Title - Sunshine Follows Thunder
Chapter title - The Beginning
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Romance/Drama
Disclaimer - I do not own My Mad Fat Diary or My Fat Mad Teenage Diary, in anyway shape or form. I only own my original characters and the plot for this fic. For this chapter I own, Teddy.

Summary - It's 1996 and Teddy arrives in Stamford. She's searching for a certain someone hoping to start a fresh start. But things are never that easy are they? Finn/Oc...

A/n - I know, I know...Rae and Finn are together. And don't get me wrong I ship it but I felt like writing this Finn/Oc fic so...Just go with it, yeah?
Please read and review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy, xx (:

READ FIRST - Don't ask about Rae and Finn's relationship, all will be explained on why they aren't together in this fic in a future chapter. Promise. x -


Stamford, Lincolnshire. It was...Nice. Not as bad as I was expecting. The weather was warm, for England, so I'd removed my denim jacket leaving me in just a thin, brown, long sleeved shirt. My brand new Liam Gallagher style shades sat on the bridge of my nose, giving the town a dark purple tint.
What was I doing in Stamford? Good question. I was looking for someone. My dad had finally, after almost seventeen years, got fed up of me and my strange ways. He'd given me the address of my birth mother, whom he'd told me had died when I was young, and told me to leave. Prick. But it wasn't my mum I was looking for. Not just yet.

"Oh, sorry." In my daydreaming I'd walked straight into a tall boy with short hair.
"Raemundo!" He grinned squinting against the sunlight. He opened his mouth to speak again before frowning. "Sorry, thought you were someone else." He brushed past and carried on down the street, occasionally throwing glances back at me, over his shoulder. I could hear my heart beat pounding in my ears. Raemundo. He knew her.

Acting on impulse I turned on my heel and followed in his footsteps. The boy greeted a few other people as he walked, eventually turning into a chip shop. I had to dart into the newsagents so he wouldn't see me. When I was sure he wasn't near the window I moved closer and peered in. He sat on the far side of the room, facing the windows beside a ginger haired girl and a boy with glasses. Three people sat opposite them with their backs to me, a girl with long brown hair, a larger framed girl with black hair and a boy in a leather jacket. The boy I walked into was talking to the larger girl, gesturing wildly with his hands, pointing at her face. Must be her. Rachel Earl.

My hands and breath were shaky as I entered the chip shop. The man behind the counter smiled, obviously expecting me to place an order. I continued forward, each step seeming like a mile. The boy with glasses looked up, locking eyes with me.
"Oh my god." His mouth hung open as the rest of the group turned to look at me.
"That's her!" The other boy whispered.
I moved my gaze to Rachel who's eyes were increasing in size as she stared at me.

I don't blame her. It must've been like looking into one of those mirrors that you get at funfairs that make you look funny. I was, after all, her twin sister. Not identical. I was shorter, that much was clear and my frame was smaller, but that wasn't really down to genetics. She was standing now, stepping closer to me as her friends watched.
"You...You look just like me." Her voice was soft and confused.
"Yeah." My voice came out in a gasp.

I glanced past her to her friends. There was no way in hell she'd want to know me. She was tall and beautiful and she had a group of friends. She seemed confident and gave off the impression she'd be a laugh. Then there was me. I was short and weird and shy and I was fucked up in so many ways that she'd never understand.
"Who are you?"
"Teddy."
"Teddy?" She snorted at the name and I felt my face heat up.
"Teddy...Earl."
"What?"
"You're my...I mean, I'm...We're sisters. Twins." Her face said it all. She was a picture of confused disbelief. "Sorry, I can't do this."

I turned away from her and ran back through the door. I didn't know where I was running to, I'd never been to Lincolnshire before but there was no way I was going to stop. And I was not catching the train home either. Eventually I found myself in a children's park. With a sigh I sat down on one of the battered swings, smirking slightly at how movie like this was.

It was late afternoon when I first sat on that swing. I watched children come and go and people with dogs pass through until darkness fell. It was then I heard someone approach. I could hear their shoes crunching on the gravel of the pathway before they reached the weird foamy surface beneath the swings. I turned my head to see Rachel sit on the swing beside me.

"Why are you crying?" She asked. I swiped at my face with the sleeve of my shirt with a shrug. I turned my face away, hating it when people saw me cry. "Are you really my sister?"
I nodded. "Dad told me for years that mum died when we were young and you were sent to a kids home cause he couldn't take care of two kids." I admitted. "Shit excuse if you ask me."
"What was he like?" She was staring down at her converse.
"Honestly?" She nodded. "He was a complete prick. You got off easy." I frowned. "Well, depending on what mum's like."
"She varies. Some time's she's great and other times...Well, she's a complete prick." A soft smile graced her features and I returned it.
"It's really weird looking at you, Rachel."
"Rae. People call me Rae."
"Sorry."
"What's Teddy short for?"
"Theodora. I hate it."
Rae laughed. "So we're twins who have shit relationships with our parents and hate our names."
"Guess twins have stuff in common even if they've never met, then." I used my feet to turn the swing around, coiling the chains together.
"Why did you run off earlier?"
I lifted my feet, the swing spinning round at a high speed making me dizzy. When I finally returned to normal I closed my eyes to stop my vision from blurring. "I'm fucked up, Rae. You don't need me coming here and making this difficult. You have a life and a group of friends."
"How fucked up?" I stayed silent. "Teddy...Tell me. Please."
"I got out of hospital a month ago." I hadn't ever spoken to anyone about my problems. "I'm supposed to go to the local one around here and give them my details. My therapist wants me to be able to talk to someone. Just another stiff in a suit." I leant my head on one of the chains, feeling it was safe to open my eyes now.
"Kester."
"What?"
"One of the therapists. Dr. Gill. He let's you call him Kester." She turned to face me now. "He's my therapist... Why exactly were you in hospital?"
"I..." I breathed in deep, exhaling through my nose. "I wasn't being very nice to myself." I said in a sarcastic tone. It's what my dad's girlfriend used to say when she first saw the cuts. I rolled up my sleeves and held my arms out so Rae could see them. The inside of my wrists were littered with scars. Some were still red or dark pink, others were almost faded. The most prominent were the ones that ran from the heel of my hand to my inner elbow. My suicide attempt.

And then I felt sick. Rae smiled. She actually smiled. She saw my scars and laughed in my face. I shook my head, tugging my sleeves down over my hands. I stood up, grabbing my jacket from where I'd dropped it to the floor and made to leave.
"Wait, Teddy." I stopped but didn't turn. "Look." She grabbed my shoulder and forced me to turn around. She pushed up the sleeves of her leather jacket. More scars before my eyes.
"Impossible."
"Why do you think I have a therapist?" She sighed in amusement. "How could two people who've never met be so alike?"
"Maybe it's in the genes."
"What being a bit mental." She laughed and for the first time in a while I found myself doing the same. And I mean real laughter not the forced stuff to make people think you're getting better.

She gestured for me to walk with her and so I did, pulling my denim jacket back on as we went.
"So, didn't mum ever tell you about me?" I asked, kicking a stone across the path.
"No."
"Oh...Dad didn't really speak much about you either. Just said you got fostered a few years ago."
"Can't believe he told you mum was dead."
"I was more shocked when he told me she wasn't."
Rae laughed again. "Why have you come to Stamford anyway?"
"Dad had enough of me. Just gave me your address and told me to leave."
"Prick."
"Exactly." I smiled. "All my stuff is in a locker at the train station."
"Let's go home first. Then mum can drive us to pick it up."
"Mum...What do you think she'll say?"
"Only one way to find out."