I saw this prompt on Tumblr (thank you, otpprompts!), and I just had to do it. It fits them so well! Admittedly I did take a few liberties- it doesn't end with him asking her out since they're already dating in this one, but hey. Hopefully this one will at least make you smile! :)

Oh, and btw, the song goes to the same tune as Ginny's Song from A Very Potter Musical.

Prompt: Imagine Person B has written a song for Person A on the ukelele. Person B plays it to Person C just to get C's opinion on it. Turns out that the song is horrible. When B goes up to A with ukelele in hand and starts strumming the song, C swoops in and smashes the ukelele right before B has a chance to sing it. C tells B: "Just take 'em on a date."

It is a well-known fact that composing a song for somebody you love can be very romantic, if done right.

It can also be horribly embarrassing, but people tend to forget that part.

Finnick Odair was always looking for new, cutesy little ways to remind his girlfriend how important she was to him. But after three notebooks full of sappy poetry and an entire garden's worth of flowers, he was starting to feel as though he should try something else.

"Maybe a song?" His friend Peeta suggested. "I personally sound like a dying cat when I try to sing, but you... I think that could work."

So Finnick wrote a song (which turned out to be surprisingly similar to writing poetry), and sang it to himself. And though it was definitely a good song lyrics-wise, it was missing something.

An instrumental accompaniment, he realised.

Several cups of coffee later, Finnick finally found the instrument with the right sound online at three am.

It was perfect.

He ordered one straight away, and hoped it would arrive promptly.

Johanna just let herself into Finnick's house, as usual, without knocking.

"Hello?" She called out experimentally.

"I'm in the toilet!" Finnick's voice yelled back from another room.

"Good to know!" Johanna shouted, flopping down on the sofa. "There's some kinda box for you on the doorstep by the way! You expecting anything?"

There came the sound of the toilet flushing. Finnick poked his head around the door a few seconds later.

"As a matter of fact," He said, hurrying across the living room and opening the front door.

Sure enough, on the doorstep sat a box with his name on it.

Grinning, he picked it up and carried it inside, kicking the door shut behind him.

"What is it?" Johanna asked, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees as he placed the parcel on the coffee table and sat down on the sofa beside her.

Finnick slid the box closer and began to peel off the parcel tape sealing it shut, "A ukulele."

Johanna laughed, but stopped abruptly when she realised that he was being serious. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Peeta said I should write a song for Annie." Finnick explained sheepishly, his new ukulele sat nestled in his lap. "I did some research and this was the only instrument that fit the tone of the song I wrote."

Johanna leaned back in her seat once again and folded her arms. "I'll believe it when I hear it."

"What?" It took a moment for the request to register. "You want me to play it for you?"

"Come on," She smirked. "Or I'll just assume it's rubbish."

"Hey!" Finnick snapped defensively. He had spent hours labouring over that piece of music. It was his baby. "Fine, I'll play you the song. But you can't tell Annie, okay? I want it to be a surprise."

"Okay," Johanna promised tiredly. "Just play the damn song already!"

And so Finnick played the song.

He had never touched a ukulele before, but in the days spent waiting for its arrival he had looked up thousands of tutorials online teaching you how to play, so he had a rough idea of what he was doing.

And when he was done, he was rather proud of it. It really did sound better with something else there, in the background.

He studied Johanna's face, gauging her reaction.

She stared at him blankly for a moment before bursting out into hysterical laughter.

"What?" Finnick asked. "What's so funny?"

"It's awful." She managed to force out between bouts of laughter. "Are you seriously gonna sing that to Annie?"

"I thought it was pretty good." He huffed, adding in a childish lip pout for good measure.

Johanna stopped laughing and looked at him sternly. "Seriously, you're my best friend. I don't want you embarrassing yourself. Do not play that to Annie."

Finnick said nothing, merely picked up the remote, put his new ukulele on the coffee table, and stood up so as to turn the television on.

Annie would understand him.

The doorbell rang.

Giving herself one last quick glance in the mirror and smoothing her dark hair down with her hands in a vain attempt to tame it, Annie hurried to the door.

"Why do you have a violin case with you?" She asked her boyfriend suspiciously. "You look like a 1920's gangster."

It was a fair point. Since their date was at a formal restaurant, he was wearing a tuxedo, which only really heightened her comparison further.

"I have a surprise for you." Finnick told her, smiling excitedly. "Close your eyes. I'll tell you when it's okay to open them."

Grinning, Annie covered her eyes with her hands and waited.

"Okay, I'm ready."

She opened her eyes to find Finnick holding a ukulele, the violin case from before lying open at his feet.

Annie laughed excitedly, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Finnick had absolutely no reason to surprise her- she knew without a doubt that he loved her. But he seemed to enjoy doing it, and she loved how it made her heart leap every single time, so she wasn't about to complain.

"I wrote a song for you." He explained to her. "Want to hear it?"

She nodded, biting her lower lip to keep from squealing. "Yes, please!"

Finnick took a deep breath and started to play:

"She always looks so dandy,

Sweeter than cotton candy,

Annie!

She makes me feel all funny,

Like it's snowing but it's sunny,

Annie!

She-"

How Johanna managed to sneak up the garden path without Annie seeing her, we may never know. But it happened nevertheless.

Grabbing Finnick's shoulders from behind and spinning him around to face her, she snatched the ukulele off of him and proceeded to hit it repeatedly against the wall of Annie's house.

"I said," Smash, "That song," Smash, "Was rubbish!" Smash.

Annie stood there as her boyfriend wrestled the broken remains of his ukulele off of his best friend, wanting desperately to intervene but not seeing how she could be much help.

Out of breath, Johanna turned to face Annie and smiled innocently, kindly.

"Enjoy your date." She said sincerely, turning and leaving.

Annie knelt down on the floor beside Finnick, who was now sitting with his broken ukulele resting in his lap.

"Change of plan," He told her, his tone serious. "I'm going to cancel our reservation, and then we are going to give Steve a funeral. It's what he would have wanted."