A Lack of Color

If you feel discouraged
That there's a lack of color here
Please don't worry lover
It's really bursting at the seams
For absorbing everything
The spectrum's a to z

Guest: I'm sure I haven't disappointed you yet! Just read this chapter! :)

Ariel Leilani: I'll definitely keep your suggestions in mind. I'm actually going to start adding in more details about the other couples. I'll try with the different POVs though... I'm not too good with writing in 1st person. I hope I won't disappoint you with this chapter, I appreciate your support!

Don't worry guys! Last chapter wasn't what it seemed. Read this next chapter. I'm actually kind of proud of it. I worked very hard on it and I hope you'll like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games


"Wake up Clovely bear!"

"Huh?" Clove jolted up. "Oh, it was only a dream. Ugh. Creepy."

Clove's mother walked into her room. "Hi honey, I got back early from DC. Did you want me to make pancakes for you?"

"Yes, please. By the way, there's this bonfire for soccer bonding tonight. Can I go?"

"Of course darling, I'll drop you off at five, does that sound okay?"

"Thank you! Now how 'bout those pancakes?"


Clove put on a black bikini and wore a strapless lavender dress over it. The top was tight, but the skirt was flouncy and went down to about two inches above her knees. She then slipped on a pair of black sandals that buckled around her ankles. After she got ready, her mother drove her over to the beach where Glimmer was expecting her.

"C'mon hun, I want you to meet a group of the coolest people you'll ever meet. If you make the JV team, you'll see them very often." Glimmer led her and Annie to a room that was unoccupied besides a small group of people. "Guys, this is Clove and her friend Annie. Girls, this is Gale, Johanna, Finnick, Thresh," she paused, "Thresh is the new varsity captain, but Coach Brutus asked him to step up. Otherwise, he would have stayed on the JV teams with us. He'll be around a lot so it'll seem like he's on the JV team as well. Anyways! This is Marvel, Jackie, Katniss, Madge, Peeta and…" Glimmer suddenly stopped. "Where the hell is Cato?"

"Right here." Cato smirked as he stepped into the room.

"You've met Clove right?"

"Uh, yeah! My team played against hers during workshops yesterday."

"Oh really! Who won?" asked Glimmer.

"We did, of course. It was totally easy," gloated Cato.

"Oh yeah? If it was so easy, how come I knocked the air out of next year's varsity soccer captain?" Clove retorted. "How come your team was only one goal ahead of us? After all, we're just a bunch of 'tiny lowerclassmen'," she mocked Cato. "If we're such amateurs , shouldn't you have beaten us by more goals? Like I said, I can kick your balls in a one on one any day," she sneered.

"Dayum. This girl has guts," said Thresh with a most amused expression.

"She's sassy. I like it."

"Saucier than McDonalds."


After they had their small 'bonding' moment, the group soon became hungry and left the room to get refreshments. Clove ran over to the dessert table and snatched one of each type of cupcake, Annie following behind her.

"Clove, that's really unhealthy. You ought not to do that."

"She needs to gain weight anyways, Clove would get trampled on by all the other soccer teams," replied Finnick. "Annie right?" he turned to face the shy brunette.

"Yes," she answered quietly. The sound system finished blasting California Love (2 pac) and the song switched to A Thousand Years (Christina Perri).

"In that case Annie, would you like to dance with me?"

"I'd love to," Annie beamed at Finnick. Clove was extremely happy for her friend. Finnick seemed like a really nice guy despite the fact that every single girl at Panem high has had a crush on him in at least one point of their lives. Clove watched the perfect two walk towards the middle of the large room. Finnick held her around her waist and Annie rested her arms around his neck. They had just met but anybody observing would instantly assume that they were a couple. Annie leaned her head on his chest and Finnick rested his chin on her head.

Finnick inhaled the Annie's sweet strawberry perfume and smiled to himself. 'I've sure hit the jackpot,' he thought. The two blocked everyone out and danced with each other for the entirety of the night, managing to add in a bit of small talk every so often.

The song changed and Hips Don't Lie (Shakira) came on.

"Do you know how to dance?" Clove turned around to face the person that the all too familiar voice belonged to.

"Please. Do you know how to dance?" Clove smirked.

"Yeah, in fact, I can dance better than you."

Clove knew that this boy was just baiting her and trying to get on her nerves, but she could never turn down a challenge. "Wanna try me?"


Ladies up in here tonight

No fighting

We got the refugees up in here

No fighting

Cato led the small girl onto the floor.

Shakira, Shakira

I never really knew that she could dance like this

She makes a man want to speak Spanish

Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa

Shakira, Shakira

He had one arm around her waist and the other holding her hand; Clove had her free hand on Cato's chest. They began to sway and step into basic salsa moves. Cato was entranced by the way Clove swung her hips.

Oh baby when you talk like that

You make a woman go mad

So be wise, and keep on

Reading the signs of my body

Cato and Clove broke away from their embrace, still holding hands. They spread their arms out, still holding hands. Cato spun Clove back and held her against him, her back against his chest. By this time, most of the couples on the dance floor began to disperse and stand around the small brunette and the older blonde.

I'm on tonight

You know my hips don't like and I'm starting to feel its right

All the attraction, the tension

Don't you see baby

This is perfection

Cato spun Clove thrice and their hips swayed in sync. Cato dipped her so that her hair touched the ground.

