Calm as the Ocean <Finnick Odair>

Dog Tags

I wake up to the smell of food wafting through the air. I sit up and prop my tired body on my elbows. I look in the kitchen to see Finnick making breakfast. He flips pancakes happily, spilling batter everywhere. I stretch and stand up, walking over to him.

"Morning Alyssa." He says, giving me a smile.

"Good morning." I say, returning the smile.

"I'm making you breakfast." He says, motioning to the mess.

"Yeah, I can see that." I say sarcastically, grinning widely. "I call dibs on not cleaning that up."

As I walk out of the room, I flash him a smile, signaling that I was just kidding. Of course I'll help him clean up. I sit back down on the couch, embracing the warmth. My mind wanders to Allen. How he took me out last night, how he looked at me, how we kissed, how I just might be falling for him.

Who wouldn't? He is sweet, caring, flirtatious, laid back, fun, cute, anything a girl could ask for. He's one in a billion, you could never find a boy like him within a life time, let alone deserve him. It's like they've gone extinct. Nobody is perfect though. I'm sure Allen has done some things he regrets, I know I have.

I watch Finnick place plates of freshly served food onto the table, pouring water and laying out napkins. He meets my gaze and I walk over to the table, memorized by the smell. I sit down and cut up my pancakes, taking small bites. I take tiny sips of ice water, feeling it chill my entire body.

"So you went out with Allen last night?" Finnick asks with an edge to his tone.

"Yeah." I say casually.

"Did you have fun?" He asks.

"Yeah, I did." I say, remembering all of the previous events.

"Cool." He says awkwardly.

I decide that I'm done eating so I walk into the kitchen and begin wiping up the batter. Piles of napkins are thrown into the trash, each one full of sloppy batter. After using a roll of napkins, the mess is finally cleaned up. I run to my house in the cold, unlocking my door and closing it with a sigh of relief.

I run to my room, throwing open the huge closet. I change into dark skinny jeans and a plain top with Finnick's jacket to go over it. I have plans. I walk out of my house, locking it, and walk back into Finnick's. He smiles at my choice of outfit.

"I'm going into town." I inform him.

"Ok, nice outfit though." He says, looking me up and down, mostly at the jacket.

"Thanks, I don't know who this thing belongs to." I say, motioning to the sweatshirt.

"It looks a little familiar..." He says, playing along.

I laugh at him.

"I got to run. See you later." I say, turning to walk away.

"Ok, by the way, you look good in my clothes." He says with a wink.

I turn my back to him and flip my hair dramatically, walking out of the house. I trudge down the road, huddling up to the sweet smelling jacket. It smells of cologne and the beach, my two favorite things. The cold nips at my nose, making it numb. My fingers and toes feel frost bitten.

I shiver and tuck my nose into the jacket, throwing the hood up. I finally reach town, which seems like a much warmer place. Citizens bustle around in thick coats, carrying on with their normal business as if nothing has changed. As I walk, people stare at me, giving me fearful glances. Others smile at me and greet me carefully. I simply nod my head.