A/N: Well here I am again with the sequel to Grey eyes and beautiful smile. So it continues where I left Grey eyes and beautiful smile. Finnick and Katniss have waken up, blah blah blah. If you haven't read the first part of this, you don't have to, you probably can get in to the plot. But I would appreciate it if you did read my fisrt fic, it would probably make this all a whole lot easier. You who already have read the ohter story and liked it(but hated the ending or were confused about it) this is my gift for you! I am not as evil as you all think I am!
One thing though. In this fic, Katniss and Finnick have never met before, they haven't gone the same school! They have only seen each other in their dream. Katniss lives in Washington and Finnick in Boston!
But do you want to know the best part of this story? The best loved OCC character I have ever made, who was in Grey eyes and beautiful smile will be having a minor role in this story too, she'll be in several chapters. Do you guess who it is? Maybe you do, yes it's Hanna! We all love her!(Not)
Anyway enjoy my sequel, don't cry anymore!
Nobody compares to you
Finnick Odair wasn't known for his good patience. He felt like he was a ticking time bomb, ready to eplode as he listened to Emily's worthless and boring talk about how important washing your hair was. Every once in a while Emily would make a flirtarious comment about Finnick's bronze hair, making Finnick almost shake with hatered towards the annoying girl. They were 12 years old, for the love of god! Why does she have such a big need to flirt with him, he didn't want to be in a relationship, he was too young for that.
But the reason why Finnick and his friends even bothered to waste their precious time, which Finnick would prefer to use skating in the schools skatebroad ramps? Finnick's best friend Marvel had a desperate crush on Emily, who was obviously more interested about Finnick than she'll ever be about Marvel.
But Marvel either didn't care or didn't realize.
Finnick had stopped listening when Emily and her best friend Nora had started to enumerate different shampoo brands. He started to think about the dream he had had only six months later. The dream about the girl with grey eyes and beautiful smile. Those fiery grey eyes that set the whole world on fire. The breathtaking smile that made Finnick week from his knees just thinking about it. Some people might find it stupid to fall for a girl who you saw in your dream. Finnick couldn't be sure the girl was even real. But he was. He was sure that the girl with grey eyes and beautiful smile is out there somewhere, waiting for him to arrive.
Of course Finnick hadn't told his friends about his dream. They'd just laugh about it and make fun of him till the world ends. He was sure of it. It was better and safer to just keep her with himself. What if he forgets about her if he tells someone about her? He couldn't risk losing the thought of her.
"Finn, are you even listening to me?" Emily's high-pitched voice called. Finnick turned to look at her, she had put her hands on her hips and looked upset. Finnick couldn't care less.
"Hmm?" he asked, blinking couple times. Gloss and Cato chuckled, Marvel probably would've too, but he was too busy drooling over Emily's honey-brown hair.
"No offence Emily, but who cares?" Cato asked. Emily and her friend Nora gasped, like they couldn't believe that Finnick and his friends weren't interested about what shampoo is better for your hair than others.
"Well we do. And Marvel obviously, he looks like he has been paying attention this whole time" Emily said triumphantly. Marvel seemed to wake up as his name was mentioned.
"What are we talking about?" he asked puzzled. Finnick and his friends started to laugh when Emily's face turned red from the anger. She turned around and stomped away, Nora hot on her heels.
"Did I say something wrong?" Marvel asked, eyebrows furrowed from confusion. He had been so hypnotized by Emily's 'beauty', like some people said, that he apparently had lost his sense of hearing.
"No, we should thank you. She's so annoying", Cato said as the bells rang. They hurried to their math class, that was held in the other side of school.
"Yeah she is, but she's so pretty!" Marvel sighed dreamily. Gloss chuckled to him and patted his back. Sometimes he sounded so girly.
But that was the thing about Finnick's friends. They didn't like girls because of their dazzeling personality. They liked girls because of their looks. If the looks were good, so was everything else. If Marvel was less shallow, he would hate Emily and Nora and their diva friends, and he would be all about avoiding them. But no, he had a huge crush on Emily who barely knew he existed when Finnick was around.
But Finnick was different. Sure he had fallen for a girl in his dreams, because she had unbeliavable eyes and beautiful smile, but those two wasn't his only reason to love the girl. In his dreams, he had heard her singing. It was like an angel had appeared to him from the heaven. She wasn't just breathtakingly beautiful from the outside, but Finnick had got to know her in his dream. She had amazing personality, she was unic, she was everything that Emily and her little gang of clowns could never be. She had straight dark brown – almost black – hair that felt like the smoothest silk there was in his hands. She had olive skin, something so rare to him. She barely had make up ever, if she did wear make up, it integrated to her natural beauty. She was just tall enough to rest her head on his chest, and his arms felt like they belonged to his waist.
She was perfect.