Hey girl I can see your body moving

And it's driving me crazy

And I didn't have the slightest idea

Until I saw you dancing

And when you walk up on the dance floor nobody cannot ignore the way you move your body, girl

And everything's so unexpected- the way you right and left it

So you can keep on shaking it

Clove was brought up from the dip and was pressed up against Cato's body. She turned around so that her back was against Cato's chest once again and she snaked her body down so that she was crouching. Cato took her arms and began to spin her back up.

I never really knew that she could dance like this

She makes a man want to speak Spanish

Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa

Shakira, Shakira

The two began to salsa again, their feet rocking and stepping to the music. The two were completely surrounded by a wall of onlookers but they didn't bother to notice and kept their eyes on each other.

Oh baby when you talk like that

You make a woman go mad

So be wise, and keep on

Reading the signs of my body

Cato and Clove body-rolled away from each other. They held each other's hands and continued swaying and rolling their shoulders. Cato then shimmied towards Clove while she shimmied back and vice versa.

I'm on tonight

You know my hips don't like and I'm starting to feel it's right

All the attraction, the tension

Don't you see baby

Asi es perfecto

Cato crouched down to give Clove a boost as she was pushed up. She spun and landed back into Cato's arms (gaining lots of whoops and cheers). Cato twirled her twice and then spun her so that she was in his embrace. He dipped her a second time.

Oh I know I'm on tonight

My hips don't like and I'm starting to feel it's right

All the attraction, the tension

Don't you see baby

This is perfection

Clove and Cato circled each other. They then added some cha-cha moves, shuffling their feet and bending their knees to move their waists.

Boy I can see your body moving

Half animal, half man

I don't, don't really know what I'm doing

But you seem to have a plan

My will and self restraint

Have come to fail now, fail now

See I'm doing what I can, but I can't

So you know that's a bit too hard to explain

They break apart and Clove pirouettes to the opposite side of the room. Then, they chasse towards each other and Cato picks her up by the waist and throws her up. Cato continues to hold her as she comes down and she softly lands on the floor with her legs on either side of her body; she does the splits. Most of the attendees at the bonfire come in to see what all the hooting and hollering is about.

Baila en la calle de noche

Baila en la calle de dia

Baila en la calle de noche

Baila en la calle de dia

The two add in the a bit of footwork from the foxtrot and leap together.

I never really knew that she could dance like this

She makes a man want to speak Spanish

Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa

Shakira, Shakira

Cato and Clove hold hands and spin inwards together, then Cato twirls Clove around, her skirt flying outwards. Cato body rolls towards Clove and she playfully pushes him away. He grabs her wrist and pulls her back in. Clove leans into his chest as he slightly drags her away.

Oh baby when you talk like that

You know you got me hypnotized

So be wise, and keep on

Reading the signs of my body

The two dance the basic tango. One of both of their arms is holding each other's waist, and the other is spread out; they spin and glide around the room together.

Senorita, feel the conga

Let me see you move like you come from Colombia

Cato stands in one place, whereas Clove has her arms around his neck but her back is facing his front side. She snakes her body up and down and Cato tries his best not to moan.

Mi vida en Barranquilla se baila así, say!
en Barranquilla se baila así

Cato holds her waist and turns her around so that she is once again facing him. He dips her and fights back the urge to kiss her neck. He does it anyway for the crowd and she gasps.

She's so sexy every mans fantasy a refugee like me back with the refugees from a 3rd world country
I go back like when 'pac carried crates for Humpty Humpty
We need a whole club dizzy
Why the CIA wanna watch?
From Colombians and Haitians

I ain't guilty, it's a musical transaction
No more do we snatch ropes
Refugees run the seas 'cause we own our own boats

The two broke apart. They began to dance the jive (A.N. Look up 'Jive Nicole and Derek' clip on dancing with the stars, and just imagine Cato and Clove dancing the first thirty seconds of it. :)

I'm on tonight, my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel you boy
Come on let's go, real slow
Baby, like this is perfecto

Clove and Cato then rocked their hips. Cato bent down on one knee and held his hand up to her. She took it and Cato stood back up. He lifted her up a bit as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her lower back as she bent back, her hands touching the floor.

Oh, you know I'm on tonight and my hips don't lie
And I am starting to feel it's right
The attraction, the tension
Baby, like this is perfection.

Cato held her waist and assisted her as she used her arm muscles to push herself back up. Cato dipped her one last time.

No fighting, no fighting

She began to walk away, swaying her hips as if taunting him. He grabbed her and hugged her. The crowd cheered. She kissed his cheek. They took a bow, both red-faced, sweaty, and heaving.

"Tie?" Cato asked.

"Tie," Clove replied.


I do hope you guys liked it... I apologize for any grammatical errors or too much word repetition. Yeah, I'm really tired so I just wrote through the whole thing and now I'm too tired to reread it. Anyways, I tried showing Clove and Cato's competitive sides through this chapter and I hope you all figured out that with this mindset, the two will butt heads very often. Hehe. Buttheads. Okay! Let's get back on topic. So just know that in this chapter, they've both developed an attraction towards each other but choose to ignore the feels.

So I have just one question today for all you readers. Johanna/Gale or Madge/Gale? If you have any ideas or suggestions, I'd love to hear them!

Also, keep them reviews coming! :)