Finnick Odair
We started to walk home in a comfortable silence, my hand itched to intertwine my fingers with hers. But I was scared somebody would see and take a picture, we would be in gossip magazines in the Capitol forever. It might even get my family and other close friends killed. I should go off and live on my own, and tell President Snows that I never speak with my family, hell even say I hate them, just so they would be safe but I was selfish and didn't do it because I didn't want to be alone. I wanted to be cheesy and fall in love. If the Hunger Games didn't exist I could even think about having children. I always wanted a son.
I coughed "Uh Annie… do you think… uh do you want to-,"
"Just spit it out Finnick." She laughed when she saw my face blush.
Finnick Odair did not blush. It was the sun. I cleared my throat dramatically loud "Do you want to come out on my boat tonight?"
I owned a few boats, a victor had to entertain himself. So I fished and sailed. It was better than losing myself to morphine or alcohol.
"Is Finnick Odair asking to see me tonight?" When I nodded I saw the hesitation in her eyes, I completely forgot she was terrified of the water.
But Annie was a good actress "Sure!" She said. Annie seemed genially excited, but the fear in her sparkling green eyes said otherwise.
"You don't have to if you don't want to." I told her, touching her arm.
"No." She shook her head "I defiantly want too."
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Annie Cresta
What would one wear to meet a handsome man to go on his boat and possibly fish? I honestly had no idea. My little worrying about my outfit had distracted me from worrying about the water.
I decided to stick with the same outfit I wore to the hospital: torn jean shorts and a red shirt. There was a reason Finnick liked me, and it wasn't for my wardrobe. I did my hair differently though I shook it out of my braid and finger combed it. I wasn't beautiful, but I was noticeable.
I was very nervous to see Finnick, but the same time I was excited. Would we kiss again? I shook my head and chuckled lowly. Stop thinking about kissing Finnick. I rubbed my eyes and sat on the edge of my bed, it was different than the one I grew up in, that one was creaky and springy but I find myself wishing for it sometimes. My new one was large and comfortable and probably could fit most of the victors in District 4 in it.
I put my head in my hands, it was very hard to get used to this life. In my old life before I was reaped I would have finished school and would be expected to find someone to marry, probably some average fishermen. I would make nets and try to put food on the table. We might have had babies and my baby could have been reaped. But in a weird way I was now glad I won. I never would have actually met Finnick in person, I never would have learned some of secrets and know the real him, and I wouldn't have found myself liking him more than I even could have imagined.
I didn't realize how long I had been sitting there because when I looked over at the window the sky was pink and orange. I slowly rose from my bed and ran down the stairs. My grandpa stared at me as I was about to leave.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked confused. My grandpa was protective, and that was understandable. But it was a sort of stay-in-my-eyesight-and-don't-leave-me sort of protectiveness, even before the games.
"I… uh… I'm going to go visit Finnick." I told him "He just got back a day ago."
"How old is Finnick?"
"Nineteen." I said casually. He was only two years older than me. "Besides," I lied, "It's not like that. We are going to be talking about Mags, and if she should stay in her house or not."
"Oh." His voice faltered, "Okay."
I went up and hugged him "I love you. I won't stay up too late." And walked out the door.
A few people were on the beach, most of them were packing up their things and leaving. I tried to look casual and control my breathing as I walked over toward Finnick's house. When I came I saw Opal peek out the window, the blinds were shut so it looked like her head was floating and her eyes widened and she waved frantically. I waved and smiled.
A hand grabbed her though and pulled her out. I could hear giggling and a condescending voice. A few moments later Finnick walked out and frantically shut the door. "Run! RUN!"
He jumped off the steps of his house and took of sprinting towards me, I did the same. Finnick was fast and he caught up to me in the matter of seconds. He grabbed my hand and smiled "Sorry, Opal is just getting excited."
We slowed down and reached the dock. Finnick didn't let go of my hand though. He bent down and whispered in my ear "You don't have to do this."
"I'm starting to think this boat doesn't exist because you keep telling me I don't have to do it." I muttered. "Either that or your boat is just really messy."
He bowed "I assure you my Madame that the boat will be in the most wonderful condition it could possibly be in." his voice sounded like a Capitol citizen and I smiled.
I hooked my arm with his and we skipped towards the boat, acting like Capitol citizens. It was nice to get to be relaxed, have fun and be immature for once. I felt free when I was at the beach with Finnick.
Finnick's boat for anyone else who wasn't a victor or had lots of money would find it huge and expensive. It had a good motor, and it was large enough to fit at least five people.
He led me up to the boat and that's when I silently stared to freak out. The water was so close to me, I could practically feel the coldness and wetness of it. I could feel it drenching my clothes and slowly-
"Are you coming?" Finnick asked, snapping me out of my daze.
I nodded and slowly climbed inside, sure enough it was nice and clean. Cleaner than my bedroom actually. Finnick slowly placed his hands on my waist and he half lifted me up. I shivered at his touch.
He jumped on two, I hadn't moved so when he came up the space in between us was very slight, our chest practically touched. His fingers slowly made their way into hand, but he quickly let go and started to push the boat away from the dock.
I decided to help out.
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The first part was us just talking and joking around. I was fine, Finnick hadn't gone too far away from shore, not even a mile away. It helped me relax because I could still see the shoreline.
Finnick got up from his awkward position he was in (we were sitting in the tiny bit of shade the boat had, both curled up next to each other) and he walked over to the railing of the boat.
I slowly got up and crept up behind him. Slowly and quietly I made my way over, trying to sneak up and scare him.
As I walked over my foot hit a slightly wet patch and to my dismay I went plummeting over the edge.
Finnick Odair
One second Annie was trying to be quiet and sneak up behind me (I pretended not to notice) and the next she was over the edge.
I didn't think. I jumped.
The water was cold, but it must have felt ten times colder and ten times as scary as for Annie. I spun around underwater, looking around for any sudden moment. The only thing I could see was the light coming in from and water and my eyes stung from looking at it. Once I finally saw a figure move I was down there in a flash.
Annie's curly hair floated around her and swayed in the water, if it wasn't for the situation I would be mesmerized by it. Her red shirt was losing and flowed in the water, I could see her stomach. Annie's long legs stretched out moved almost lazily and her green eyes were wide in the water, following things that weren't actually there.
I grabbed her hips and kicked hard, pulling her up with me, the surface seemed far away, but I kept kicking. Something moved by my ankle and I realized Annie was kicking too, trying to help me.
Once we got to the top Annie sputtered and coughed up water, she gasped and choked. I pulled her up onto the boat and practically fell on top of her.
I put my head on her chest, her heart was beating, and it seemed to get stronger with each beat. I sighed loudly and hugged her. She started to shiver.
"What are you doing on top of me?" Her expression was priceless and for some reason it made me want to laugh.
"I saw Maxem, Finnick." She looked up to me with sad and confused eyes. "I thought I was getting better."
"You are." I growled, "It's my fault, I shouldn't have let you come on this damn thing." I started to get up.
She grabbed my shoulders and held me where I was "No! This was the most fun thing I have done in a long time."
"Well in that case," I said trying to lighten the mood "Do you want me to give you CPR?"