This isn't the longest chapter. Its more of a little filler... but its something!
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"Got any two's" Rachel asked, slightly unsure whether she was playing the game correctly.
"Go fish." Finn answered, smiling his adorable lopsided grin.
"Ugh, I'm not good at this game!" The brunette whined.
"Yes, you are. You're just a bit unlucky this round. It happens to everybody, don't worry. It's just what happens, you can't win all the time." He told her gently. Rachel smiled brightly at him, taking a cracker from the plate Will had given them.
"So, when do we go see 'Wicked?' That's the name, right?" She queried.
Finn shrugged. "I'm not too sure, I think they have to buy the tickets. My parents and I usually go to the shows at night, so I'm guessing it'll be around eight o'clock." He answered. It was six-thirty, and Rachel sighed, seeing how long they had to wait.
"I've never been to a Broadway show." She admitted.
"Oh. Well, I'm positive you'll enjoy it!" He said, his eyes lighting up. "How come you've never been to a show? Didn't they ever take you in the.. orphanage?" He tread carefully, not wanting to offend her.
"Mrs. Sweeney could never take us places because she didn't have enough money. She always wanted to, though. S-She was really nice." Rachel whispered the last part to herself, feeling a lump rise in her throat. She would never see Mrs. Sweeney again.
"How come you're in an orphanage? I-If you don't mind my asking, that is." He quickly back-tracked.
"No, it's fine." She answered. "When I was a baby, my parents dropped me off at the orphanage. I-I honestly don't know why."
Finn's face softened, as he laced his hand with the brunette's comfortingly. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't be." Rachel answered, wiping her eyes. She smiled at him.
"But, didn't they leave you anything?" He asked. Rachel nodded, taking off the broken locket, and pulling out the note from her socks. It was an old trick she'd learned from Mrs. Sweeney: If you don't want to lose something, keep it in your socks.
"They left me this locket, they have the other half. They also gave this note to Mrs. Sweeney." Finn nodded, thoughtfully.
"Can I..." He motioned towards the objects. She nodded, passing them to him. "Please take care of our little girl, her name is Rachel. She was born on October the second. I will be back to get her soon. I have left her half this locket, so that you may always know that she is my baby." Finn read out loud.
"This note isn't plural." He noticed.
"What?" Rachel asked, quizzically.
"The note isn't plural. It's as if one person were writing it." He explained.
"So?"
"So, only one of your parents wrote it, not both of them." Rachel furrowed her brow.
"So the note wasn't written by both, but by one? What does that mean?"
"I don't know." Finn admitted. Before Rachel could elaborate on this, Emma walked in. "Finn, honey, your parents are calling you." She informed him sweetly. Shooting Rachel an apologetic look, before thanking Emma and running out of the room.
"Why don't we go get you ready for tonight?" Emma said. Rachel nodded, skipping out of the room gleefully.
"Hey, Shelbs." Will greeted, walking into the room. The brunette was hunched over, signing papers while humming a soft tune.
"Hello." She responded in a monotone voice. "Did you get the tickets?"
"Yup, we're at the front. Rachel will be able to feel Christine Dwyer's spit while she yells Elphaba's monologue at Shiz." He answered, making Shelby wince in disgust. "What were you humming?" He asked curiously. Shelby smirked, singing the song out loud.
"Anything you can do, I can do better! I can do anything better than you!" Will gave her a playful glare, as he too sang along.
"No, you can't." He contradicted.
"Yes, I can."
"No, you can't."
"Yes, I can."
"No, you can't."
"Yes, I can. Yes, I can!"
"Well then, anything you can do, I can do greater." Will sang. "Sooner, or later, I'm greater than you!"
"No, you're not!"
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am!"
"No, you're not!"
"Yes, I am. Yes, I am." They laughed, as Shelby got up and danced around the room. Will continued:
"I can shoot a partridge, with a single cartridge!" Shelby straightened up, her short stature nearly reaching Will's.
"I can shoot a sparrow, with a bow and arrow!" She answered.
"Well, I can live off bread and cheese!"
"And only that?!" Shelby asked, in faux admiration.
"Yup!"
"So can a rat!"
"Hey!" Will protested.
"It doesn't matter! Because, anything you can do, I can do better! I can do anything better than you!" Shelby sang.
"No, you can't." He began to sing in a jazzy style, signaling that they were nearing the end of the song.
"Yes, I can." Shelby followed along.
"No, you can't."
"Yes, I can."
"No, you-"
"Yes, I-"
"Can!" They finished together, then fell down to their knees, giggling. "That is the most fun we've had in a really long time." Will noted.
"Yes, it is." Shelby agreed. "But it's true."
"What is?"
Shelby smirked. "I am better than you."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes. Face it, Willie. We both got the beauty, but I most definitely got the brains." She answered, earning herself a glare from Will.
"Oh, shut up!"
Rachel sat cross-legged on the bed. Emma was rummaging through the closet savagely. Choosing two outfits, she showcased them to the tiny brunette. Both outfits were beautiful. One was a light rosy pink, with a long skirt and gold trimmings, and the other was an Easter blue, with a swishy skirt that reached up to her knees, and lace trimmings.
"Hmm, the blue." Rachel decided. Emma smiled, helping her into the dress.
"Thank you!" She said, twirling around the room. The red-head laughed at the little girl's antics, before sitting her down on the bed. Rachel's hair had been plaited into two French braids, which Emma gladly freed from their prison. The chestnut curls fell below Rachel's shoulders in ringlets, as the ginger detangled it.
"There we go. You look beautiful, Rachel." Emma praised, making the brunette blush, as she placed a matching beret on her head.
"Thank you." Rachel answered, putting on black ballet flats. "What are you going to wear?"
"Oh, I'm not too sure whether I'm going or not." Emma answered.
"What?! You have to go! Besides, I heard that Will is going.." Rachel said, smirking mischievously.
"He is?" Emma asked, earning a nod from the eleven-year old.
"Oh. I-I guess I'll go. Oh God! I don't have anything to wear!" The woman ran out of the room, leaving a smiling Rachel to go search for Finn
And, that's it for this update! Like I said, this is more of a filler chapter. Its not that good, but I promise next update will be more interesting! I think I got some of the words wrong for the song.. sorry!
Until next time, my pretties...
~ Rae
