1. Chapter 1 (1/2)

this is rather sappy. i rolled my eyes and i fucking wrote it.

title from escape the fate's "issues."

finn and rae had been together for about three weeks now, still getting comfortable being together. rae still shy about being the one to start things, finn still holding back not wanting to scare her away. the stone roses played in the background as rae's

eathing evened out and she drifted off to sleep. finn smiled at her before quietly getting up to find something to do. he walked over to her bookshelf to see if there was a book he could read while he let her get a good hour of sleep. they'd had a big night last night cele

ating archie coming out to them, the whole gang downed snakebites and shots. finn had a good recovery from hangovers but rae was still a bit of an amateur, spending most of the time puking instead of sleeping it off.

one by one he pulled out books. the first one caused him to turn back and gape at rae's unconscious body. on the cover was a woman in victorian era clothing in an intimate em

ace with a shirtless man. "ransom daughter" the title read. does rae read story porn? finn flipped open the book and quickly flipped a few pages. his mental inquiry was confirmed when on a few pages he caught words like "cock," "tumescence," "harder," and "shaft." he couldn't decide whether to laugh hysterically or turn

ight red. he suddenly froze. what if she's expecting it to be like in the books? no! no. he doesn't have to worry about that right now. they have time. they haven't even kissed yet. besides, sex doesn't always have to be so serious. it's not always quiet except for the moans and screams. he shook his head as if that would rid his mind of the thought.

he continued along the shelf, amusing himself with the title and cover of each. he'd gotten to the eighth or ninth book when, as he dislodged the book and

ought it up so he could look at it a folded piece of paper followed behind the book and fell to the floor. it simply said "mum" on the front. curious, he put the book back and grabbed the paper. opening it he noticed the date to be the same as her mum's wedding. as he read it, finn's

eath caught in his throat. "i hate myself so much more than i could ever love anything." he turned and glanced at rae. it was a suicide note. rae's suicide note from the same day of her mum's wedding, the day they got together.

he shot up from the floor and rushed to the bed. he didn't notice the tears dropping from his face. he shook her, trying to wake her up.

"rae!" he said, his voice hoarse.

she groaned at him and swatted his hands away. "lemme sleep," she grumbled into her pillow.

"rae, wake up," he kept shaking her.

"fucking hell, finn. what?" she was annoyed. she wanted to sleep, wanted to get rid of the blasted headache.

"rae, what the fuck is this?" he sounded pissed.

rae's

ows furrowed in confusion. what did she do? what does he have? she opened her eyes and he shoved a piece of paper into her face.

"what the fuck is this?" he repeated sounding heart

oken.

she spared him a glance before looking at the paper she was now holding. she gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.

"no, finn," she started. "this isn't what it seems, okay?"

finn dropped down onto the bed beside her, having no energy to stand any longer.

he couldn't speak. he knew what it was but his

ain still couldn't register what it really meant.

"finn," she sat up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "i'm so sorry, finn. no one was ever supposed to see that."

it was a good five minutes before finn spoke. "did you… how far did you get, rae?"

"what do you mean," rae asked.

"obviously you aren't dead," finn flinched as he said it aloud. "how far did you get? did you try to do it? did you only get as far as writing the note?"