Yeah, yeah I know I have other stories but I just LOVE this paring, any way this is a series of One-Shots centering around Finnick and Annie. Well here you go.

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Finnick and Annie

The Fishing Boy

Finnick

The first time I saw Annie Cresta, she was out on the mud flats looking for clams with two of her little sisters, it was a warm day in May, I was coming in from fishing with my father. I was nine, it was around Noon and I was tired, we had been out since five o'clock this morning on our fishing boat. I walked over to her, she looked a little younger than me, her sisters looked about four and they were just splashing around in the water.

"Hi." I said, she jumped and looked at me brushing some of her curly brown hair out of her face, and I saw she had a stunning pair of bright green eyes.

"Oh, Hi." She said going back to her digging.

"I'm Finnick Odair." I said kneeling next to her.

"I know who you are fishing boy." She muttered. "I'm Annie Cresta.

"Oh, how do you know who I am?" I asked.

"Well for one, your dad and my dad knew each other, so my dad pointed you out to me, and for another, it's the hair, no one else in district four has hair that color." She said, still digging in the wet sand for her clams.

"Oh, well it's nice to meet you too." I said.

"Are you just going to stand there?" She asked.

"Well what do I do? I don't know why you're even doing that." I shrugged.

She pulled a clam out of the sand, dropped it in her bucket and looked up at me. "Well my family, digs for clams, and since I don't expect someone so high up as you to know how to do that why don't you just leave. We have to go anyway."

"Oh, okay, will I ever see you again?" I asked.

"Yeah, I live right there in that cabin." She pointed to the first of a dozen small cabins on the shore. "You can come over sometime if you want. But I have to go now. Chrissa! Kendall! Come here!" The two little girls who were the spitting image of Annie ran over. "Bye Finnick Odair." She waved behind her and walked off, holding the bucket in one hand and her sister's hand in her other.