Weelll heeellooooooo Fanfiction world! I am back! You see, dear reader, if you click on that little author "Kisilee" URL, you will see that this is supposedly my "first story." Well. It's not. I had another account (Kizilee- with a 'Z'), but I forgot my password and that certain e-mail doesn't work anymore. Check those stories out too :P

ANYWAYS, I have recently become obsessed with the possibilities of Finnick and Annie. So I decided to make an epic Fanfiction about them. AH. YES. Adn also- I would just like to say, that the third book will not happen. Ever. I fucking hated that book. Sorry. But I hated it. I may use parts from it, but otherwise, it will NEVER HAPPEN. FINNICK MUST LIVVEEEE.

So anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: SUCK IT SUZANNE COLLINS I OWN THIS BITCH. lol jk... I love your books.. but I don't own them. If i did the third book would have made sense. The end.

Chapter 1

My best friend's name is Finnick Odair. I met him because we went to the same camp from 11-14 years old. We became best friends because of some mean girls in our unit, and we were there to hold each other when we cried- literally. But how we fell in love? That's a long story.

When I first met Finnick, I was 11 years old, and it was my first year at the camp. You see, the Capitol funds 4-week camps like the one I went to, so we can learn how to fish and make netting for our district.

In my 11-year-old point of view, Finnick Odair was a forgettable person. He was funny and not terrible looking; but forgettable. We didn't really take much time in those 4 weeks to get to know each other. It was strictly separated- girls and boys. Girls and boys COULD NOT be good friends, or else they would be accused of dating. And that was not cool.

The next year, I could barely remember his name.

How did he come from the boy whose name I could barely remember to my best friend in a mere matter of weeks? Well, it all started on a warm summer day, when I went back to my camp for my third year on the other side of the district, Camp Tridenti.

Camp Tridenti was a gorgeous little camp, not too expensive (perfect for my family- we were on the poorer side of District 4) and had only about 80 people in the entire camp. It was extremely small for one of these camps, which is why I loved it so much!

It was sitting right next to the ocean, and there was even a long wooden dock that if you weren't careful, could give you splinters the size of toothpicks. Ouch.

In the middle of the camp, was the Dining Hall. On the outside, it looked like some sort of cabin; wooden and run-down. On the inside, it was memories.

The names of units that had graduated from the camp covered the walls. The floors were covered in muddy footprints that the staff gave up on cleaning. On both sides of the Dining Hall, were the cabins; boys on the left, girls on the right. They each had 5 cabins. Of course, my cabin was the smallest and farthest away. Again.

From an outsider's view, it looked like absolute shit. To me, it was beautiful.

So that 3rd summer when my best friend became Finnick, I was 13 years old. I was so excited to come back and see all of my friends, and meet new ones! I saw Finnick and began to brush him off, as I usually did, as the guy who had dirty blonde hair and told equally dirty jokes.

But when I gave him a second glance, it was different. He was different. People were gathered around him, and then I remembered who had won the 65th Hunger Games that past year.

Mr. Finnick Odair.

I didn't immediately fall in love with him, as almost all of the girls in my unit did, but I was drawn to him. This year he wasn't as cocky, he was more… silent. Silent and alluring. I wanted to get to know this tortured soul. Not for romantical purposes, I just wanted to know… him. Who he was, what he had gone through.

Our camp director called him out him in front of our unit and told everyone that he didn't want to be treated differently, because he was the same person before he first went into the Hunger Games.

That last sentence was completely untrue. He was different this year. And I was drawn to him like a magnet. We talked and grew closer over the past week, and my days with Finnick seemed to fly by.

Then, our weekly trip outside of camp came. We were to hike 10 miles until we got the ocean, and then canoe to the middle, sleep in our canoes, and then learn hot to deep-sea fish. Then we were to sleep back at the mainland and then hike back to camp.

I caught a 2-foot catfish, while Finnick caught a one-foot sea bass. It was a productive day.

The next night, we all slept at the mainland under tarps- actual tents were way to expensive. The boys and girls were allowed to sleep near each other, and so I slept under the same tarp as Finnick and some other of my friends.

They were talking about the rough times in their lives. I mainly listened, gave advice or pity when it was needed, but I was mostly there for support, not input.

Suzanne had to go through some major friend problems, entailing having to go to an entirely new school, 3 miles away from her house. She had to get up every morning at 5 just so she would be able to get to school.

Jack had lost his baby sister, exactly a year before the day we slept on the mainland that night. I squeezed his hand and just listened as he spoke.

Finnick was quiet throughout the talk, until those two people had fallen asleep, and I was the only one awake. He then opened his mouth and spoke.

"Do you remember that boy, Trevin?"

I nodded my head, knowing immediately whom he was talking about. He was the last person to die in the Hunger Games, when Finnick had killed him with only his bare hands. It was horrifying to watch, I couldn't even bare to think about actually having to kill that kid. He was 10 years old. How he had gotten to the last two, I will never know.

"I try not to remember most of the Hunger Games… but the scared look on his face right before he died… it never leaves my head. That look was the same thing I was feeling. Utter fear. Right then, I wished I had died instead. I should have died instead."

I was silent. For the first time, I did not know what to say. You see, dear reader, I am usually the one who gives advice, the one who always knows what to do. But when he said those four sentences, I was speechless.

So I just took his hand and whispered, "I'm always here, Finnick, if you need to say anything."

He nodded and put his head down. I could tell that he wasn't sleeping, so I stayed up watching his silhouette and rubbing his back until I saw his steady breathing. Every time he had a nightmare, I squeezed his callused hand and whispered comforting words until he was okay again.

It was the first of my many nights of comforting Finnick Odair. The first of many nights that I saw the side of him he let no one else see. Right then, I could tell, that I would make him better.

No matter how much it took.

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DUN. DUN. DDDUUUUNNN.

Okay that didn't really deserve a dun dun duuunnn but it's still fun to put it there. Did you hear the actual sound in your head? I know I did.

So in the reviews, please tell me what you would like to have on the end of these ending a/ns... I have had song suggestions and funny quotes. Tell me which one or both or a totally different awesome thing!

I would just like to say that I have about 30 pages already for this, and tons of more ideas, so I hope you read on!

If you have an CONSTRUCTIVE criticism or questions or would just like to tell me how awesome I am, PLEASE REVIEW! IT MEANS A LOT TO ME!

THANK YOU WORLD OF FANFICTION. I WISH YOU GOOD NIGHT.

p.s. I'm putting up the next two chapters, because I know readers want to get to their love story and such. So YAY!