Well, boys and girls, this strange little Fanfic That Could has come to an end. It started as a fun prompt (everyone say “Thank you, borntosik!”) and was supposed to be short one-off, but it took on a life of its own, while you all stood in the sidelines encouraging it!
So, everyone say “Thank you, me!” and congratulate yourselves, because your amazing feedback, your demands to know what happened next, your crazy insistence that it is funny (weirdos) - and how-ardently who wanted all the words, even if it was just the dialogue with nothing in between - is what got us here today.
And of course, a huge “Thank you, madfatty“, cheerleader and beta-reader and wonderful friend to this story. She kept demanding more! I love you all.
Rae lets the pub door slam after her, takes a few steps and stops. She literally has no idea where she’s going or what to do next. She can’t go home; all her stuff is still inside. And she defo can’t go back in there after all that.
“AAAaarrgggh why are boys so confusing!?” she yells, since there’s no one around to hear her. She leans against the beer garden fence, hugging herself. Seriously, what is he playing at? Why would he do that to her? She’s been on the receiving end of some pretty humiliating practical jokes in her short life , but she has to admit, Finn is really going the extra mile. When she thinks how cute she’s found it, him sending her seemingly-drunk messages in the middle of the night…
She sighs. She just doesn’t get it and she wishes she wasn’t so fucking disappointed in him for turning out to be that guy.