The Times We Had

by 922cf

Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta. They were in love. They were the only thing keeping each other sane. Here are a series of the best times they had. Rated T, just because I'm paranoid. I do not own anything, Suzanne Collins does.

3. Moving In

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Finnick carries the last box into my new room. "Finally. You're done moving." My dad died a month ago, and I have been slowly moving into Finnick's house. At last, I can call this my permanent home. "So Cresta. How does it feel like to be living with the man who could possibly be the hottest thing in all of Panem?" A smile creeps up onto my face.

"Well Odair, it is pretty darn amazing. So, how 'bout we go to the beach for a house warming picnic?"

"But this has been my house since two years ago. Why do we need to have a house warming picnic when the house is already warm?" He raises an eyebrow. I run over and push him. He falls down, but not without grabbing me to make sure I fall with him. Our faces end up an inch apart. I close in that space and we kiss. Not passionately, but sweet and innocently. We pull apart and I roll off of him. "So how about it Odair?"

He sighs happily and sits up, putting an arm around me. "You know it." He pokes me in the sides, jumps up and runs away. "Race ya!" he yells.

"God!" I sprint after him.

TO BE CONTINUED