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A/N Thank you @xVioletVibesx  for this idea!


Cloves PoV

"Alright, so your hands go down like this," I say doing the motion, "Then up like this."

"What the heck are you doing?!" Cato asks scrunching his eyebrows, flailing around like a maniac.

I shake my head at him.

"No, no, no! What are you doing?!"

"I DON'T KNOW!!!"

"Ok, new dance?"

"No dance!"

"New dance!"

"Why though?! I don't need to learn tiktok dances!"

"Yes you do. Oh oh oh! You're gonna be great at this one!" I grin.

I begin to play a song and Cato narrows his eyes at me.

I'm a savage ( yeah) Classy, bougie, ratchet (yeah)

"what are these lyrics?!"

"Ignore the song, follow my dance! First, hands lik-"

"I CAN'T FREAKING DO IT!"

I roll my eyes.

"Pleaaaaase try!!! I need you to do it! For meeeee?!" I say batting my eyelashes.

"You're gonna laugh!"

"Maybe..."

I spend another half hour, attempting to get Cato to cooperate, and finally, finally, he manages to...sorta master the dance.

"Let's go through it again!" I cheer.

"Pleaaaasee no!"

"YES!"

He sighs as I play the song again.

I'm a savage (yeah) Classy, bougie, ratchet (yeah)

"Pump your hip more!"

"NO!"

"DO IT CATO!"

"NO!"

I pause the song and shake my head at him.

"We're doing it again. More hip! Or else!"

He sighs and I once again, start the music.

When he comes to the hip pop, he exaggerates it dramatically and I whoop.

The song ends and Cato glares at me.

"Good job!"

He rolls his eyes.

"Can we go for ice cream now? You promised."

"Onnnneeee sec," I say clicking my phone.

Cato attempts to look over my shoulder, and I hide the screen.

"What are you doing..."

"Wait a minute, then we can go."

"Clove, what are you ddooooooing?!"

"I'm done now. Cato darling, you're going to be internet famous!"

"Wait..." He says letting my words sink in. "Internet Famous?!"

I nod grinning evily.

"YOU POSTED ME DANCING?!"

"Yep!"

"I-Wha- NOOOO! CLOVE! FQWOIJSAFJPQWPFJAPOSFJ!"

He grabs my phone, quickly opening the video.

He grimaces at the hip pop moment, me yelling in the background.

"Clove how could you?! Take it off!!!"

"No can do!"

"Please please please please please!!!"

"You're not changing my miiiiind!"

He frowns, and grumbles something under his breath, as I giggle, leaning my head onto his shoulder.

"I still want ice cream."

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