Say The Words That I Can’t Say.
Hey guys! This is sort of a continuation of another story I wrote, A Little Liquid Courage. My plan is for it to be a multi-chaptered AU of Season 2 (if y’all don’t think it’s boring and redundant, that is), exploring the changes that might have happened if Rae and Finn had actually done the deed in the caravan. I think that one act would have had some major repercussions on the events of Season 2, and I’m interested in figuring out what it would have meant for the gang if Rae and Finn had grown closer right before college started. Plus, I think it’s fun to live in Rae’s rapidly mood swinging head. I hope you think it’s fun too.
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Say The Words That I Can’t Say
Diary, I’m sorry if my handwriting’s gone a bit off-piste but last night I experienced a sex-quake so powerful I’m still feeling the tremors today. I’ve wasted five pages of this notebook experimenting with every possible combination of the words “FINN”, “ME”, “SHAGGED” and “AND” and I still can’t believe it happened. Yes, Diary, our bodies were united for a glorious time of amorous congress and nothing terrible occurred. I’m so relieved I want to shout it from the rooftops or hire one of those banners you attach to planes. Who’d have thought a girl who can barely look at herself in the mirror would now know what those women’s magazines mean when they talk about a “considerate lover”. If Finn had paid any more attention to the needs of my pleasure garden it would have fallen off. He-
“Rae, love! Phone’s for you!” Linda’s voice echoed up the stairs and through Rae’s open door, startling her from where she had been attempting to recount the miraculous events from the night before. Rae tapped the fuzzy end of her pen against her lips before closing it in her diary to hold her page. Rae sighed heavily and lumbered down the stairs in annoyance.
“Who is it, Mum?” Rae asked as she turned the corner of the stairwell. She wasn’t sure if she could stand anymore of Chloe’s interrogation about the camping trip. Rae’d only hung up with her an hour before.
