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Finn was shaking, nervous and drunk. He had told Ronnie to come back to his bus, but he wanted to change his clothes, jump in the shower, comb his hair, brush his teeth. There were just too many things to do in the incredibly short amount of time that he had before Ronnie came over. So he picked priorities. Taking the fastest shower ever and brushing his teeth at the same time, Finn immediately went from the bathroom to the bedroom, where he sprayed on cologne and attempted to tame his wetted down mop. Deciding instead to just shake it out and let it do its thing like he always did, he sprayed on some cologne and put a bottle of champagne on the table, along with some cat toys that Alpha, his siamese, usually played with.

"Sorry Alpha, I think she might even like them more than you do!" he laughed nervously, checking his appearance for the billionth time.

This wasn't like when he'd been with Kylee earlier. He genuinely cared about this encounter, and just thinking about him had him nervous to the brim. Thankfully he was drunk, and could handle the feelings. Whipping out a flask of tequila, he downed the entire thing without flinching and turned on some music, trying to distract himself in the meantime. It always took girls forever to get ready. He didn't really feel like listening to the thrashing sounds that he usually put up with, so he instead put on an Oasis CD and let it play.

"Calm your knickers, kid," he thought out loud, collapsing on a couch and biting his nails.

However, when he heard footsteps outside the tour bus door he leapt nearly three feet in the air, almost fell off the couch, tripped over the kitchen table and landed at the door in a crumpled heap. Groaning and brushing himself off, he stood up and opened the door, looking at Ronnie with a bright smile.

"Why ahoy there, magical whale friend. Welcome to my fishbowl."

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Ronnie had sort of respected Finn’s idea to go ‘get ready’ before meeting back up at his bus. She honestly thought it was a little strange, since she was pretty much ready to go on the couch but she wasn’t going to complain. Ronnie got into these moods where she would do anything for closeness. It wasn’t exactly sex she was looking for, she just wanted to be touched, and comforted. She felt better when she felt loved. Ronnie honestly felt as though she was never truly loved, but having someone care enough to pretend was enough for her.

The walk back to her bus was much farther away from Finn and after they had split their separate ways it wasn’t that bad. Ronnie likes the big open parking lot at night. Even though it was freezing, and she was still wandering around with her shirt in her hands. Ronnie loved being cold. She was passing under a light and found a rather large spider sitting in the middle of the parking lot. It was one of those large hairy spiders that pretty much everyone runs away from. Its back leg looked all crinkled and the thing was dragging itself along in a very pathetic way. Ronnie laughed and leaned over watching it. She loved bugs, and she loved animals in pain. This was a pretty fascinating for Ronnie who lost track of time inching along behind the spider, poking it occasionally.

After the thing had finally made its way into the bush Ronnie stood up and looked at her phone. She had already been out there for about half an hour, and now really had no time to go get ready. So leaving her shirt in the bush she got up and started back over towards Finn’s bus. It wasn’t as if Ronnie really needed to go get ready, she had showered not more than a few hours before, she had the peachy smell of her lotion. The only real flaw was the major dirt stains on her jeans from crawling on the ground.

Ronnie approached the bus and had her hand ready to knock when there was some crashing sound from the inside and Finn opened the door. So there was Ronnie, still her bra and jeans staring up at a clearly drunk Finn. She smiled at his comment and brushed past him into the bus. “Whales don’t fit in fishbowls” She said, walking into his bus and sitting down on the floor next to the table. “I want this to be your ocean.” Ronnie looked around and noticed the champagne, and couldn’t help but notice that his mop head was wet from a shower. She smiled, finding it kind of cute he actually got ready more than her.

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As soon as he saw her, Finn felt like an idiot for putting so much time into his appearance. Why was it that he had to spend forever getting ready just to look moderately presentable, while she could look stunning with extra grass stains on her knees. Oh well, he guessed it was just because she liked to get down and dirty- in the most innocent way.

"Well my dear, you are the world's smallest and most adorable whale, though we MUST practice your whale voice," he giggled, holding the door and watching her sit down on the ground by the table.

His stomach churned from drinking so much recently, though normally it didn't bother him. Maybe it was just nerves making his stomach so unsettled. God damn, since when did Finn ever get nervous? He couldn't really help it though. Even disheveled, Ronnie had this aura about her that made Finn want to pick her up and cuddle her. Picking up one of the shiny, round cat toys from the table, he held it in his hands, sat down next to Ronnie and held it out for her, grabbing the champagne as he went.

"Wanna see a trick?" he asked, aiming the champagne glass slightly above the head of his cat, who already knew what was coming.