Perfect was unusual concept to Finnick, mostly because he had never seen anything perfect. He didn't believe anyone or anything could really be perfect, but she was. At least to Finnick, the girl with grey eyes and beautiful smile, was the most perfect person there was, and he wasn't going to rest until he would find her. It could take the rest of his life to find her, but he wasn't planning on giving up.
Katniss Everdeen was known in her school for being very intelligent and beautiful. Many boys had a ridiculous crush on her, but being the most stubborn person there is, she was oblivious and didn't notice the admiring stares she got from most of the guys, and some of them were much older than she was.
Katniss's two best freinds Madge and Gale always bothered her, telling her how hungrily boys in Gale's class looked at her. Gale was two years older than Katniss and Madge, he was now fourteen, while Katniss and Madge were only twelve. Katniss didn't have a lot of other friends except these two, but she loved them to death. They had been there for her when things got hard.
Only four months ago, Katniss's and Gale's dads had died in work. They were both police officers, tracking down some gang leader, and had been shot on fateful night. Katniss had to stay strong for her little sister Primrose and for her mother, who had fallen in depression. Katniss had no idea what she would do without her loving, drunk and luckily rich uncle Haymitch Abernathy. He had taken her family under his wing, at least until Katniss's mother gets herself together. That could take a while, Katniss had thought.
Katniss wasn't really paying attention to her English teacher. She was thinking about the dream she had had six months ago. She hadhad a dream about a boy, a boy worth loving. When Katniss's father had died, she had promised herself that she would never marry or have kids. When you love somebody, there is just too much to lose. She couldn't risk to get her heart broken again. Her heart was still in pieces.
But the boy in her dream. He had bronze hair, sea-green eyes, that had a little glint in the corner, meaning he was up to no good. That confident, cocky, but unbelievabely kind smirk made was inpossible to resist. He was a boy she could love.
But Katniss was a pessimistic person. She didn't believe that he was there. And if he was, what if he wasn't as perfect as in her dream? If he didn't love her back? He didn't even know she existed. She should just forget the boy of her dreams, move on and waste her time on something more important.
But Katniss didn't want to forget him. He may not be there, he may not love her the way she loves him, he may not be so perfect, but she could always imagine. Dreaming didn't hurt naybody, right? She could live with him in her dreams, she could have her happily ever after in her dreams. Anything was possible in dreams.
Katniss sighed. Luckily it was Friday. She, Gale and Madge were having a movie night in Madge's big house, meaning a big pile of their favorite movies, tacos, popcorn and everything else that was certainly not good for your health. Katniss loved those nights with her two best friends.
Katniss walked out of school's gates, when she heard her name being called. She turned around, only to see Madge running towards her, her face red and when she caught up with Katniss, she leaned down and puffed heavily, trying to catch her breath. She then got up and smiled happily to Katniss.
"Ready for tonight?" she asked, smirked widely. Katniss gave her one of her very rare smiles and put her arm on Madge's shoulders.
"Of course", she smiled. Madge put her arm around her best friends waist and they walked each other to home. Gale still had an hour in school, he was always complaining about it.
Katniss and her friends were watching Mean girls. It wasn't Katniss's favorite movie, but Madge liked it so much that they had to watch it every time they had a movie night. It was late and Katniss was resting her head on Gale's chest and Madge was leaning on Katniss's legs. Katniss remembed how in her dreams she would rest her head on the boy's chest and how well her head fitted there. With Gale it didn't feel as right, but she ignored the feeling, closed her eyes and pretended that she was leaning on the boy, who's name she didn't know. Please let me dream about him, she thought.
Finnick did not have a good weekend. He would've wanted to go skating with his friends, but knowing Marvel he would invite Emily with them, so he could impress her with his talents. Finnick wanted nothing more than pass. So he spent his time watching television, sleeping and dreaming about the girl with grey eyes and beautiful smile. Finnicktried to remember her name, but nothing appeared in his mind. Things would be so much easier if he knew her name. So he called her the girl with grey eyes an beautiful smile. Or just the girl of his dreams. They seemed fitting.
He was standing outside of his new college. He heard his parents had went there, met each other and fallen in love. His freinds were smoking, not Finnick. He hated the smell of smoke, he despised it. It was bad for his lungs, he hated how it made him cough. It was unbearable.
"Could you guys put those away, you reek", he sighed, making his friends cato and Marvel chuckle.
"Oh, come on Finnick you're such a pussy", Cato smirked. But he still put his ciagrette down, but Marvel didn't. Finnick rolled his eyes to his best friends antics. He always did exact opposite what Finnick told him.
"Damn it", On of Finnick's friends, Gloss was the name, whispered, taking his cigarette away from his mouth.
"What?" Marvel asked, looking slightly confused.
