DAMN YOU INTERNET! WHY ARE YOU SO DISTRACTING!

Internet: Do you find this distracting?

Me: Hell yes!

Hehe sorry for the randomness.

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Annie Cresta

The next day I when I woke up the sun already was up high in the sky, the light rays stretched into my room and temporarily blinded me as I sat up. Finnick was gone. A huge lump formed in my throat and I couldn't swallow it. I squeezed my eyes tight when I thought about yesterday, his lips on mine…

I shook my head and blinked my eyes hard. I could hear the soft pattering on footsteps downstairs, my grandfather was up. I wondered how he managed to keep himself calm when I was in the games. Did he know that I would be coming back?

I slowly rose from my bed, and placed my feet on the floor it was surprisingly very warm, so were my tears as they started to slowly flow down my face. I left my room and avoided my grandpa as I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I couldn't take baths, it reminded me too much of the games. I wouldn't have bathed at all, but somehow Mags managed to coax me too. But I would probably never step into the ocean again.

After I showered and changed into a white shirt and tan shorts I walked downstairs while pulling my hair into a ponytail.

"Hello Annie." My grandpa said causally. He was trying to act like everything was normal, like I was speaking for the past few days, unlike what I actually did which was be silent and basically not move. The atmosphere in the room was sort of awkward and tense, like he expected me to snap any moment. Well I wouldn't, I am going to get better. Just like Finnick said, my healing process starts now.

"Hi." I sat down. He had brought out some bread and jam, grandpa had to go to work. Which I didn't get, we now had the money, but he refused to sit around. I wish I could be doing something like that. Mags or Opal would be coming over, like they were my babysitters.

I slowly sat down and picked up a piece of bread and started to but jam on it, before I won the game we couldn't by certain luxuries like jam. Usually it was too expensive but now that I was a victor we were rich. It felt weird. I was a victor, I shouldn't have won, I was just lucky. Like President Snow said

I quietly ate my food and watched my father pack he nodded and left the house. In the matter of seconds the door opened again and Opal appeared, not even bothering to knock.

"Hello Annie!" She beamed.

I smiled too. For some reason Opal was determined to be my friend. She seemed to like me very much, which was fine. She seemed kind and sweet and nothing like Finnick. No, Finnick was all of those things, I was just mad. Opal looked a lot like him too, she had the same large sea-green eyes and bronze hair, and hers was redder though, it shone like a penny. She wasn't helping me not think about Finnick.

She sat down across from me "So… Finnick left."

I nodded "Yea. I heard." She didn't know the actual reason why he left, she didn't know that he had to sleep with multiple different woman

"You didn't say goodbye to him." The tone in her voice wasn't anger, she didn't sound hurt… more confused if anything. "Why?"

I honestly had no idea what to say to that. It wasn't like I was going to tell her I kissed her brother and he pulled away, and then I foolishly ran away like a child. But that was what I was to Finnick. A child. "I said goodbye to him last night." I lied. "I feel bad I didn't get to see him this morning." That wasn't I lie, I did want to see him. But I was sure he didn't want to see me

After I finished eating Opal and I left to go outside and try to enjoy the day.

Finnick Odair

It sort of felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest when Annie didn't show up and say goodbye. I could see why she didn't, I basically pushed her away from me and demanded that she left. I kicked myself for doing it, I never should have forced her to leave. If anything happened to her it would be my fault.

I put my head in my hands, soon we were coming up to the Capitol and already I had to go on a date. I just would just have enough time to throw my suitcase into my room and change into something more 'presentable'. An Avox came and handed me a small slip of paper.

Libertus Blundic

Time: 6:00 pm

Meeting Place: Opportunity Restaurant

Was written on the slip, I placed the note on my bedside table, I would need it for later, didn't want to mispronounce the girls name. I turned around and looked at the time, 5:04 the clock read. I swiftly walked to the bathroom and decided to take a really long shower. The showers in the Capitol didn't confuse me anymore, since I had been coming to the Capitol for five years now. I knew which buttons to stay away from. It took me months to master the shower, but I did it.

I stepped out onto the shower and walked on the matt, in the matter if seconds I was dried off from the Capitol's technology.

After changing into my tuxedo I looked over at the clock it was 5:44PM, I quickly fled the room. I took an elevator down, thankfully nobody was in the elevator with me. It was just me and the awful music they played.

A limousine was waiting for me outside. I wordlessly got in, the driver knew where to go but he never said anything. I wondered if he was an Avox. No the Capitol wouldn't allow an Avox to drive, they would might try to escape this hellhole. I would too.

When I reached the restaurant it was a ten minutes past six, hopefully she wouldn't care, hell she, might find it sexy. The sly, elusive, bad boy Finnick Odair. As soon as I stepped into the restaurant I put on the charm.

