[[From episode 5: It's A Wonderful Rae, Part 1]]
Rae trusted Finn enough to go to him when she was in trouble. She arrived at his doorstep with a few things, and he welcomed her in, because it was no big deal. It was perfectly fine, actually. That's what friends are for.
At the rave, it was the perfect time to make a move. Not particularly romantic, but convenient. They were having a good time. There was music, alcohol, dancing. They'd arrived there together on his scooter, her hands clasped tightly against his chest, the sun shining down on them - and he knew he was going to have a good time.
He'd dance with her, maybe. Hold her? ...Kiss her? It was too loud to talk, and shouting his feelings over the music was definitely far from romantic. Perhaps he'd save that for the next day, or that night, since she was stopping at his place until she worked things out with her mum. He'd tell her everything. He would let her know that whatever move he makes now, at the rave, was not a drunken act, or a spontaneous act because he was caught up in the moment. No bullshit like that. The truth. That he had wanted to kiss her for quite a while now. Had tried to get her alone a couple of times. Had been honoured when she turned up at his house, wanting his help.
Rae had to be around somewhere. The flashing lights made it difficult to locate her at first. There were so many people, so many flashing lights. And there she was, with Archie. Finn had to kiss her, he had to, this was his chance. Pull her away from Archie, dance with her, touch her, lean in and...
He watched Rae and Archie kiss until they parted, but didn't hang around for much longer, because he didn't want to be spotted, he didn't want Rae to see the look on his face.
He backed away from the scene, retreated through the crowds he'd pushed past just moments earlier.
There were so many people, so many flashing lights. The music was too loud.
"I need to kiss him, and I need to tell him, because he needs to know."
Fucking Chloe.
Rae's head was spinning from the music, the drink, the pill. Watching Chloe and Finn kiss made her stomach turn and flip inside her body, and she felt ready to throw up. She had been so close to telling him, to finally making a move, and Chloe got there first.
Fucking typical. Chloe got everything.
Just like the afternoon she'd turned up at Finn's and Chloe was lounging on his bed, pretending to know and appreciate music the way they did.
No, no, no. This was all wrong. It wasn't right. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Tonight was supposed to be fun, perfect.
She couldn't watch them kiss. She turned, though she saw them kissing in her mind, and ran and ran, through crowds of people and flashing lights. Her name was being called. Was it Archie? Was it Chop? Maybe Finn had noticed her and was chasing her?
Rae didn't know, and she didn't care. In that moment, she wanted out. She needed air.
She ran, felt the breeze of the air outside.
Felt the prickling of grass beneath her body as she hit the ground and closed her eyes, the image of Chloe holding onto Finn vivid in her brain and behind her closed lids.