Hi in request of gold fire, since todays her birthday, wait, is today the 13th? My itouch has all the dates wrong and says it's Friday the 13th, which is not right. Well, I think it's her birthday today. Well she asked, and here is your 1st chapter. I'll try to get a second, but seriously, my time management is just that tad bit weak. So just hang on.

Fin: I don't want a convo.

Me: oh yes you do!

Fin: you do know that you stole this idea from someone right?

Me: *blushes* yea, now shut up.

Fin: you shut up

Me: I don't want a convo with you!

Fin: now that's the spirit!

The news of Annie and Finnick spread like wildfire. Burning through the town, one word passed on to the next. It became warbled and weird, totally different than the seemingly harmless talk that it started with. Along with the gossip, it burned girl's hearts, and in return, it burned Annie's, and when her's got burnt, Finnick's did too. It was truly a wildfire, killing, rasping, sending it's feiry image upon the district. And the people with the matches are the people who started it.

Roxanne.

Roxanne was the one with the matches, and sadly, Finnick and I were the one with the fire. We lit up Roxanne's match and she set a fire upon. So now my hearts being torn apart with the dirty stares and the angry whispers. No one should live like this. The only thing that's keeping me anchored is Finnick.

'Finnick,' I say as I got into his house.

'Hey Ann,' He replies and jumps on the couch with me. The couch creaks, protesting. I kiss him on the cheek, and in return, he captures my lips with his. My cheeks turn a shade of pink and I look at the screen.

Hunger Games.

'Ann,' Finnick says.

'Ann,' He says again.

'what?' I ask, a bit too harshly.

'Ann,' He says.

'Yes?' I ask

'Look, I'm not leaving you or anything okay? I just need to go back to the Capitol to mentor,' He says.

'How long?' I ask, though I know exactly how long, two months, three tops, but two is a long time.

'Ann, you know,' He replies.

'But I don't want you to leave Finny,' I say, like a small child, leaning on him.

'Finny?' He voices, a touch of amusement in his eyes.

'Why, you know Icky?' I ask.

'whatever, hey, but it's okay,' He replies.

Silence.

'when are you leaving?

'in two weeks,'

'two weeks?'

'yea, I can't stretch it any more, sorry Ann,'

'what?'

Sobs racketed my body.

'it's okay Ann,' he says, soothing me.

His hand goes up my shirt and around my stomach, anchoring me to him. Electricity courses through me, tingling through every tender touch.

A small bittersweet smile comes out on my face,

~2weeks later~

'bye Finnick,' I say.

'anything else you want?' he asks.

A few days ago, I was looking at a small blue dolphin strung on a plastic cord. It was five dollars and our money weren't to be spent on pleasures, they were for emergencies. I was gently fingering it, outlining it, until I was sure I could use a stick and draw the exact thing on the beach.

'anything you want Ann?' he asked.

'nothing,' I quickly said.

'it looks like you want this,' he says, taking it.

'can I have this?' He asks the woman at the stand.

'wait, wait, what?' I ask, trying to snatch it out of his hand.

'stop, stop Ann, it's for another girl,' he says coldly.

My heart sank. What?

He bought it, paying, and we walked back to his house.

'do you like me?' I asked meekly.

'of course I do,' he says, startled.

'I have a gift for you,' he says.

I wait expectantly.

'turn around' he says and I sigh.

One hand comes around and cover my eyes, the other places something around my neck.

'now look,' finnick orders.

It was the necklace. The dolphin one.

'Finnick!' I protested, 'you lied!'

He smiles a devilish grin and kisses me on the lip, on my nose, and gently sucked on an earlobe. I could feel his mouth curving into another bad-boy smile as he kissed me, knowing that I was trying to consume my moans.

Now he is standing in front of me, a suitcase in hand, blinking at me.

'n-nothing,' I stutter and the same grin envelops his face.

'I think you needed this,' he ays and swoops me up into a kiss. This time, his tongue, gently licks my bottom lips and I hesitate before opening my mouth and let him take dominance.

'it's ok,' he says, 'I'll meet you later, but I'll be on stage,'

he winks.

'goodbye,' I murmer at his retreating figure.

Part of me hoping I won't be reaped, and half of me hope that I will.

Sooo? Huh? How about 20 reveiws this time? LOL how about different people.

Luv luv

~ waterbluewings