Chapter 3

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Johanna's POV

I wake up to the smell of eggs and toast coming from downstairs. I really don't want to get out of bed. That was the best sleep I've had in a long time. Probably before my games four years ago. I groan, getting out of the covers and trudging downstairs.

I can hear the sound of Annie giggling with the sound of Finnick's laughter. My stomach tightens. I've lost my hunger now. I walk downstairs and poke my head around the corner.

"Johanna!" Finnick and Annie say enthusiastically at the same time.

"Good morning," I say gruffly, running my fingers through my hair to get out the tangles. I'm not a morning person. These two look like they've been up for hours. "How long have you two been up?" I sit down on a stool behind the kitchen counter.

"Maybe an hour," Annie says, glancing at the clock.

"Exactly," confirms Finnick. He kisses her on the lips, making Annie giggle.

I roll my eyes at them. It makes me uncomfortable seeing them well... Like this. I've never been an affectionate person, so seeing these kinds of things make me feel awkward. "Get a room," I mutter.

"In your dreams Jo." Finnick winks at me. "What do you want for breakfast? We've got eggs, toast, muffins. Annie's a really good cook!"

Annie blushes. "Not really."

"We have coffee too. And don't you dare say that. Your cooking is amazing." Finnick hugs her from behind.

"I'll have coffee and toast please," I say, looking at the countertop. There's a newspaper beside me, so I sneakily grab it and begin browsing through the pages. Annie hums a tune while she makes the toast. Finnick hums with her, pouring coffee into a mug.

"Sugar or milk?" He asks, lifting a sugar cube between his fingers.

"Both please."

"Coming right up!"

His enthusiasm is weird. I've never seen him this happy in my life. Even when we were hanging out at parties before the rebellion. He's turned into a completely different person after marrying Annie. It's good for him.

Annie passes me my plate of toast and coffee. "Eat up," she says cheerily. "We've got a big day planned."

I roll my eyes when she turns around. "You bet we do," I mutter. Finnick gives me a strange look afterwards. I sigh, stirring my coffee around with my pinky finger.

~ * ~ *

Annie and Finnick drive us to an outlet mall near their house. I really wish that I slept in longer, because now I'm realizing that bath is coming sooner than I thought. We walk into a bathroom section of a store. "Johanna needs some new bathroom needs, like things in the shower and brushing teeth," Annie says, looking down at her list of things.

"Like this!" Finnick grabs a bottle of fancy shampoo, grabbing it's matching conditioner.

"Twenty-five ninety-seven," Annie reads the price out loud. "That looks good." She places them in the basket.

"No, no," I say, trying to pull them out of the cart. "I'll pay! Or it least I'll pay for a set that's cheaper than that! You don't have to buy me things."

God, this nice thing is driving me insane.

"Hanna, it's okay." Annie smiles softly at me. "Let us do this one thing for you, okay?" She grabs a set of body washes and places them into the basket.

"Annie, she needs some towels and clothes!" Finnick calls from another aisle over. I run around the corner, finding Finnick stacking towel after towel into a basket.

"I only need one Finn!" I pull away three of the four towels, trying to neatly stack them on the shelf.

"Two. What if one gets dirty or wrecked?" He raises an eyebrow at me. I look at him like he's crazy.

"Oh fine. Whatever." I throw my hands in the air, running over back to Annie in the next aisle. She's selecting a toothbrush and toothpaste for me. "Annie, it's okay!" I say. She glances up at me with wide eyes. "I mean." I try to remain calm. "I already have a toothbrush and some toothpaste," I try to tell her calmly.

"You're going to run out eventually," she replies, putting them into the basket. "Finnick what did you find?"

Finnick comes running to us with a huge pile of things. "STOP. RIGHT. THERE." I try snatching some of the things away. I don't need new makeup and hair products! Why are they so freaking nice?

"I don't need all of this." I shake my head, placing a hand on my forehead. I'm starting to get a headache. This day is overwhelming me. And I still have to take a bath afterwards.

"Jo, relax." Finnick pats my shoulder. I nearly jump out of my skin. I wasn't expecting that. "Let us take care of you," he says, smiling warmly. So many women would love having Finnick Odair take care of them, but I just want to be by myself, alone.

"Okay." I give in, allowing them to do whatever they're going to do next.

~ * ~ *

The afternoon seemed like it was never going to end. We went out for lunch at a cafe and afterwards went to a bookstore and clothing store. Finnick went insane. He kept throwing random books in the cart. I would look at the title, decide if it would be good, and if it wasn't, I'd place it back on the shelf. It took thirty minutes to find five books.

Then came shopping at the clothing store. I've never been into fashion, or even wearing clothes in general. But since I only brought a few shirts and pants with me, Annie insisted that she'd help me buy some more. I ended up finding some really nice clothing that I secretly liked.

Shh, don't tell anyone.

When we arrived home, I gulped. It didn't feel safe like it did last night. Now, knowing I have to take a fucking bath, it felt like returning to the Capitol.

"No." I instantly say when I get out the car door. Finnick and Annie look at me concerned. My legs are shaking. I bite my lip to try to stop it, but I end up biting too deep and now I can taste my own blood in my mouth.

"Johanna are you okay?" Annie places her hands on my shoulders. "We can get you some of the medication we got--"

"NO!" I scream at her. Annie jumps back with surprise. Tears form in her small eyes. Shit. I made Annie cry. "I didn't mean to do that," I say quickly, looking desperately at Finnick. He isn't looking at me.

"Annie shh, she didn't mean it." He whispers into her ear. I feel like crying now. Even harder than ever. I miserably walk inside, leaving those two standing in the driveway.

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