Calm as the Ocean <Finnick Odair>

Being a Girl (Round 2)

(Alyssa's POV)
I wake up with a thumping headache but I ignore it and instead, take notice of the boy sleeping almost on top of me. His hair is golden and I immediately recognize him as Finnick. Soft breaths can be heard as he sleeps peacefully, cuddled up to me with his hands around my waist. I kind of want to stay like this. I don't know why but something tells me I do.

I wipe those thoughts out of my head and concentrate on getting rid of my headache. A horrid thought passes through my head; I hope I didn't bleed onto the couch. My eyes widen in paranoia as I lift my body gently and check underneath myself. Nothing, thank God. Finnick stirs and opens his sea green eyes.

"Good morning." He says in a husky voice.

"Um, i-it's noon..." I say, stuttering a little at his voice.

I don't even know why I just stuttered. This is new.

Dammit, pull yourself together Alyssa.

"Oh," he chuckles deeply to himself, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, I have a headache though but otherwise I'm ok." I say, regaining my cool after hearing his voice a little more.

"Ok, that's good." He says.

He suddenly looks down at me, realizing our position. I watch his cheeks redden a little as he gently climbs off of me, careful not to crush me. I giggle a little as he scratches the back of his neck. He's so awkward. With all of this giggling, my stomach cramps up again. I flinch in pain but try my best to hide it from Finnick. He knows me too well though.

Finnick takes the cold, hot pad off of my stomach and walks to the kitchen to warm it up again. He comes back a minute later and places the steaming sack on my stomach. I feel instant relief but maybe it's not just from the hot pad... I watch Finnick fix his hair, flattening it and finger brushing it out. He notices me looking at him and chuckles, making me painfully giggle.

My stomach cramps once more, sending jolts of pain throughout my body. Finnick's vibrant eyes change from happy to worried within a second. He scoots closer to me on the couch, setting a hand on my thigh.

"Are you ok?" He asks, concerned.

"I-I'm fine, "j-ust, get the ice cream." I stutter, trying to control my wavering voice.

He gets up and rushes to the kitchen, grabbing a huge tub of chocolate ice cream. I need this. He dashes beck over and sits next to me, grabbing the remote. He hands me a spoon and begins eating along with me. I pop a chocolate covered spoonful in my mouth and feel the cold sensation numb my throbbing body. I hum in pleasure.

"What's your favorite kind of ice cream?" Finnick asks.

"Um, probably cookies and cream." I answer.

He presses the hot pad to my stomach gently and gets up off of the couch.

"I'll be back in ten minutes ok? I forgot I had to do something." He says, throwing on a coat.

"Oh, ok." I say, scooping more of the ice cream into my mouth.

He exits the house, locking the door behind him. I continue to eat small bites of ice cream, trying not to get a brain freeze. I shudder, suddenly it's very cold in here. I struggle to get up and stumble to the heater to turn it up. I make it back to my seat safely and cover myself in a warm blanket. The tub of ice cream begins to freeze my hands so I set it down on the couch, wiping my wet fingers on the soft material.

A few minutes later, I hear the door unlock. I whip my head around to face Finnick, who carries something in his hand. He walks to the couch and covers the tub of chocolate ice cream, putting it back in the fridge. I give him a confused look. I wanted that... He comes and sits next to me, ripping the brown package up and taking out its contents.