I could see Libertus sitting at the table, it had to be her, she was the only person without someone sitting with her. She was holding a purple wine glass, one of her long fingers brushed against the rim of the glass. She stared at me with a look that I think was supposed to be lust when I sat down.

"Hey Libertus." I winked at her.

She blushed slightly "Hi Finnick. Call me Libby."

I sat down, while I slowly slid into the chair I made sure my leg brushed against hers. She smiled slightly. As far as the Capitol fashions went she defiantly following the trends.

She had long curly dark blue hair, her skin was a light purple and her eyes were a vivid bright green, nothing like Annie's natural sea green eyes. Unlike Annie's natural pale pink lips Libby's was painted on and it was a bright bubblegum pink color and when she smiled her teeth were unnaturally straight and white.

Throughout dinner she flirted with me, and I did too making her giggle. It got very annoying but I had to pretend it was adorable. Before I came she must have consumed a lot of alcohol because she sort of slurred when she spoke and her face was turning red, which was weird to see because her body was purple.

After dinner she wrapped her arms around me, her expensive fur jacket brushed against my nose. "Let's go back to my place…" she whispered.

I put my arm around her waist and we walked over to the limo that was waiting patiently for her. She basically yanked me in and I almost fell on top of her.

This was going to be a long night.

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By the time it was over Libby almost fell asleep, I was putting back on my clothes. I walked over and whispered "Uh Libby?"

"Mhm?" She moved around on her bed. I grabbed the sheet and put it over her body, she made a sighing sound and her hair was wild and in her face. "Oh!" She rubbed her head "You payment. It's on my-,"

"Actually," I cut her off "I want to do something different."

Libby rolled onto her stomach and dug her elbows into her comfy mattress, "Well what is it?"

"Secrets," I whispered seductively. She would be the perfect one for it, she was a secretary for one of the Gamemakers

"You don't want me money?" She asked confused.

"Nope. I have enough money and treasures anyways."

"Well what does it have to be about?" She asked worriedly, like she didn't want to tell me any of her secrets.

"Anything. Could be about you, the President, the Gamemakers or even the Capitol."

"Uh…" Libby thought long and hard. "O! I got it." She leaned towards me "You can't tell anyone, okay?"

"That's what secrets are."

"Okay… you know how President Snow was so young when he rose for power? And how fast he climbed the social ladder, guess how he did it? One word. Poison."

I shouldn't really believe her, but it sparked my interest. "Really?"

"Yea. So many people died of mysterious deaths. Don't you remember?"

"I was young when Snow became the President." I told her.

She blushed, remembering that I was only nineteen, and she must have been in her late thirties or early forties. "People were dropping dead, people that were once his allies and became a threat. The deaths were blamed on unknown viruses, bad shellfish, and some he even said they were just overworked. People started to get suspicious."

"So Snow drank the poison?"

"Exactly, but the antidote didn't work completely, he has those mouth sores, that's why people think he wears that perfume. To cover up the stench of blood." She sighed "I used to love the smell of roses, but seeing him made me stop liking them."

I didn't expect a secret that big, "H-how do you know this?"

"I heard one of the Gamemakers gossiping about it." She shrugged. "But you can't tell anyone. Okay?"

"I won't." I promised, and slowly stood up from my kneeling position "Have a nice night."

Annie Cresta

For the whole day Opal and I were outside. Collecting seashells, walking alone the shoreline and once I sat in the sand and watched her swim. I missed the feeling of the water, but I was too afraid to go back in.

I was bright red, sunburnt. I didn't even notice until I scratched a bug bite hard.

"Want to go visit Mags?" Opal asked sitting down beside me, finger combing her wet red hair.

I nodded "Sure why not."

We walked over, out feet moving at the same pace. It was nice I didn't have to run to keep up with someone. Someone actually wanted to talk to me.

Opal knocked on the door. It echoed across the house. A few minutes passed and she didn't come open the door. I frowned, Mags wouldn't be asleep already, and it was still early. There wasn't a sound in the house.

Getting impatient I turned the knob, it was opened. "Mags?" I called out. No answer.

I walked into her living room. It was empty. Pictures of the past tributes she mentored hung up on her wall. A younger Finnick seemed to glare accusingly at me.

I walked into her kitchen. A body laid there.

Mags.

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By the way the restaurant is called 'Opportunity', just in case you were confused. Ha-ha. Also I didn't really want to right a sex scene, and if I did I would probably be laughing hysterically while writing it.

With the secret Libby told him I actually turned to the page where Finnick was telling everyone about him prostituting and the secrets, that's on page 171-172.

In the last chapters Mags hasn't had her stroke… at the end she is starting to.

I'm not sure if you know, but I'm planning on doing this in Annie/Finnick's P.O.V. throughout Catching Fire, and Mockingjay.

Oh my goodness you guys are going to hate me so much… Uh… I am going somewhere in a few days for about a week, but unlike last time I won't be staying with an elderly person so I'm pretty sure there will be Wi-Fi.