"Look at her", smirking like a wolf that had just seen a big pile of meat. He pointed at their aged girl, who was wearing a dark braid hanging on her back. She had a nice olive skin, and she was carrying many luggages. Finnick's friends wolfwhistled at her, and Finnick smirked. Finnick heard her scoff, and could almost see her rolling her eyes.
"Such a tiny and slender girl, carrying so many luggages. I think she could use some help from a handsome guy who has big muscles, a.k.a me", Cato smirked, and Finnick scoffed. That was typical from Cato. Going after every hot girl he saw, fucking her and forgetting her theminute he exits her house. But who was Finnick to judge his actions? He wasn't any better. He had slept with every girl in his school. He was dating one annoying girl, and fucking other girls behind her back.
"C'mon man, Finnick is badly off", Marvel smirked. It was true, but Finnick would never admit it.
"Thank you from all your support dude", Finnick said, but he was still looking at the girl, hoping he would see her soon again. He saw her stepping in building number five, and Finnick concluded that her room was there. Her braid shined in the afternoon sunlight, making her hair look a beautiful mixature of golden and brown. He remembered that colour. The girl with grey eyes and beautiful smile. Her hair had shone the exact smae way. Finnick watched as she disappeared, the doors she went in close and his friends started to talk about something else. Finnick stayed still, watching the doors, his brain trying to put all the pieces together.
Next morning Finnick woke up, happier than in a long time. He had had that dream before, but he couldn't be happier. The dreams were his clue, his key, his door that opened the road to find the girl who starred in his dreams.
Little did he know that far away, a girl with grey eyes and beautiful smile was having dreams, very similar to his own.
Katniss walked into the huge cafeteria with her newfound friend. The cafeteria was full of people, talking loudly, laughing and eating food, that looked so delicious and Katniss could feel her mouth watering. She noticed the guys who had whistled at her earlier, and she resisted the huge urge to scoff and roll her grey eyes. A guy with icy-blue eyes, blond hair that was spiked up and huge muscles pointed at Katniss and Clove, and started to talk something to his friends.
"What is she doing with the creeper?" the giantic guy, who could snap her in half as easily as Katniss could say the alphabet backwards, asked from his friends who shrugged.
"Ignore them", Katniss's new friend told her, she had obviously heard it too.
"I thought she had a little bit more pride to get normal friends", huffed a guy whit light brown hair, who sitting next to Mr. Muscles. Just then the breathtaking boy, with bronze hair and sea-green eyes opened his mouth.
"Maybe she doesn't know that she's a creep", he suggested. His friends shrugged. Katniss and her friend sat down, next to the window, when they saw two guys walking in. A guy who was as big as Mr. Muscles, but had a dark skin and a cute guy with baby blue eyes and dirty blond hair. The blond haired boy awakened Katniss's attention, and without a proper reason, the guy with bronze hair and sea-green eyes tripped him with his leg. His friends started to laugh, and high fived the boy. Jerks. The dark skinned boy kneed down to help his friend, and so did Katniss.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" she rushed to him. Katniss's friend came after her, a slight worry evident in her hazel eyes. They helped the boy up, and Katniss noticed how the group of jerks seemed to be confused by their actions. Who was the guy with bronze hair and sea-green eyes trying to impress?
"Hey hot girl1" called Mr. Muscles and Katniss turned around to see him smirking at her.
"You should stop helping him and come to sit with some real guys", he smirked. What? How dare he asked such?
"And what makes you think that I want to sit with you?" she asked. Mr. Muscles shrugged.
"Because we're so god damn hot", he suggested and showed his huge biceps, that were the size of Katniss's head. Katniss was livid. What had the poor boy done to them? Oh right, probably nothing!
"And may I ask you what was so funny about tripping him?" Katniss asked, turning to the guy with bronze hair and sea-green eyes. Katniss's breath got stuck in her throath when he turned his breathtaking eyes to look at her. He didn't bother to speak, he just simply shrugged. She snorted and started to mutter about them being bastards.
Katniss Everdeen woke up from her peacful slumber, her head still on Gale's chest. She heard Gale's slight snoring and could feel Madge's breath on her legs. Katniss didn't want to get up just yet, and she turned to look at the clock, whitch was placed on the wall opposite of her. It was half past ten in the morning. Madge's parents had gone working early, they had to make breakfast themselves. Katniss realized that she rarely slept this late. She started to shke her friends awake, as she felt her stomach grumple. It was practicly screaming for food.
"Guys wake up, I'm hungry", she complained. Her friends woke up, badgering, and they made their way to the kitchen.
The whole time Katniss was thinking about the boy with bronze hair and sea-green eyes.
A/N: So this is where I stop the first chapter. Some of you might notice, that I have used the chapters of Grey eyes and beautiful smile on their dreams, but I made them better(hopefully). So review, follow, favourite, I'm very exited about this!