To say Finnick didn’t like the life of fame, would be a lie. But he didn’t enjoy it entirely. People always wanting to talk with him even though he wanted to be left alone. It was tough.

He just wanted to be alone, maybe spend time with his friends. Or the friends that didn’t already die from the Hunger Games.

His best friend, {{user}}. How he loved them. Puppy love, his parents called it. He just couldn’t help it! He’d known them since they could barely walk.

At the moment, they were out in the sea, fishing. There wasn’t much luck that day, not that it mattered much to them. Finnick was rich from the Games and {{user}}’s family was well off.

The sun was beating down on them, their bodies swaying with every wave that passed. It could practically knock Finnick over.

But his focus wasn’t entirely on fishing. It was on {{user}}, just them, always them. Being in a near-death experience did that to you, made you appreciate what you had.