Hey everyone! It's been a week, and I've decided to update once more. School's been insanely crazy, but I managed to pull through! June 28th here I come! XD Anyways… I hope you enjoy, and thanks to everyone that has favorited/followed so far – You all are fantastic, and I'm super grateful. It would've been pretty awkward for me to try to continue to write and post without any support at all. :P How do you all feel about Finnick's POV? Well, please favorite/follow/review – LOVE and *smiles* :D

LOOK AT THE WORD COUNT! XD (It's short, but that's not what I'm talking about xD)

~Elsie {Katniss}

"Identity"

By Katniss-Odair-the-Mockingjay

Total Word Count: 2,345

Genres: Romance/Family

Identity: I've never been so happy to have an identity mix-up in my entire life because that's how I met Finnick.

Walking down the hall swiftly, I smile sweetly at all the people I pass. There's Madge pushing her grandma in her wheelchair, heading outside to get some sunshine. There's Rue, our little ball of sunshine, with my little sister, Prim, the sweetie of the place. They're speaking Chaff who's telling them a story of how he lost his arm in a war years ago. He tells everyone he meets (and even those who've heard the story before, like me) the story. I've probably heard it at least twenty times, but I don't really care. This is how it is at the nursing home. Most of the people here are still living in the past rather than the present.

Then – there's him.

Him – the boy with the bronze hair, easygoing grin that makes all the female caretakers swoon, and dreamy sea green eyes.

I find myself biting my bottom lip a bit as I walk past, smiling at him anyway. But he doesn't see me. He never does.

It's as though he's constantly in a different world; the only time he ever really notices that there are other people around him is when girls actually begin to claw on his arm. I swear, the only reason some of these girls volunteer here is because he's here.

Approaching my destination, I knock on the door before peeking my head in.

"Pearl, dearie?" a raspy voice calls, "Is it you?"

"It's me, Grandma," I respond, my smile widening. I never knew my grandparents, but I have Grandma. Well, let me explain.

I met Grandma around half a year ago after I'd been volunteering at the nursing home for at least two years. I'd never ventured down this hall, and when I did, Grandma mistook me for her granddaughter, Pearl. I spent the day with her, finally deciding that I really loved her; from that day on, I came to the nursing home three days a week like normal, only this time, I was Pearl Odair for two days a week and Katniss Everdeen for the other five days.

Heading straight to Grandma's chair, I give her a huge hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, dearie, it's so nice of you to come today," Grandma coos. She's all bundled up even though it's over 70 degrees outside with the sun shining brightly.

I raise a brow at her layers, "Grandma, are you cold?" I question.

"Oh, no, dearie. I'm actually quite hot, but the other lady wrapped me up like a mummy in this!" Grandma then pouts her lip adorably, and I can't help but laugh.

Beginning to untuck all those blankets, I make sure that Grandma is still comfortable in her rocker. "Are you alright? I mean, I'm so sorry I missed last Tuesday," I say regretfully. But it couldn't have been helped. Tuesday had been jammed packed because Prim and Rue had had senior prom which was a huge deal to them. "Prim and Rue had senior prom that day."

I had made sure that they were all prettied up that day, taking care to threaten the boys they were going with: Rory Hawthorne and Thresh Wheaton.

"Oh, they did?" Grandma sighs happily. "I remember my prom – Can you take out my memory book, Pearl, dear?"

I respond by going straight to the end table by her bed, unearthing her "memory book." It's a scrapbook that she keeps to remember her friends that have passed away as well as her husband, children, and grandchildren. From what she's told me, none of her family visits her besides one of her grandsons. She's actually from District Four instead of District Five where we are now; I'm actually from District Twelve but moved to Five with Prim for work a few years back. I found this nursing home and immediately fell in love with the people here.

Handing her the memory book, I sit down in a chair next to her, "Here, Grandma."

