A/N - Okay, so this is my first Fanfic, I'll try and avoid doing Author notes if I can. This is the first time I have wrote a Fanfic and published it so please don't expect nothing overwhelming. This is my version of events from the relationship between Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta, which is also known as Fannie for the ship name.

First of all, I'd love your reviews. Constructive criticism and your views on my story will help me to improve it and make it more enjoyable for you. Obviously I am not going to force you but it would be really helpful:) Secondly, I have chosen the most inconvenient time to start a Fanfic as I am in my last year of school and starting my mock exams, so I will try and update as often as I can.. I hope you will understand if my updates are a bit delayed!

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Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.


Chapter 1: The confession

The knocking at my door rouses me, I am reluctant to get up, but I don't want to be rude. Wrapping a robe around me, I quietly stumble down the stairs. I open the door to find Finnick, wide awake and his bronze hair ruffled by the wind. I smile at him instead of greeting him because quiet frankly I feel to tired to speak, he politely returns his, but with a hint of his usual flirtatious self. With our fifth Reaping approaching quickly, I try to make every smile count. You never know what may happen.

I have known Finnick since I was small and we have grown up together. The first time we met, we sat on the beach for hours just discussing what we like to do, so while I taught him different types of precious shells and where to find oysters with pearls, he taught me how to swim. From then on we had a bond, we were inseparable. He distracts my thoughts by strolling in the house casually and throwing me a flirtatious cheesy grin that never fails to make me giggle "Finnick, why are you here so early?! I'm not even dressed yet!" I can feel the burning in my cheeks as I admit the last statement. Even though we have grew up together, I still get embarrassed at the thought of him well..Seeing me. I'd be lying to myself if I didn't admit that I didn't have a crush on him, well, he is the best looking boy in our District. I have managed to get over the looks of hatred and envy I have received over the years. Now, when we stroll along the beach on the weekend, I smile with my head held high, not because I'm evil, I'm certainly not; but because he choose to come over to me, not one of the pretty girls from our school.

"I've always wondered what you looked like when you wake up" Finnick says, disregarding my question and tilting his head to the side smirking. He knows this makes me paranoid and laughs when I scowl at him. "If your here to tease me, then leave, Mr. Odair" I say laughing as he slouches into my sofa still staring at me intently. That's when our green eyes meet and I look away blushing "I'll be down in a second, let me get ready, Finn" I barely whisper, I steal one last glance at him before I climb back up into my room

I tear open my curtains revealing the blazing sun which temporarily blinds me, the normal weather for District 4 I think to myself. I barely take notice of what I pull out of my wardrobe, a pair of denim shorts and a simple black vest top, that will do. I let down my brown hair which falls gracefully to my ribs. I stare at my reflection in my mirror and my green eyes shine in the sunlight. Green eyes are typical in District 4 but mine are more of an emerald colour whereas Finnicks, they are well, beautiful. I have never really classed myself as pretty, not compared to some of the girls that strut around, but it doesn't bother me. I have never lived to impress others, and I have no reason to hate the way I look. I hop down the stairs two at a time and land delicately on the floor barely making a sound.

Finnick raises his gaze and once again meets mine, and from the years we have spent together I know something is wrong, and I am concerned "What's up, Finn?" I sit next to him looking up into his face, I admire him. He is brave and good looking yet, he spends his time with me instead of those flimsy girls in our District who try to charm him. He meets my wary eyes and sighs "I'm just worried about stuff" he says it so quietly I barely hear him. I know what he means, the Reaping is coming up, once again, and its not something people look forward too; unless you are a brutal Career Tribute.

As much as it scares me, I can't afford to worry myself so I normally just disregard those thoughts and save them for the day of the Reaping. I think for a moment, choosing my words carefully
"Are you telling me, Finnick Odair, that you are scared of something" I tease Finnick a lot, just because its cute when he is fustrated. He smirks at my comment, making me immediately grin. He also considers what to reply, I can see the look of concentration etched on his face, then he grins "Annie Cresta, have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" I have no response, utter shock paralyzes me, he must have noticed because he chuckles to himself.
"Why are you trying to charm me Mr. Odair?" I raise my eye brow sarcastically, he smirks
"Annie, love. I don't need to charm you. You're already in love with me. Admit it?" he winks at me and I can't help but laugh,
"In your dreams, Mr. Odair" I peck him on the cheek teasingly and run out my front door towards the beach where we spend all of out free time.

He comes chasing after me, but I'm already on the beach by the time he slumps down next to me breathless "You better watch out Miss Cresta, I'll get you back" he says mischievously, I can't help but smirk. We sit staring at the beautiful waves absorbing the perfect view and sun. I start picking up shells and observing them and Finnick continues to stare at me with great interest.
"You have such pretty eyes, Annie" he has once again shocked me and I am beginning to wonder if he is okay, I look up at him and he is still looking at me "What's with all these compliments Mr. Odair" I say, curiously.
Finnick thinks about his next words before he says anything and we sit in silence for a while listening to the calming sound of the waves. "Annie, I can't- I can't do this anymore. Annie, I love the way your hair curls and how your eyes sparkle. I love how you tease me and how you have never left my side after all these years even if others haven't. Annie I love you"