Johanna & Finnick: It Didn't End Like That

Chapter 11

Johanna's POV

I wake up in the best mood in the world. I swam! I was swimming in real water that was eight feet deep! I stayed in real water that was eight feet deep for two hours!

I roll out of bed, smiling brightly. It was all because of Finnick. If he didn't attempt to throw me in the pool, I would've been... Well.... Definitely not cured. I walk downstairs, skipping each second step. I jump down onto the hardwood flooring, giggling. God, why am I so happy today?

Oh well!

I skip into the kitchen, seeing Finnick in the middle of cooking breakfast. The smell of bacon and pancakes is overwhelming. "Good morning!" I sing out to him, sitting on one of the bar stools.

"Someone's in a very good mood this morning." Finnick grins, passing me a glass of water.

"You bet," I say, taking a sip. "And thank you." I stand up, walking into the kitchen. "I'm going to help you cook breakfast."

"Too late. It's already made." He smirks at me.

"Well then I'll wake up really early tomorrow and do it."

"Your eagerness is making me feel weird. What happened to Johanna Mason?" Finnick taps on my forehead two times, then he starts knocking on it hard.

"OUCH! Cut it out!" I laugh, swiping his hand gently away from me.

Finnick makes a pouty face at me. "Okay fine." He passes me a plate stacked of pancakes and bacon. I inhale the smell, my mouth watering instantly.

"Finnick this looks amazing," I comment on what he made. "Thank you." I start digging into breakfast. 

"You're welcome Jo," he says, his mouth full of pancakes. He sits down beside me at the kitchen bar and we eat silently. (Why talk when you can eat?)

He seems to be a lot happier than the other few days. After emptying all of the things related to Annie in the house, Finnick looks more relaxed and at home than before. I'm trying to stay as positive as possible too, but it hasn't been a problem ever since I swam last night. We've never had a better night than last night.

"That was great," I say, throwing my dishes into the sink and turning on the hot water. "Do you wanna help me do the dishes, Chef Finn?" 

"Why certainly Jo." Finnick flashes a smile at me and it makes me blush for no reason. Why is he always doing that to me?

Without even realizing it, I start humming a song my mother taught me when I was younger. We used to sing a lot while playing in the forest. There were certain areas in District 7 that you couldn't work on, so they would be filled with trees and wildlife. It was the perfect place to relax and sing songs.

Finnick watches me hum, standing in the same position with a towel in his hand. "Are you gonna watch me or help?" I ask, stopping my song.

"Okay fine. But can you sing a song?" He requests, making puppy dog eyes at me.

"Fine." I roll my eyes at him and start singing the same song I was humming out loud. Finnick still doesn't help me do the dishes, but I don't care. I take the plate from his hands and start drying it, staring at him. It looks like he's in a trance. What a weirdo. But I like it.

"Done," I announce, putting an end to the song. 

"Remember how I said we were going to do something fun today?" Finnick asks me. He walks closer to me so we're only a foot apart.

"Yeah," I say, remembering he told me that last night.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go to a bar or something tonight."