What?

"Y-yes… Why?" I stammer.

His face goes blank. Then turns to utter shock, then excitement.

"It really is you." What? Who am I? I guess that I must look confused, because Marvel continues to explain. "You're Katniss Everdeen, the one that Finnick hasn't shut up about for the past… five years. It's definitely more than nothing, Katniss, I think he's been in love with you since he came here."

I can practically feel the colour drain out of my face.

"I don't know how to respond to that." Marvel's eyes are dancing with mischief and delight.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Girl on Fire." I suddenly become irrationally angry.

"How the hell do you know about the Girl on Fire thing? Ugh, that's pretty creepy, Marvel." The bell went just in the nick of time, and I ran down the stairs and bolted out of the door to Haymitch's pickup. I needed time to think about this Finnick situation, and if I feel anything for him. I had started the engine and was just about to go when Mr Stalker-with-the-amazing-green-eyes-and-perfect-face shows up and sits in the passenger seat.

"Prim sits there," is all I say. That's the only coherent sentence I can form.

"What just happened? Are you okay, Katniss?" he asks, pure, genuine curiosity and worry evident on his features.

I swoop my head around to face him, "I don't know, Finn. How does Marvel know about the Fire thing? Which one did you tell him?"

"The better one. Listen, please don't get mad, I just want this friendship to be real. I wanted you trust me, and let me protect you like I should've that one night. Katniss…"

"Don't talk about that night, Finnick. I didn't mean to start the fire. Please, get out; I need to pick up Prim." I tried to say it as calmly as possible, but thinking of my parents always makes me start.

"Hey, don't get mad at me! I missed you ever since I left. I tried to meet you the night we left, but my mother wouldn't let me see you. I don't live with her anymore, though. She did the most despicable thing, I'm never gunna talk to her again, even if she's-

"Finnick. I'm never gunna speak to my mother again."

"Kat, I'm sorry, but the circumstances are different." Different? "Will you meet me at the tree, tonight at seven? Please?" His eyes are so pleading, it almost hurts.

"I'll try." And with that he got out of the car, shut the door, and watched me drive away.

I pulled out my phone and checked the time. 5.32. I was meant to pick up Prim at quarter past five. I go as fast as I can to Prim's school, and I slimly dodge multiple cars, as well as going about 30 miles over the speed limit. However, I manage to get there in three minutes, even with the traffic.

Her little smile as she waved goodbye to Rue warmed my heart. Never mind that she's Finnick's sister. When she gets in, I do my most serious face and say, "Would you like to go and get some pizza, miss?" after her melodic, young giggle, we pull out, and head to Domino's. Haymitch told us to be back by half six at the latest, and we could go out again later if we told him so. We finish our meals and head out, only to find that we have ten minutes to get home. I drive and drive as fast as I can, but safely, for Prim's sake. So it is definitely not my fault when we are waiting at the traffic lights when a lorry swoops round the corner and hits us. Prim is just about to scream when all the glass and metal comes flying at us.

Then black. That's all I see.

Third Person POV

Deep in the woods, Finnick has been waiting for almost half an hour. He thinks that he may've blown it with Katniss, by telling Marvel about when Katniss set herself on fire. He was just about to doze off when he heard heavy plodding steps coming from behind him. He stands up, not wanting to look scruffy, but before he can say anything, the man stops him.

"Are you Finnick Odair?" he says gruffly.

"Yes, I am. Why?"

"Oh kid… I've just got a call. I'm Haymitch, Katniss' uncle. She's been in an accident. Woke up asking for you, apparently. Come with me." Finnick follows Haymitch to his car, and then they zoom of to the hospital.

(Meanwhile)

Katniss POV

White. That's all I see. White walls. I promptly shut my eyes again, very quickly. Where am I? What happened? A lorry hit you, that's what. Where's Prim? Where's Finnick? I can't breathe through my nose anymore, so I quickly gasp in a lungful of air.

A nurse either sees or hears me, and comes rushing in.

I manage to get out a quiet; "Where's Prim?"

"She's in the other room. Don't worry, she's safe." Thank god. Then bronze hair briefly comes into my imagination.

"Where's Finnick? Is he here?"

"No, not yet." Liar. How can she know who Finnick is?

Just then a larger doctor in a big white coat comes in, and orders me to stay still. He says I need to stay under medication for about an hour longer, until my blood and oxygen levels return to normal. Then I am injected with this morphling stuff, and I fall under instantly.

When I wake, something is on my hand. I try to yank it away, but I am too weak. I try to wiggle my toes, and just succeed in doing so, but not without a lot of pain. I groan from the sting that goes up my legs, and then the weight on my hand shifts.

"Katniss? Oh thank god you're awake. I was so worried. I've only had you back for a day. Are you okay? Do you want something to drink? Or eat?" He keeps on rambling for what seems like ages. Maybe he's gone insane. I don't care, though. I could stare into those beautiful eyes forever. I don't realise that he's stopped talking until his lips are on mine. I don't have time to respond to the kiss before he pulls away.

"I-I'm sorry Kat, I jus-I… I don't know… I've wanted to do that for a long time and I didn't know what to do to make you stop hurting." I still can't stop staring at his anxious, beautiful face. He catches me staring, and soon the silence starts to become awkward. I try to stammer something out, anything.

"I can leave soon; I've broken my knee cap and ankle on my left leg, that's all." Relief floods his face, but quickly returns to a form of sadness. "What?" I ask.

"I'm really sorry I kissed you, Katniss."

I don't think that I can help the blush that creeps up my neck. Luckily, before he can see it, a nurse enters the room. Finnick pipes up first, naturally making the nurse swoon and blush, and I'm left to think about what Marvel said. Is he in love with me? Maybe that's why he kissed me. I don't know.

When the nurse leaves, he looks back to me and smiles. "Get some sleep, Kat, it's late."

"Will you stay with me?"

He looks unsure before he answers, "Always."

I try to sleep but those questions are all that I can think about.

What do I feel for Finnick? What does he feel for me? Why on earth did he kiss me?

A/N; I'm so sorry that it took so long, I just haven't gotten around to doing it before now, and I was in Australia for a week, laptopless. If you have any interesting ideas for this story, PM me, or leave them in the reviews