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

Hey ya'll! Okay, so I know I said I'd update before Thursday, but it's actually Thursday morning, so I'm sorry. I'm just a wee bit late. Here's a lesson for you kids: never ever procrastinate. It gets you nowhere. 33 reviews... Holy... It's more than I could ever hope for! I love you all so much!

I'd like to thank everyone who's commented, favorited, and followed my story so far. It's readers like you who inspire me to write.

Clatoforeverinmyheart: Thank you so so much for reviewing! Yes, 30-35 reviews do sound like a lot of reviews, but it's always better to have high standards for yourself. I'm trying to beat Just Ride's amount of reviews, followers, and favorites. So far, I'm quite out of luck, but I'm trying as best as I can. I do apologize if I seem too greedy or too demanding. Have a nice day. :)

Ariel Leilani: Pranks ahoy? Hell yes!

This chapter is dedicated to Ariel Leilani who has been with me every chapter of this store. She even helped me write in first person. You're a sweetheart, Ariel! I love you!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games


Jackie POV

Aw snap

"H-hey guys" I stutter. Well, this isn't going to end well.

"What the fuck!" Clove screeches and we all wince. "Are you freaking kidding me? That's the worst plan ever! Well, only the part with Cato and I. Everything else is pretty genius."

Clove. Geez. Calm your balls woman.

"Okay, I have a proposition for you Clover-"

"Don't call me that."

"Sorry, so I'm sure we're all very aware of Cato's attraction towards you and your 'hatred' towards him right?"

"Yes, I'm listening" Clove replied slowly with her eyebrows raised.

"So, I'm pretty sure you and Cato are in love with each other," Clove growls and the two idiot boys snicker, "I need to test out that theory but while I'm doing that, you can mess with his head. So it's a win-win situation. But it requires you to make out, date, snuggle, etc. with Marvel."

"Whaaaaaaa?" Clove's jaw hangs open and Thresh closes her mouth for her.

"It is a win-win situation," Marvel wags his eyebrows and winks at her.

"Jesus Christ."

Cato POV

I lean on the couch in the beach house with my shades on. And curl up to take a nap until some idiot says:

"You look like a typical white douche." Fricken Jackie. I swear. Then Thresh walks in behind her.

"Hey guys, where's Clove?" I ask.

"She's outside in the front yard with Marvel," Thresh replies, smirking. Something smells fishy around here. Well I better get out there before they start making out. I walk through the front door and look onto the front lawn. Too late. There are Clove and Marvel, standing on the grass, her arms around his neck and his hands around her waist sucking each others' faces off like fucking leeches.

"What the hell is going on here?" Marvel smirks and Clove hugs him, her face buried in the crook of his neck. Suddenly, I feel a pang in my chest, why? This is weird. I feel like I'm in a corny romance movie.

"We're friends with benefits." Clove pulls herself away from him and smacks his chest.

"What the fuck Quaid. That's disgusting. Ya nasty," she turns to me, "nothing's going on. We're just friends."

"Well that didn't seem like 'nothing'."

"Mind your own business Nielson, relationship life doesn't concern you." Man, that stung.

Finnick POV

"Finnie!"

"What do you want Jackie?!"

"There's a light broken inside the closet and I need you to help change the bulb!"

Damn it. I walk over to the closet and see Jackie continuously pulling the light switch hanging from above.

"Well, I'm going to need a new light bulb and a stool to reach it."

"Okay, I'll grab the stool. Annie! Can you grab a light bulb in the one of the kitchen drawers underneath the sink?!"

"Yeah!"

Jackie walks out to get the stool for me and Annie walks in with a new light bulb.

"Hey Finn!"

"Hey Ann!"

"How are yo-" Suddenly, the door slams shut and darkness fills the small space. I twist the door handle. It's locked.

Jackie POV

Operation Clato: Stage one progressing

Operation Odesta: Stage one progressing

*insert Cheshire Cat grin*


Okay, well that was really short. So yeah, that's that. Do you guys see where I'm trying to steer the story? Like Ariel said, pranks ahoy! Also, I'd like to ask ya'll one more time, Gadge, or Johale?

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