"Thank you, dearie," she says, turning the pages rapidly before landing on a specific page. "Ah, here it is," she states proudly, tucking a piece of her white hair behind her ear. She has no need for glasses, and her stormy blue eyes can still see clearly. She's dressed in a floral blouse and a bright colored skirt, and her white hair is tied in a secure bun. "Look – this is your grandpa," she points to a bronze-haired man in a tuxedo fondly.

Smiling sadly, I try not to cry. Her husband passed away a few years ago, but she acts as though he's still alive. It's actually very heartbreaking.

"And this is me," she states, finally looking truly alive. In the picture, she looked so radiant. Her hair was blonde and and curly, and her blue eyes were sparkling with joy. She was slim and beautiful in her white dress, standing tall and proud.

"You look beautiful," I say, rubbing circles in her back gently, "Beautiful."

She nods, but I can tell that she's departed mentally. She's in a world where her husband is still alive and where her children and grandchildren love her. With this in mind, I take my leave eventually, going back to a world with just Prim, the nursing home, and my job. I'm going to make it.

After that visit, I fall into a rut, accidentally forgetting to go to see Grandma that Thursday. Realizing this, I decide that after finishing folding some laundry I'll go see Grandma and apologize profusely for missing our biweekly visit.

Entering the nursing home with Prim, I drop her off with Rue, sign in, and head to Grandma's room as quickly as I can. I can hear voices from inside but clear my throat and knock anyways.

"Come in," a deep masculine voice states.

Tentatively, I push the door open, "Grandma? I'm sorry; I just wanted to apologize for missing yesterday – I was drowning in work and couldn't get out of any of it. Good news is that I'm here, but I see that you already have a…" my voice trails off.

It's him.

Oh gosh.

How does he know Grandma?

"Grandma – Who is this?" he questions, running a hand through his bronze-colored hair and raising a brow at me suspiciously.

Grandma just laughs at him, "Dearie – That's Pearl. How could you forget your own sister?" she playfully pushes his shoulder slightly; I've never seen her do something like that before.

"Grandma – She's not my sister," he says in response, not understanding at all.

Shaking her head, Grandma begins denying, "No, Finnick; she's your sister, Pearl. How can you not know your own sister?"

I decide to intervene, "Look, I'm terribly sorry to have intruded, but I'm Katniss Everdeen, otherwise known as Pearl Odair to Grandma."

"Finnick" looks very confused. "I'm expecting a cup of coffee later, alright, Miss Katniss Everdeen?"

Smiling slightly, I nod. "Alright – I'll be waiting for you outside, and I'll see you next week, OK, Grandma?"

Nodding and smiling at the two of us, Grandma agrees happily, "OK, sweetie. Finnick, say goodbye to your sister."

Finnick struggles a bit before relenting, for Grandma's sake. "Bye, Pearl." He then escorts me to the door, opening it for me and pushing me out gently. "I'll be expecting an explanation, Katniss," he whispers to me before closing the door behind him.

Leaning on the wall, I cross my arms over my chest and wait for Finnick to exit the room so that I can explain. But Finnick – he – is related to Grandma? He's her grandson? I always wondered how he was connected to the nursing home, but I certainly wasn't expecting that.

"Katniss?" I hear a voice call from down the hall. It's Prim.

I wave at her a little bit, "Yeah?"

"Rue and I are going to go get some ice cream with Rory and Thresh, OK?" she says. "We'll be back soon, promise."

Sighing, I nod, "OK, Prim." My little sister is growing up quickly, and I don't know if I like it – She's just a senior in high school. She's my little duck. But she's no longer just my little duck – apparently she's Rory's little duck too, if that ring on her left finger has anything to say about it. But she's too young, I protested. They wouldn't have it and said they would be getting married a month after graduation. Personally, I thought they were insane but gave them my blessing once I saw how happy they are together.

Will I ever be that happy?

My thoughts are disrupted as my head jerks up at the sound of a door closing.

Finnick.

"Hey," he greets me easily.

Offering a smile, I answer before accepting his proffered hand, "Hey."

