Lost at Sea || Finnick Odair x OC (DISCONTINUED)

Thirty-Four: pookie has fun

DAPHNE

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"ARGH! Finnick, how many damn times do I have to tell you that the salt goes on the left, and the pepper goes on the right?!" I scream as I rearrange them for the ninth time this week. As a response, I just get a girlish shriek sent from the top of the stairs.

Every single day, I regret this.

"Are you getting ready?" I call up. I slip my black ankle boots on, not bothering to retie them.

"Ready for what?" His head peeks beyond the door of the bedroom, and I see how messy his hair still is. In a fit of rage, I take off one of my boots and throw it at him, but he giggles and slams the door shut before it can hit him.

"Get dressed, you cock!" I yell as I retrieve the boot and put it back on. "I wanna go see her!"

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" He yells. The door opens again, and his hair was been mysteriously combed out into a fluffy and attractive style, and he's wearing a nice white sweater with grey pants. "Happy?" He groans as he puts on some shoes.

"No, not really." I grunt as we walk to the front door. This is one of those few times I wish I owned a car. I want to get to the square quickly to see Johanna. As I'm speed-walking down the empty, dark streets, Finnick is behind me going on some spiel about how I'm always rushing him when it's my time, but when it's his time, I move at the rate of a sea cucumber. I'm mostly tuning him out as I make sure my black skirt is adjusted accordingly, or that my dark green blouse highlights my breasts in a classy- yet elegant- way.

"Okay, shut up." I wave off as we navigate the crowd. A few people wave to me, some gasp at my arrival. I haven't even bothered seeing the past few Victors. Frankly, I've hardly been into town the past few months. A few people point and whisper as Finnick catches up to me, now matching my pace as we search for Johanna.

He finds her before I do. "Johanna!"

I hear her yell, "Finnick!" from somewhere to the left, and when I turn, she's marching forward in a nice red dress and brown ankle boots that don't really match, but still look cute anyway.

"Johanna!" I smile as I hold my hands out. Finnick goes to greet Johanna, but with a surprising amount of strength from such a small person, she shoves him into some random stand, and accepts my embrace anyway.

"Daphne!" She smiles and laughs as she pulls away. I smile at her as Finnick starts apologizing to the vendor whose butter he knocked over, and he even offers a few coins in payment despite it not being his fault.

"How've you been?" Johanna asks as she leads me away.

"Eh, pretty good." I nod. I've been happier (though more annoyed) since secretly living with Finnick, but I've had a rocky few months for some odd reason, even though nothing prompts my little "episodes". I don't want to tell her that I think there's something wrong in my brain, so I just switch the subject. "How do you like the food here?"

"Very fishy and very salty."

"Gee, I fucking wonder why?"

"Oi, don't give me such a shitty attitude." Johanna snaps. I raise an eyebrow at her, wondering what she can do, but there are several sharp objects nearby and not a pool of water for me to get away, so the odds are more in her favor at the moment. "So, are you and Finnick-"