Johanna & Finnick: It Didn't End Like That

Chapter 10

Finnick's POV

The next day in the afternoon, Johanna suggests that we go to a camera store to develop some photos of us. I find one of my old cameras and there's a few photos of us at parties and at my old house in the Capitol. Johanna finds her old camera in her suitcase and there's only one ridiculous photo of us that made us both laugh so hard we nearly shit our pants.

"We'll take more in the future, right?" I ask her after we're done looking at it.

"Duh," she says. We both laugh again. 

We take a taxi downtown because the crowds are overwhelming, full of photographers and reporters who are dying to get involved with our personal life. If I could, I'd love to walk everywhere. The walk downtown is only twenty minutes. A car ride is only five, but the paparazzi would attack us. It happened to me once with Annie and it was awful.

God, even thinking of her name makes me want to die.

The taxi driver takes us to a store called, "Photographers Dreams." The name makes me roll my eyes. We thank the driver, pay him, and we're on our way into the store. As soon as we step in a overjoyed salesman welcomes us.

"Welcome to Photographers Dreams!" He says in a Capitol accent. His outfit is way too colorful for my liking. "You can find anything from cameras to tripods to lens in here!" He continues. "My God. You are Johanna Mason and Finnick Odair, winners of the Hunger Games!"

Johanna taps her foot impatiently. "Yes we are, thank you very much," she huffs.

"We're here to develop some pictures," I take over the conversation before Johanna blows up.

The mans face brightens up. "Oh, of course! Follow me this way, come, come!" He gestures us to come with him to the counter. Johanna's hand clings onto my arm, gripping tightly. She looks anxious. I give her a gentle smile and we stop at the counter.

"I have a few photos on my camera here," I say to the man, "And Johanna has one on her camera that we'd like to have made into photos."

"All right," the man agrees, taking the cameras. He plugs my camera into a cord and all of my pictures are displayed on a large screen. "You can select the ones you want to print and the sizes," the man tells me.

"Okay, thank you." I select the five photos I had on my camera. I make them a '8x10' size. Johanna places her camera on the counter. The salesman unplugs my camera and plugs in Johanna's. Her photos are displayed on the screen. She selects the single photo and a '10x14' size. I can't wait to see the retarded photo that big. We can hang it up in the living room. The idea of it makes me chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Johanna whispers to me. The man is printing our photos off at another counter.

"I just thought of the idea of hanging your photo in the living room above the couch," I whisper back. Johanna starts giggling like crazy, covering her mouth with her hands.

"Okay you two. Here is your photos." The salesman hands me a large envelope. "The total price of the pictures is $20.56."

I frown at the really expensive prize. But oh well. The store is the best one in District Four. I hand him the money and we walk out the door. "I can't wait to hang them up!" Johanna says excitedly, snatching the envelope from me.

"Hey, don't steal things from others!" I say, pouting like a child. I wave over a taxi and it stops at the curb. 

"Oh well Odair." Johanna rolls her eyes, opening the cab door and walking inside. I hop inside with her.

"Where to sir?" The taxi driver asks me.

"To the Victor's Village," I tell him. He nods his head and we speed down the road to my house.