Calm as the Ocean <Finnick Odair>

There's a New Boy in Town

I wake up calmly, for once, on my warm couch laying on Finnick's lap. A warm blanket is draped over me and I feel Finnick's cozy jacket still on me. The orange-looking sun of District 4 is glowing through my open windows and I hear the gentle waves washing up on the shore. I turn quietly on my back and think.

How the heck did I get so lucky to have Finnick in my life? How does he put up with me every minute of every day? How did I get lucky enough to survive the Hunger Games, a terrible, cold-blooded, kid-killing game? How do I put up with myself? I don't. I killed innocent children, I was the most dangerous tribute in the games but I didn't kill for fun. Oh no, never for fun. That would be more cruel than the games itself.

I killed for survival. I just wanted to get out alive so I could see Finnick and Mags and my family again. But when I got out everyone was gone, except for Finnick and Mags. They were there, waiting for me like they had promised.

I feel Finnick move a little. I laugh a little at his position. He is sitting down with his head back and his hands in his pockets. His light colored hair is very messy and sticking up in random directions. His shirt is twisted around his torso. I snicker quietly.

Everyone thinks Victors are supposed to be serious and and half insane people but not Finnick and I. Well, maybe the half insane part but not usually serious. We like to goof around make fun of the Capitol because of the anger we have towards it. I mean, they tried to kill us, they feed us on fear, they starved us until after the games. I think we have the right to have something against it.

The blanket is starting to get uncomfortably warm like the fire in my games so I carefully pull it off of me without waking Finnick up. Making small movements, I roll off of the couch and walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Next, I walk into the cold kitchen and get breakfast started. I take some batter and make pancakes, giving him a lot more than me. I finish them off with whip cream and strawberries on top and put them on the island, waiting for Finnick to wake.

I hear Finnick mumble something and see his brilliant eyes start to open, tiredly. He sits up and stretches, fixing his twisted shirt. He stumbles over to the island and stubs his toe on the way. I giggle a little. He huffs and starts to eat his breakfast, smiling a little because I laughed at him.

I finish one pancake and decide that I'm done eating breakfast. I stack the three other uneaten pancakes on the plate with the other leftovers. I put my plate in the sink and get a towel to dry it after it's washed. As I walk past, I see Finnick shake his head a little at my eating habits. I know he is just watching out for me though. He wants me to eat more.

I take a pink, fluffy towel and lay it beside the sink. I grab the sponge and soap and wash the dish, taking my time. I lay it on the towel to dry, figuring I can put it away later. After that I do the same with Finnick's dish. I wash my hands in the warm water and that seems to wake me up a little.

Grabbing a bag of fish and slinging it over my shoulder, I put on my shoes and get ready to head out.

"Hey Finnick, I'm going to the market. Do you wanna come?" I ask, already knowing his answer. He loves the market and plus, since when does he ever let me go into town alone?

"Yeah sure, let me get dressed real quick ok?" He says.

I nod and he runs out the door to his house. A few long minutes later he comes back dressed, knocking me out of my bored trance and making me jump.