"Let's go then, shall we?" he says, leading me down the hall. Girls are swooning, and he just gives them one of his self-effacing grins and a flirty wink; he has this natural charisma that he doesn't seem to realize he has, and he's the perfect gentleman, opening all the doors and holding them for me. Then there's how he walks on the side nearest the street and even the fact that he covered our bill without a second thought at the little café.

"So, Katniss," Finnick begins with his hands wrapped around his cup, "How have you earned the name, 'Pearl Odair'?"

I chuckle nervously, not knowing how he'll react, "It's a long story."

"Well, I've got time," he grins back at me.

Smiling softly, I begin my story, "Alright – Well, around half a year ago, I visited with your grandma, and she mistook me for Pearl, your sister. She's so lonely, and she said that no one visits her except for you so I decided to keep on visiting her and giving her company whenever I could. She's a really sweet lady, and I never knew my own grandparents so it's nice, y'know?

"I mean, I don't want you to think that I'm taking advantage of her or anything. I just enjoy her company, and I hope she enjoys mine," I state frankly before taking a sip of the caramel Frappuccino I ordered. Swirls of caramel decorate the inside of the cup, and some whipped cream decides to cling to my nose.

A smile spreading across his face, Finnick hands me a napkin, "Here you go – You know, I'm glad that there are other people visiting her. Like you said, she's been really lonely ever since Grandpa died and our family decided to put her in a nursing home. I do my best to visit at least for fifteen minutes every day; I can't believe I never noticed you before."

"Well, not a lot of people notice me, to be perfectly honest," I continue taking tiny sips of that heavenly drink.

Finnick's sea green eyes widen. "I don't believe that – You're beautiful!" he exclaims.

I freeze. "What?"

"Uh," he begins to stutter, "Uh – uh – You're beautiful, Katniss. I'm not even going to try to make myself not seem awkward because you are beautiful, and anyone that can't see that is blind."

I give an awkward little laugh before sipping once more and sinking into the cushions of the booth we're sitting in. "Well, I can't say that I agree with that."

"Don't say that because I'm not taking it," Finnick declares before reaching out and tucking a piece of brown hair behind my ear. "You know, you kinda do look like my little sister – not completely the same, but you certainly have the same brown hair. She definitely lucked out with it because it's very beautiful. She's in her second year of college as of now."

"That's nice; I can't say I'm doing too much now as a secretary for a terrible boss in a stuffy office; I do a little archery on the side as a hobby, though, and my sister is a senior in high school. She wants to go to med school and is engaged to her high school sweetheart," I state, beginning to lean on the window slightly, yet I can't bring myself to look out of it as I'm normally pulled to do. Instead, I find myself enraptured by the man in front of me and his sea green eyes.

Finnick seems to be quite interested in everything I have to say, keeping his side of the conversation going very well. By the time we finish our drinks, I learn that he works several jobs at the moment while trying to help support his sister in her studies and dream of becoming a doctor. It's funny because Prim wants to become a doctor too. Finnick's a waiter at this fancy restaurant, a model, and a taxi driver all at different times of day and different days of the week. I admire his perseverance greatly, and he's a very sacrificial man. He's a family man like how I'm a family girl.

Finally, he offers his hand, and I stand up, grabbing our cups and used napkins. He takes them from me with a smile and links our hands together without a second thought as we walk to the exit; he drops the trash out in a garbage can near the door before holding the door for me to exit.

It's then that I decide that I was so lucky to have had an identity mix-up – I mean, how else would I have met Finnick? When he smiles at me, I know that I'll cherish this moment forever in my heart, similar to how Grandma keeps her memory book in the drawer of her end table for easy access.

We head out of the establishment, and he turns to me with a sparkle in his eyes, "Hey – Can you Google the best way to ask a girl out on a second date?"

Quirking a brow, I smirk a bit, "Why don't I save you the trouble and just say yes?"

"That would be much appreciated, Katniss," he responds, throwing his head back and laughing, swinging our joined hands gleefully. "You're the best!"

No, Finnick – You are.