Finnick Fanfic #17

When my aching stomach is satisfied, I take mine and Finnick's clear dishes into the kitchen to rinse. I scrub until I cant scrub anymore and the old chipped plates are spotless and gleaming. I stack them on the shelves inside my small wooden cupboards and join him in the other room. I've only known him for a short time but, very quickly, I am falling madly in love with Finnick, his charm, his sea green eyes, his smile. I can tell by the way he looks at me that he likes me too, but he never used to notice me, or at least I don't think he did... Many boys in my district seem to notice me, the arrogant ones often nudge or wink at me. But I don't think Finnick actually knew I existed until I left my net on the sand that day. "You alright?" He asks as he places a hand on my shoulder. I snap out of my daydream and look into his kind emerald eyes, he is talking about the reaping. "Yes, thank you." I reply, but that is a lie, I couldn't get it off my my mind the whole day. "I'm just scared incase its me...........or you." I whisper, fidgeting timidly. "Me too." He agrees and I know he understands. "But it won't be." He adds quickly. My heart grows heavy, what if it's me? What if I get chosen to fight to the death? Could I win? Of course not, I wouldn't last five minutes in there with children who are practically warriors. I'd never see him again.