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Chapter Seventeen: Wait

While I was working towards my bachelors, Finnick was completing his grad school diploma.

We barely saw each other during the fall after my grandfather's death. We would see each other every so often when we would try to study together, or when we would hang out together, which ended in us sleeping more than adventuring.

Our lives were very busy. I often visited grandma when I could to try and keep her company.

But then there was the small amount of time I had each day to write.

I don't know what possessed me, but I began writing stories of adventures I wanted Finn and I to go on.

I began to create fantasies of us spending each day together, him studying fossils and me writing novels.

I hadn't known he was coming over when I was writing a particular story I hadn't wanted him to see.

Ever.

I heard him knock on the door of my bedroom as he came in. I snatched the paper off the typewriter and under my pile of school books.

It was a very close call.

We spent what days we could together until he had to leave for his graduate thesis. He would be out in the Calgary badlands for two months, trying to find dinosaur bones.

I ached to be with him. I felt quite left out for some time. We didn't get to celebrate his twentieth birthday together, nor did we get to spend the holiday together.

He barely was able to call since he was out in the middle of nowhere, and working very hard.

I often would go to his house to keep his sister company during my winter break since Hayden was with her girlfriend most of the time.

Katie and I went to many girls days.

She even got her first period when she had been spending the day with me. I helped her and then I of course told her mom when we got home.

"Katie had her period while we went for lunch. I gave her a pad to help her feel more comfortable, but she's okay now."

Rebecca thanked me. "Oh thank you, honey. That was so kind of you."

While she went to talk to Katie, I slipped upstairs into finnicks room.

I looked around for a little while. He had many toy dinosaurs and diagrams. He had replica bones and many novels on palaeontology.

I sat at his desk, thinking of how many books he had stacked there.

But it was when I saw a piece of paper that was jammed between two books.

I pulled it out, thinking it might be a drawing he had done. I knew he drew, but never liked to share the drawings of dinosaurs.

Instead of a drawing, it was a letter from my grandfather.

'Finnick Campbell.

I hope your studies are going well, and you are still madly in love with my Ann. I miss her dearly. I wish you both could tell me of your adventures.

Keep our secrets secret, but continue to spoil her in love. I hope it will benefit you both in the future for you big plans.

I wonder if you have chosen when you will execute you surprise. I wish I could see it happen, but I'm sure that Ann will visit me at my grave when you surprise her."

That was it.

What was the surprise? What secrets did they have?

I began to go to grandpa.