Annie's POV:
-Annie's 17th birthday-
My phone vibrated and I saw Finnicks name pop up.
Happy birthday my beautiful angel. Love you. F xxx
Finnick and I had been going out since we were both 14. I loved him like mad. My fingers tapped away on the screen until I had composed a message for my boyfriend.
Thank you, Finn. Love you too. What lessons we got? A xxx
We were still in school because we had decided to take 6th form together to get a good education. I tried to persuade him not to because it would slow down his diving training but he didnt care, he was so good at diving he didn't need the lessons really.
Psychology at 10:30-12:00 and performing arts at 1:00-2:30, pick you up in 20mins. F xxx
School didn't start for an hour. A huge smile grew on my face as I thought of Finnick. It happened all the time. I made a mental bet with myself that he was wearing those dreaded beige cut off shorts and that nice checkered shirt with his navy converse. I dressed in a ill fitting tie dyed ying-yang jumper, black leggings and lilac ballet pumps. Five minuets later I received another text from Finnick.
Have you eaten today? F xxx
Not yet. A xxx
Ooo, good, see you soon, my love. F xxx
I sat on my bed and smiled as I quickly brushed my tangled hair. One particular knot was being a bit stubborn but it wasn't bothering me, unlike the other days rude knots refused to vacate my hair. Finally I got the bundle of hair out and I packed my bag with a salmon sandwich and a lemonade and my coursework books then got yet another two texts.
Happy Bday, girl! J xxx
Im outside. F xxx
I texted my best friend, Johanna, back then grabbed my keys and bag.
"Bye, Mags." I shouted to my adoptive mother.
"See you soon, Hun." She called back. Mags adopted me when I was 14. She was too old to have children so she chose me. Shes was so sweet and she was like my cute grandma but with a lot of motherly qualities. I shut the door and ran to Finnick, he was wearing what I predicted and had a big box in his hands.
"Annie!" He shouted as I jumped into his embrace. I giggled like a maniac before he let me down and we sat on the bench in memorial of someone called Philip Seymour Hoffman. "Got you something." Finnick smiled as he handed me the huge box, poorly wrapped, Finnick style, in beautiful floral wrapping paper.
"Finn!" I scolded, we both agreed to not get each other presents this year. We were saving for a flat for when we were both eighteen. Our work was quite low income so we started saving when we were sixteen, my job was in the coffee shop opposite my house on satudays, and Finnick worked as a lifeguard, on sunday mornings and wednesday evenings, in the same swimming center where he did his diving lessons. I laughed and accepted the gift reluctantly, Finn smiling as he eagerly watched me unwrap the flowery paper. I opened the box and saw a load of materials. All different colours and textures and ribbons and buttons. "Finnick, thank you so so much!" I gave him a huge hug and a quick kiss on the lips. I had a sewing machine in my room which I made dresses and tops for all kinds of occasions which mags later sold. I loved designing so much, I wish it was my actual job.
"You're definitely welcome, my love." He laughed and kissed me again. "Guess where we're going?" He held my hand and helped my get off the bench.
"Um... School?" I picked the box up and held it by the handles.
"Pancake house." Finn half smiled and we began to walk to our favourite, yet expensive, restaurant.