A/N: Hey guys . . . um . . . I just wanna say I won't be updating for a while. Just some stuff that's happening and I'll be very busy. To make up for that I'm posting two chapters up for you today. Enjoy.

Chapter Tweleve- 65- Hey dad, I want to be your girlfriend

I wake up with a start. My head aches from the fall and I think I've sprained my wrist. Could have been worse I guess. Bliss could have died . . . I could have died.

Why do I keep dreaming of Mya? In the dreams she looks about twenty years old. Older than me and both her parents, but I didn't feel twenty years older in either of the dreams she featured in. Is this a sign of some sort? Maybe it's something to do with Project Infant . . .

As I sit up I'm startled to find Maurice sitting across from me, his sea green eyes boring into my grey ones. No . . . wait . . . that's not Maurice . . . that's . . .

"Finnick?" I frown.

Finnick smiles at me. "Are you alright?" he asks.

"Uh . . . yeah," I answer, a bit stunned.

Are these Finnick's Games? Why didn't Zeb say? Did he know? He must have knew! But then maybe he doesn't know that Finnick is my father in law to be . . .

Oh this is weird. He's fourteen. Finnick I mean. He's currently younger than me. Spooky.

"Shouldn't you have finished off the job while I was unconcious?" I ask curiously. "Your a career after all."

Finnick shrugs. "I'm a career, sure. Doesn't mean I'm not nosey. You jumped off the 45th floor of that building. What can I say? I want to know why."

I look up to the building behind him and notice the open window that I leaped from. That's very high up . . . why didn't I die? Luck maybe? Doesn't seem like good luck really exists in the Games though . . .

"I was chased out," I answer simply. "Worth keeping me alive for that?"

Finnick narrows his eyes and frowns. "You remind me of someone," he says.

"Oh?" I ask.

"It's the hair. Brown and messy," he muses.

Bliss must be a Seam girl. I never thought to have a look at my hair. I was too busy busting some notes with Darren. It's strange. Whatever the Capitol did to the tributes seems to have made them sing whenever the moment suits a song. You can't help it, it just comes up your throat and gets released out.

Brown and messy . . . Annie. Is he thinking of Annie? Did he even know Annie before he went into the Games? Maybe he noticed her in passing or something . . .

"So are you going to kill me or what?" I ask. "Or am I getting a head start to make it more fun?"

He laughs at me and twirls a knife round in his hand. "You can run if you want," he shrugs.

"Yeah, well, I won't give you the amusement of that," I sniff. "I think I'll stay here."

It's so alien talking to him like this. I only met him back when I got District 4 to uprise, thinking he was dead most of my life, and now here I'am talking to him in sarcasm and, I'll admit it, irritation. His cockiness, even as a fourteen year old, is grating on me.

Before he can get a chance to even try and kill me a curvy red head marches up behind him with a look of death in her emerald eyes. "Finnick what the hell are you doing?!" she screeches. I wince at her voice. It's so high pitched it nearly shatters the glass on all the buildings in sight. "Why didn't you kill her?!"

Finnick rolls his eyes at me and whispers, 'Kill me,' before turning to the girl and sighing. "I was getting to it Addie," he says.

"Sure, of course you were," Addie sighs. "You know, your sympathy is going to be the death of us all!"

"Really? Last time I checked I killed more people at the Bloodbath than you did," Finnick replies.

Addie scowls and I can't help but ask, "Are you two a couple?"

As Addie grins and says, "Yes!" Finnick slowly shakes his head and mouths, 'No.'

Regardless, Addie doesn't notice. She grabs the scruff of Finnick's shirt and pulls him to his feet. For such an athletic boy he seems to comply to this girl's demands way too much.

"It's because Addie's mother is the boss of the boating company Finnick's father works at," Zeb, suddenly making an appearance in my head again, explains. "Once he wins the Games, Finnick will have enough money to provide for his family himself. But until then he's dating Addie to keep her and her mother happy. Therefore keeping his father in a job."

"So, really, if he wanted to, he could dump her now he's in the Games? Since when he gets out he can provide for his family?" I think.

"Well, pretty much, yeah," Zeb answers.

Something wells up in my throat as I watch Addie argue animately with Finnick, who just contributes an occasional eye roll and overexaggerated sigh to the arguement. I don't like it. I recognize the feeling. From when I was with Darren and he started to break into song.

I also recognize the song coming into my head. Oh lord no! He's my father in law to be! My fiancee's father! Don't make me sing that! I know I'm Bliss and all that but really?!

As people used to say years ago, it's showtime!

I jump to my feet and walk over to couple, walking through them and spinning round on my heel beside them.

"Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend!" I sing as loud as I can. I lean my arm on Finnick's shoulder and point at Addie, "No way, No way, I think you need a new one!" Addie looks immediately annoyed and I can't help but raise an amused eyebrow at her. She scowls in return. "Hey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend!" Finnick laughs and I swat him on the arm. At least it's entertaining someone. "Hey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me! No way, no way, you know it's not a secret! Hey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfriend!"

I back away from them with a grin on my face that makes them follow me across the deserted road. While still walking backwards I continue.

"Your so fine, I want you mine, your so delicious," I sing. "I think about you all the time, your so addictive! Don't you know what I can do to make you feel alright?"

I jump onto a bench by the sidewalk and do a 360 spin. "Don't pretend you don't know, I'm damn precious, and hell yeah, I'm the District 12 princess! I can tell you like me too and you feel alright!"

I let my body droop a bit and flick my thumb towards Addie, rolling my eyes. "She's like, so whatever! You could do so much better! I think we should get together now! And that's what everyone's talking 'bout!"

I move around the bench, dancing like a real professional while I repeat the chorus. Addie looks like she's about to burst in anger while Finnick looks like he's going to burst into hysterics.

"And in a second you'll be wrapped around my finger, cuz' I can, cuz' I can do it better! There's no other, so when's it going to sink in, she's so stupid what the hell were you thinking?" I jump off the back of the bench and run back round to them, sitting down on the seat of the bench and throwing one leg over the other. "And in a second you'll be wrapped around my finger, cuz' I can, cuz I can do it better!" I repeat, wiggling my pinky finger. "There's no other, so when's it going to sink in, she's so stupid what the hell were you thinking?!"

I jump to my feet again and swipe some imagniary dirt off Finnick's shoulder. "Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend! No way, no way, I think you need a new one! Hey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend!" Addie tries to punch me but I duck under her. "Hey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me! No way, no way, you know it's not a secret! Hey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfriend!"

As the song ends I pull Finnick into a hug and whisper into his ear, "Primrose Mellark misses you and Maurice Odair loves you."

Before he can ask what I mean I run down the road as Addie screams and chases me away. "Good luck Finnick!" I yell as I disappear from his view.

As I run down the road I hear Addie's footsteps following me. I jump onto a vegetable stall cart and pull myself onto the gutter at the top of the shop building behind the stall. I pull myself onto the roof of the shop and cross my legs. As Addie passes I laugh and call out, "Better get back to your boyfriend Addie! Might run off on you!"

Addie stops in her tracks and glares at me. "What's it to you?" she hisses. "He's mine and we'll be together forever!"

I bark out a laugh and fall backwards onto the roof. "Your so naive!" I chuckle. "Your in the Games! Only one person gets out remember?"

"We'll figure out a way," Addie snaps. This makes me laugh harder.

"No, you won't," I retort. "Wanna know a secret? Finnick's gonna live. He's going to win and go back home to his family and be rid of you for good!"

Addie screams, "LIAR!" at me and chucks a ninja star at me. I squeak and fall onto my side to avoid it. Her miss just annoys her more so she scales the stall too. I scramble to my feet and run to the top of the roof. She's fast though and reaches me at the top.

Grabbing my shoulder, she spins me round and goes to punch me. I duck and crawl under her spread legs and pull her hair from behind. She shrieks and stamps on my foot. Damn it she's in high heel shoes! As the pain shoots up my foot I release her hair as I cry out. She elbows me in the stomach and pushes me to the ground.

I slide down the roof at top speed and manage to slide round my side. I quickly grab the gutter with my uninjured hand as my body goes flying off the roof. My heart beats like a rabbit as Addie strolls down the roof and grins at me. "Night, night twelve," she grins as she steps on my hand and crunches down.

I think I hear some bones crack as I let go, screaming as I plumment to the ground for the second time today.

Only this time I don't hit the ground. I land onto the stall roof. My back bends like a bow in pain but I roll off the stall and run before Addie has time to get down and get me for good.

Now both my hands are hurt. If I trip I won't be able to catch myself. Best not trip then I guess.

Trying not to trip ultimately makes me trip. I manage to shoulder roll it over though. Once I'm back on my feet I find a clump of bushes behind the gate to an entrance of a park. I dive inside them and hide as Addie runs past. I don't come out until she's well gone.

I sit up right in the bushes, my head just poking out of the leaves, and examine my wrists. They're both badly bruised and are painful to move.

I swear under my breath. In the Games with both my hands injured? Not good. Not good at all.

"I see you thought the bushes was the best place to hide too!" A voice chirps loudly beside me. I jump so high I nearly clear three feet. I look to my side and gasp at the girl grinning beside me.

I want to answer her but the glint of the knife in her hand makes the words fall out of my mouth dry.

A/N: I'm posting the second chapter up immediately. I hope you liked this one.

Question: When you read the chapter, '65 - Primrose, get your gun,' did any of you notice that the Games number was Finnick's year in the Games?

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