Panem Summer Camp *ON HOLD*

Chapter Seventeen

MADGE POV  - ͟͟͞☆

After the hike, everyone felt as good as dead. Madge and Annie were about ready to collapse with exhaustion. Effie had led them all around camp, some places were even outside of camp boundaries which Madge was sure wasn't allowed. 

Finnick had somehow almost gotten eaten by a bear, and had he not leaped into a tree, he wouldn't be there right now. 

They were about ten minutes away from their cabins when Clove and Finch approached them. "So," Clove started. "We have an idea."

"I WANT IN ON THE IDEA!" Finnick screamed, doing a leap into the air and landing besides Annie. 

Clove rolled her eyes but continued on. "We need to find out who almost killed Finch and get revenge."

"They did not almost kill me," Finch swatted Clove's arm. "I prefer to think of it as; almost injured me slightly."

"Whatever," Clove said, waving her off. "Does anyone remember what the dude's name tag said?"

In fact, Madge did happen to remember. "His name was Cinna."

"Cinnamon?" Finnick asked, cocking his head to the side like a confused puppy. Madge was sure Annie was exploding inside at how adorable Finnick looked. 

"No you idiot," Clove hissed, flicking Finnick's forehead. Finnick yelped loudly. "She said Cinna."

"Yo, Clover," a voice called out. Clove groaned when Cato came up to the group. "You can't flick Finn."

"And why not?" Clove asked, folding her skinny arms across her chest. 

"Because," Cato said, smirking. "That would be animal abuse."

"Ooh yeah!" Finnick exclaimed. "I'm a furry, rawr." He snapped his fingers and put his hand on his waist. 

Clove glared at Cato. "Now look what you did," Madge heard her hiss at the blonde. Cato just patted her head and chuckled causing her to shove him backwards.

Madge knew the two were literally destined for each other but if she ever brought that up to Clove, the girl would have Madge's head off in a second and would be serving it to someone on a silver platter. 

As for Madge's own love life, she had been failing over and over again at making Gale notice her. Annie said she was stupid for liking him, he was hopelessly in love with Katniss. Madge didn't honestly care, she knew Katniss liked Peeta more, especially when she was informed that Gale tried to threaten Peeta into staying away from her. And she felt even more likeness towards the bread boy when she heard Peeta kicked him where it hurts.

But then again, who would ever like small and boring Madge?

Madge realized that Clove had been talking the entire time she had been fantasizing about Gale and quickly acted like she was listening the whole time before Clove threw her in the lake. Besides the fact that Madge was taller than Clove, she knew for a fact she could easily pick her up.

"So, Finnick, you will get the whipped cream from the kitchen," Clove was saying. Whipped cream? What had Madge even missed in the conversation? "And Madge, you will get the feathers from Effie's pillow?" Madge nodded even thought she had no clue what was going on. 

"Alright," Clove said. Their cabins soon came into view. It was around 6:20, so the children would be headed to the mess hall soon enough for dinner. At nine o'clock, when they were supposed to be in their cabins, it was go time. 

FINNICK POV  - ͟͟͞☆

Finnick slipped out of the kitchen door with the whipped cream cans. He had grabbed three, one in each hand and then one he precariously placed in his mouth. My cabin is just about as whipped for Cabin 29 girls as this whipped cream, Finnick thought. 

He sprinted through the night and back to where the group who would be committing the prank was supposed to be meeting. 

He knew he was close when he saw the flaming red hair of the beautiful Annie Cresta. She stood there with only her phone, she was the one recording it, laughing about something Madge had said. Gosh she is so pretty, Finnick thought to himself. 

"Who's pretty?" Cato asked, strolling up with a can of silly string. Who even knows where he got that. Haymitch probably keeps a stash under his bead in case of bears or something. Like spraying a bear with silly string as if it was pepper spray would work. 

"Did I say that out loud?" Finnick asked. Cato nodded. 

"So who's the lucky girl who caught the attention of the great Finnick Odair?" Cato asked, doing jazz hands along with Finnick's name. 

"No one," Finnick mumbled. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from blurting out Annie's name.

"I bet I can guess," Cato said, smirking still.

"Ok, try," Finnick challenged, folding his arms over his chest.

"Annie," Cato said.

Finnick cursed audibly under his breath. "Why do you have to be such a good guesser?" he whined. 

"Maybe you're just bad at hiding feelings. Plus, you literally flirt with her all the time, the only one who doesn't know you like her is Annie herself."

"What did I do?" Annie piped in. 

"Nothing Annie Bannanie," Finnick smirked. "We were just talking about how amazing you are." 

Annie rolled her eyes but Finnick noticed a small blush cross her freckled cheeks. Mission accomplished. Maybe Cato was right about him being obvious. 

The group started making their way to the cabins where the workers stayed after Clove joined them with a tin of sardines.

"Where on earth did you find sardines?" Cato asked the dark haired girl. 

"One must never reveal their secrets Blondie," Clove replied, smirking. She then proceeded to make conversation with Finch.

Finnick made his way over to Cato who had a stupid girl on his face. "Look who's whipped now," he said. 

"Shut up," Cato mumbled, blushing. Who knew the great and all powerful Cato Hadley could be blushing over a girl?  

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The group left Cinna's cabin with empty whipped cream cans, and devious grins upon their faces. They had covered Cinna and his cabin with whipped cream, feathers, eggs, silly string, sardines, and to top it all off, a cherry a top his nose. 

They were grateful that Cinna was a sound sleeper because Finnick cause a lot of ruckus, almost tripping and falling on top of the dark skinned man. Luckily, Cato caught him but unfortunately for the golden haired boy, Cato nearly chucked Finnick across the cabin.

The group sprinted back to the fifteen year old cabins so they wouldn't have to pay another trip to Snow's office and they arrived out of breath and laughing. 

The boys bid goodnight to the girls, the girls doing the same and after getting ready for bed, Finnick drifted off to sleep. His dreams may or may not have been about the beautiful red head from next door.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ SOPHIA SPEAKS ⋆⭒˚.⋆ Aloha my friends. Another chapter for you. This was literally giving serious Parent Trap vibesss wow. Thanks to @squirrelmonkey123 for helping me with some of this chapter and for reading, commenting, and voting! I just started The Inheritance Games two days ago and I am OBSESSED. If you haven't read it, GO READ IT, and if you have, GO READ IT AGAIN. @OdestaSlays, DOES THIS COUNT AS ODESTA?!?!? BTW y'all, sorry for making Cinna the bad guy lol. For right now, I am updating every two or three days but once I start school (IN TWO WEEKS 😭😭😭😭) I won't be able to update as much. But buh bye for now :)