Hey! So here's the first chapter! B to The W xD This is what I hypothesise about their ages :3 I made up the birthdays (: Thank you so much for reading!

Finnick is 14 in 65th games

He is 24 in the 75th

Annie was in the 70th games

Which was 5 years after Finnick

So just say she's two years younger than him

Finnick is 14 Annie is 12

Finnick is 24 Annie is 22

Finnick is 19 Annie is 17

If Annie's birthday is two days before Hunger Games

And Finnick's is two months after

Annie is 13 when Finnick is 14 (And in the Games)


Finnick~

I still sort of remember the first time I met Annie, when we were six...well, when she was four and I was six. Our parents were talking at someone's wedding party and I was wandering around in my underpants. Even back then, I didn't like wearing clothes that much... but Annie was wearing this blue floaty dress, and she looked so cute in it, and she came up to me and said "You're in your pants. Where are your clothes? Do you have clothes?" and I said "Yes, but I don't want to wear them."

"Why?" she asked.

"Well, have you seen my muscles?" I said flexing my arms.

That's what my mother told me I said. She said I was a right little flirt when I was young. I can't remember that bit too well. But Annie just laughed and said I was very "muscled."

We sat together at dinner and I showed her some knots. She was pretty good at them too. And pretty. I think that's when we became best friends.

We used to fish together, with little buckets and nets, and then we would swim to the coral reef and follow the fish underwater before catching them like we were taught. We'd build sandcastles and draw pictures on the beach, and stay up for ages watching the stars. When she started going to school I watched out for her, and hung around with her. We told each other everything, had dinner at each other's houses almost everyday, and had special places that we went to. We had a secret "fish language", secret codes and secret signs. We were extremely close, and everyone either called us the twins or asked when the wedding would be.

On Annie's 13th birthday, two days before the Reaping, I kissed her.

We'd gone down to the rockpools and I'd given her a knotted bracelet I'd made. She was really happy when she opened it and put it on immediately.

"Annie?" I said, stepping closer.

"Yes Finn?" she replied, fixing the bracelet onto her wrist.

"Happy Birthday."

"Tha-" Her eyes grew wide as I leaned forward and kissed her. It was impulsive and reckless, which was why I was so relieved when, a few seconds later, she kissed me back. We stood there kissing for a while, until suddenly she broke off.

"I-I have to go home, my mother will want me to set the table for dinner!" she said hurriedly.

"Wait, Annie, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure, see you later Finn!" she shouted over her shoulder as she rushed along the beach, her hair streaming behind her in uncontrollable waves.

I sat down on the sand and doodled for a while. I'd known I liked her for a while now. We'd pretty much grown up together, and I knew her as well as I knew myself. If not more.

I wondered if I'd blown it. But she'd kissed me back! Sure, she'd left quickly, but she said she'd see me later.

I sighed and erased my sand drawing of a crab, trickling sand between my fingers. Standing up, I fished some leftover rope from my pocket and tied water knots in it until it it was too small to do anything else with. I shoved it back in my pocket and walked into town, to the bakery. I bought a loaf of bread for my mother and ate a piece immediately. What? It smelt soooo good! And tasted loooovely. I love bread.

When I got home my mother was setting dinner on the table. She turned when she heard me enter the room.

"Finnick," she smiled. "You're just in time, any later and your father would make you have it for supper"

"I bought some bread," I held up the bread. "And I gave Annie her birthday present."

"Ahh, good. Did she like it?"

"Yeah." I blushed then ducked to take my shoes off. If my mother noticed, she didn't comment. Instead she told me to put the shoes by the door and wash my hands before eating. I had just sat down when my father came in, brushing his overalls down.

"Alright son? Busy day?" he asked as he sat opposite me.

"Yeah, I hung around with Annie." I replied, grabbing some bread and putting a piece of cod on top.

"Oh? I see." He took a piece of bread and copied me.

"Did you get a big catch then?" I took a bite of my food, hoping to distract him.

"Oh, yes, the weather was very good today, we got a good haul" he answered, mopping up his sauce with the remainder of his bread. "Actually that reminds me of that day when..."

"Good..." I said vaguely as he launched into a long fishing tale that involved three jellyfish, someone's lunch and a beard. Instead of listening to his story for what felt like the 500th time, I tuned it out and thought about Annie. I loved how funny and kind and genuine she was, how she wasn't afraid to tell me off for excessive shameless flirting and not paying attention in class, to the point where my teacher threatened to send me back to Annie's class more than once. I wouldn't have minded, only I wanted to do well to please my parents. Annie was really clever, probably more so than me to be honest. I really couldn't help wishing that she would say that she loved me too...

"Finnick, are you eating that bread or is it going to fall on the floor?" my mother's voice roused me from my daydream.

"What?" I said, taking a big mouthful of food.

She raised an eyebrow and glanced at my father, who smirked and said "You wouldn't be preoccupied with any...young ladies, would you Finnick?"

"No!" I spluttered.

"Well you wouldn't be interested in this then..." he said, taking a bright green envelope from his pocket. "I found it at the door when I came in, it says "Finnick Odair" in some weird kind of curly girly writing, hmm, I wonder whose that could be..."

It took almost all my patience not to snatch it out of his hands.

"But I guess you wouldn't want it, would he dear? He asked my mother, who shook her head sadly.

"No, it's too bad for that poor girl, for shame Finnick. For shame." They laughed.

"Urgh!" I groaned. "Just give it me already. Please." I added.

Ever so slowly, my dad handed it over.

I ripped it open to find a sheet of paper that read:

Dear Finnick

Thank you very much for the birthday present. It's very pretty, I love it.

Finnick, we need to talk. Meet me tomorrow at the rockpools after breakfast?

Love,

Annie