Finnick Odair sat at his desk, music blasting from his speakers. He opened up his laptop, smiling at a picture of him and Annie on the beach on the desk. He then searched on the Internet, How to show two people that they're meant for each other.
Now, Finnick wasn't a sap. He didn't believe that love could conquer all. But what he did believe was that love was beautiful, and everyone should feel it. He was a romantic guy, always trying to show Annie how much he cared, how much he really thought she was gorgeous.
He wasn't doing this for himself. Oh, no. he was doing this because his friends asked him to. They all agreed it would be for the good of the group. And besides, Johanna had told him that she'd cut his head off with her axe if he didn't, and a pissed off Johanna was scary.
None of the results truly helped him in this situation. It was all, They don't have to be together right now, they will eventually, and, The heart wants what the heart wants, and soon enough, it will realize what it wants.
Finnick couldn't help but roll his eyes. This was bull shit. He needed answers, and he needed them now. Cato was being brain washed, and Finnick wanted to show his friend that.
Cato always liked Clove, he had to. After all, the two were best friends. But Finnick wasn't stupid. Unlike his other friends, he could see past Cato's facade. He saw the way Cato looked at Clove. he saw the way his eyes lit up when she laughed and how his neck turned a light red at the mention of her name. Cato was coming down with the love bug, but couldn't see that the one for him wasn't Glimmer. It was the tiny girl with the brown eyes and freckles and knives stashed underneath her bed.
But Finnick would never tell Clove this, nor would he approach Cato about it. Cato would get all defensive, and that would lead to curse words thrown around, then fists. As for Clove, she would never believe him anyway. And she made it perfectly clear that she didn't want to hear anymore about the matter.
Finnick couldn't help but scoff. This was just like some song Madge listened to.
Skinny Love (n.): When two people love each other, but are too shy to admit it, yet they show it anyway.
"Come on skinny love just last the year," Finnick found himself muttering softly. He slapped himself on the arm a second after. "Stupid Madge," he grunted, embarrassed that he knew the lyrics.
It was then that he had his light bulb moment. It hit him full on like a semi truck, and he couldn't believe that he didn't think of it before. He snatched his phone from beside his computer and dialed Annie's number.
"Hello?" Her angelic voice flooded through the receiver in three rings. Finnick smiled at the sound of her voice. "Hey, Annie," he said. He could practically see her smiling face now. "Finn!" she replied. "What'd you need?"
"I need you," he began, "to come to my house in ten minutes. Bring the rest of the group, except Cato and Clove."
"Why?"
"It's time to have an intervention."
Indeed, they needed to get together and talk about some things. And Finnick had the perfect plan. "Operation: Cato Hadley's heart is three sizes too small," Finnick chuckled. "We need to make it three sizes too big. With each and every beat for Clove Sevina."
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Cashmere hated her brother. End of story.
Gloss and Cashmere got along when they wanted to. They were your typical pair of siblings. They hated one another, yet shared that special sibling love that only a brother and sister could share. But that didn't mean that Gloss didn't like messing with his sister. Only he could do it, and him alone. If anyone else played a trick on her, he's pound their faces in. But if it was him that was doing the tricking... Now, that was a different story.
Gloss smirked as he heard his sister's shrill cry erupt from the kitchen. "Gloss!" she hollered. He strolled in, having to bite his lip to stop a laugh from escaping. The look on her face was priceless. "You called?" he said, leaning against the kitchen counter.
Cashmere's face was red, she was fuming. She clenched her hands into fists, turning around, away from their fridge and freezer. "Why..." she drawled, gritting her teeth. "Would you stuff my lingerie with yogurt, and freeze it?"
Gloss smirked wickedly. "For starters," he replied. "You use the word lingerie. Secondly, I like pissing you off." His sister groaned. "Great," she said sarcastically. "Just great! I have a freaking date tonight and now, because of you, it's ruined!"
Gloss raised his eyebrows. "And how is it ruined by me freezing your underwear?" Cashmere sent her brother a glare. "Let's just say this," she started with.
"If you were to sleep with a girl, would you want her in a regular old tan bra, or a leopard print lacy one with matching panties?"
Gloss sighed, walking out of the room. "Since you're my sister, I'd say stick with the tan!" he called over his shoulder. He shuddered internally. Oh, how he sometimes wished he could kill his sister.