked tears in her throat. "How weird is that?"

"Not to mention how weird it is that we grew up with each other despite coming from different districts."

"Well, that way authors can let us have a shared backstory and then it can explain better how we actually fell in love, because 'growing up together' is a far easier love story than 'being thrown together into the Games and falling in love despite their mutual hatred towards each other.'"

"Yeah, that explains it perfectly," Cato said with a nod.

"So what are we going to do?" Katniss asked.

"Well, I can't kill you," Cato stated. "Because we grew up together and shit, and even though I didn't see you since we were two years old I can still remember you and how much I loved you. You were the first girl I punched."

"And you were the first boy I kicked."

Cato couldn't stop his tears. "Oh, so many memories…"

Katniss nodded her head and kissed Cato softly on his lips. "Nothing better than a love story between childhood friends. Even if those children are now depressed teens that have to kill other depressed teens in order to survive."

Cato nodded his head and kissed Katniss again. "Yeah, nothing can beat that."

I actually like Katniss/Cato. Mostly because Cato's hot, but still. I like them.

Should I continue, or is it extremely bad and an embarrassment to every fanfiction writer alive?

Well, I can't know without your reviews, now can I?


And hope you all have a lovely day... because I sure as hell not going to have a nice day tomorrow.

Eleventh grade, here I come *sob sob*