A/N: Hey guys! Sorry about the short last chapter but I hope this one makes up for it!:) This will further explain Katniss and Cato's friendship. There is going to be a flashback. You'll know when it is. Also, this is entirely written in Katniss's POV. I couldn't find a way to write some of this with Cato.. Review! PM me!:) Thanks!

Warning: I do not own any songs used throughout this story unless told otherwise.

Katniss POV

The fire casts a dim light on the cave wall, the flames dancing and flickering shadows. I look down and see Cato still asleep and snoring softly. I mat down his hair and look into the fire. Distracted by it's wondrous flames. Flames that could devour or save me. Slowly I begin to sing a soft song my father always sang in the woods whenever we would talk about mom late at night.

Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone?
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to this

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

One step closer
One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more.

I take a deep breath at the end and close my eyes, letting the warmth of the fire soak into my skin.

"That was beautiful," I hear a soft voice from below. I look down and see a smiling Cato. I hit him softly.

"Shut up," I say, trying to conceal my blush. He just shrugs.

"Whatever floats your boat Firegirl," he grins. I roll my eyes.

"Oh so now you are going to resort to name calling, very clever muscle head. What are you in the first grade?"

"I know you are but what am I?" He sticks out his tongue.

"That doesn't even make sense!" I scream, my frustration becoming evident. He just smirks. "Get that cocky ass smirk off your face!"

"Make me."

"Oh you want me to make you?"

"Sure. Go ahead and make my day. You wouldn't dare try an-" he is cut off by me slapping him. "Hey!" He roars out. I can't help it and burst out laughing. His face is so flushed he looks like a tomato. "What the hell was that for?"

I put my hands up in mock defeat "You told me to!" He groans and turns his head the other way and I start playing with his hair again.

"Hey Katniss?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for saving me... I was totally wrong about us being allies. I think we should work together. Like old times.. The careers all planned to kill me in my sleep I found out.."

"Really? They did?" I was astonished. I thought Cato was their leader. I guess that secretly hated him. I also guess I should have saw that one coming. It is the Hunger Games.

He nods. "Yep." I smile at him.

"You know what Stone? I will. Lets be allies," I say, shaking his hand. He nods and then whispers something I'm not supposed to hear.

"Friends again?... I guess not."

I pull him up close so my lips are on his ear. "Yes. Friends again," I whisper, "Alright? It's not your fault your mentors are asses." He chuckles and then nods to me.

"Alright then. Alli-.. Friends." I nod at his statement as he makes himself comfortable again. He slowly drifts off to me playing with his hair. It's an old habit from when we used to be friends...

I'm walking through the middle of town square with my game bag, going to Madge's house. I have some good strawberries that her family loves and I know I can fetch a high price with it being just after the reaping.

I pass the train station just in time to see a boy about my age waking out. He's not from here. Obviously. I stop and study him as he talks to an older man who looks like he could break a Capitol train in half.

The boy is about 6 feet tall and has blonde hair. He is very lean and muscular for his age. Especially for someone in District Twelve. He just stands out. The things that stands out to me most are his eyes. They are bright blue. Icy, blue. Something about his eyes... Suddenly I'm interrupted by bumping into something.

It's Peeta. The boy from the Mellark Bakery. The one that saved my life.

"H-Hey Katniss," he stutters out. I nod and turn around pointing.

"Do you know who that is?"

"Who? Him? He is the new kid from District Two. My dad overheard about him while he was talking to the mayor. He's here for some "special training" to see how us outsiders think," he says timidly.

"Thanks," I say and walk to the backdoor of the mayors house deciding to ignore the new boy from Two. I sell my strawberries to Madge and walk back to my house, setting my game bag on the table and taking out the money.

"Katniss!" I hear a small voice screech from somewhere and then I feel a tiny thump on my hip. I smile and hug my 10 year old sister tightly.

"Prim," I smile at her. She starts rambling on and on about her day and I smile and nod, listening as the floorboards of our old house creak softly.

"Katniss?" I hear my mother's voice coming from the hallway.

"Mother." I stiffen up.

"Oh, hi mom! I didn't know you were awake!" Prim says sweetly. I smile and kiss Prim's head.

"Well I need to go hunt some. I'll see you when I get back!" I shout over my shoulder not looking back after grabbing my game bag and sprinting out of the door. I can't stand my mother now. The only reason I tolerate her is for Prim. And that is final.

I reach the woods and slide under the fence after checking to see if it's on. Nope. We are good to go. I walk to my hollowed out tree in the woods and grab my bow and my sheath with my arrows in it.

I sling the sheath over my shoulder and ready the bow in my hand, not taking any chances of letting a prime catch get away. I can't afford that right now. We have been running a little low on game lately. I slowly begin taking steps in a north direction and stops as soon as I do. I hear crunching. As in, not animal crunching, but human crunching. I swing around and have my bow aimed at the heart of the District Two boy. He looks as surprised as I am.

"What are you doing here?" I question cautiously. He smirks.

"Studying the antics of your people," he says as if it's a textbook definition. That makes me angry.

"Well leave and go back home. We don't want anyone who loves the Capitol as much as we hate them here," I growl. His eyes shoot daggers.

"You have no idea who I am or what I think. I may like the Capitol. I may not."

"Likewise," I say, sharpening my eyes. He raises an eyebrow.

"You have... Spunk. Unlike the rest of the people here."

"Umm... Thanks?"

"Don't mention it."

"Wasn't going to."

"Watch it girl."

"I have a name. Katniss."

"Catpiss?" He doubles over laughing. I shoot an arrow a centimeter away from his foot.

"Katniss. Get it right." He nods and then I raise an eyebrow. "Name?"

"Cato. I'm 14."

"Ditto."

"Ditto?"

"Ditto."

"Alright then."

"I like you... Your... Different than how I thought you would be," I aay. He grins at me.

"Ditto." I groan aloud and he laughs. Oh this is going to be an interesting friendship.

I remember that first day I met Cato. Along with the rest of that Summer when we became inseparable as we learned more about each other. His mother died, due to the Capitol being.. Well.. The Capitol.

I slowly told him about my father and family as he told me about his. We learned everything about each other and how the other worked. We became hunting partners. Then, after that summer, he was forced to leave and we had a long goodbye hug at the train station. People were giving me quizzical looks but I didn't care. He was my friend.

He is my friend. My annoying, cocky, talented, hair-playing-with loving friend. I think about all these things as I stare into the fire while he sleeps. Slowly, we are finding our way back.

A/N: Soooo? How did you like it? I hope it was better and longer than last chapter. Thanks! Please review and PM me! :)

~TIFA