Hey guys,
I hope you enjoy this fic! Just a disclaimer to say that sadly, I do not own any of these characters or the story line. It was all created by the amazing Suzanne Collins.
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Chapter 1
"Annie Cresta, huh?" He tried the name on his lips, he liked the feel of it.
"Yep, Annie Cresta. That's my name, and yours?" I cocked my head to the side with a cheeky grin.
"Finnick, yes I am the Finnick O'dair." Finnick stood up straight and tall, flexing his muscles. Kissing his biceps.
I began to giggle, watching how ridiculous he looked.
"You're Finnick O'dair? Wow!" I slapped my hands up to my cheeks. An exaggerated expression of shock and awe was painted on my face.
"Have sex with me right here, right now!" I playfully threw myself onto Finnick's chest, mocking the never ending amount of fan girls he encounters. My giggles eventually drew to a close, but I stayed where I was I didn't want to let go of him, I didn't want him to be taken away from me again.
I wrapped my arms around him, my head resting on his chest. I felt the rhythm of his heart beat and began to follow it. His strong arms enveloped me and pulled my body closer to his. Gently he kissed the top of my head.
"I wonder what's going to happen to us." Finnick whispered quietly.
"What do you mean?"
"Well I managed to have survive The Games," I felt him shudder in response to the memories, I pulled away slightly to look into his eyes.
It had been two years since he had won the Hunger Games at the age of just fourteen. I remember the day he came home. All we could do was cry and hold each other. It was almost like we were holding each other together, preventing one another from falling apart. I tried to communicate with him, but all he could think about was the games. I would sit there in silence, looking out towards the lake praying that he would be able to speak to me. I prayed that he would heal and overcome what the Capitol had done. I needed my best friend back, and eventually he appeared. Bit by bit, he became Finnick again.
Of course he changed, that was expected. But the real shock was when girls came into the picture. I had to get used to sharing him with others.
I wished that I could do something to erase the scars that weren't visible but burned into his mind. I wanted to overlap those images with thoughts of us together when we were little, swimming in the lake. Finnick and I have been best friends for eight years now, since I was seven years old. Whenever I look at him, I am immediately comforted and at peace. Why can't I do that for him?
"You did, and now you are here with me. Away from it all." I locked my eyes with, a sheepish smile broke out on my lips. "And because you are here with me you must have to be the happiest guy on the planet!"
I heard him chuckle quietly to himself, but it was empty and full of sadness. I took a deep breath and held his face in the palms of my hand.
"It's over now. Nothing like that will ever happen again." I promised.
He nodded quietly in return, there was a long pause where we just stared into each other's eyes. After a few minutes I realised and felt the heat rush up to my cheeks as I began to turn red. I bit my lip and I loosened from his hold and stepped back.
"So Finnick O'dair –" I was about to change the subject.
"You are about as red as a tomato." Finnick laughed as his limp finger pointed to my face.
My jaw dropped, I was unsure of how to react. But he saved the day, as he always did with his award winning attitude. He ran his fingers through his bronze hair with a lop sided grin.
"Don't worry I am used to it." He winked at me before turning around to walk away.
I smiled immediately but scoffed loud enough that he would hear.
"Finnick, you are such a ladies man." I sarcastically praised him but he never turned around to react. I folded my arms over my chest and frowned, I didn't want him to leave. I rolled my eyes and laughed, and he knew that. The great Finnick O'dair knew me to well.