Making sure to loosen the cap a bit so there wasn't so much pressure in the bottle (a trick he'd learned after ages of practice), Finn pointed it about a foot over his cat's head. With a POP! he opened the top and the cork went flying toward Alpha, who leapt up from his perch neatly and snatched it out of midair, gnawing on it successfully.

"I've been training him to do that forever. And pick up my stray bottlecaps."

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Ronnie couldn’t help but rolls her eyes at his comment. Being a whale was her dream, her wildest craziest desire, something that she could only accomplish in her dizziest daydreams. That fact that people, like Finn, were making comments to her as if she actually was a whale, deeply offended her. It was like being mocked. She bit her lip and smiled the best she could. Unlike everyone else in the world, Ronnie wanted Finn to like her, she wanted to actually try her best to be polite to him. Ronnie was never polite.

Ronnie’s eyes went big he grabbed the cat toy, it just looked like something she needed to get her hands on. Ronnie had the strangest fascination with touching anything with dangles, strings, or shiny colors. She snatched it from Finn the second his hand opened and began batting it around the floor. She nodded at him, barley taking her eyes away from the toy now. He would have to learn if he wanted to say something, or show her something he needed to do it before the toys came out. Ronnie jumped when the champagne bottle top popped off. Loud noises were a fear of hers.

After the cat was safely landed Ronnie giggled and left her own toy on the ground to crawl into Finn’s lap. “How many times did you hit your cat teaching him that?” Ronnie asked, grabbing his hands and wrapping them around her waist. She grabbed the champagne bottle and took a gulp or too. “Ugh, Fizzy.” Ronnie had just really started drinking on this tour, and hadn’t had anything besides hard liquor. She took a few gulps before setting it to the side, and kisses him lightly. Ronnie liked the way Finn tasted. It was sharp, and warm like alocohol, but had a sort of sour taste. Not sour bad, like sour skittles. Ronnie loved how soft they felt as well

She pulled away with a little grin on her face, and went to playing with a curl on his head. Stretching it out and watching it snap back into place. “So where is your band?” She had heard awful things about Lucky and Venom, the two scary wanna-be-hardcore assholes, fucking all the time in there. Which is probably why the bus smelled like sweat and semen . Ronnie was very surprised that Finn hadn’t shoved her into his bunk, and was actually talking to her right now. Pleasantly surprised since she really loved Finn’s attitude and general way of talking. She snuggled into his chest a little, his arms feeling comfortably warm around her.

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When a frown tugged at the corner of Ronnie's mouth after his attempt to appease her interest in whales, Finn was immensely relieved that Ronnie was infatuated with the cat toys. He didn't really understand why she acted the way she did, but he did kind of understand how she worked. With someone like Ronnie, shiny odds and ends were the way to go and if society didn't dictate her behavior as "unusual," he probably would have joined her. Instead he just fixed himself a Johnny Walker on the rocks and watched her with a pleasant smile on his face.

"“How many times did you hit your cat teaching him that?” she asked, and a smirk crawled across his lips.

"Not too many. He's a very crafty kitty. Kinda like me!" Finn replied, stroking the cat's silky fur.

When she asked about the band, he took a sip of his drink and pursed his lips, scratching his head. He didn't really give a fuck about his bandmates' business any more than he gave a fuck about the next person's- save for Ronnie, and Roxie when she wasn't being a bitch- so he cocked his eyebrows as he replied.

"Meh, they're not my band and I'm not their Mom. I'm just the photographer," Finn replied nonchalantly. "Lucky and Ven are probably trying to see how many places around the venue they can screw at, Brodee's probably chasing my ex girlfriend's skirt and Aubree should be off doing drugs by my watch."

He wasn't callous toward them, he just knew how they were. Finn most definitely had a place in his booze soaked heart for his Go. No. Stop! family, but he had forcefully reserved the bus and was painfully curious to know more about Ronnie, not talk about his "quirky" comrades.

"So what's your favorite color?" he asked, resting his chin on Ronnie's head and wrapping his arms tighter around her as she put off the champagne.

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Ronnie’s obsession with shiny things was no way really based on her child like nature, or resistance to grow up, or whatever other bullshit her therapist fed her mother. But in honesty it was came from her compulsion to touch everything that she found unusual. Ronnie had always been like that, as a preteen she would grab anything that looked odd or unfamiliar to her. Not even just items, people too. That’s why she was messing with Finn’s hair earlier, it was strange and unusual. That’s why she wanted to touch Finn at all, because he was such a small boy with such a big mouth.

Ronnie couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his comment. She shook her head a little, “you don’t have great reflexes like that when you are drunk.” It wasn’t that Ronnie wanted him to be sober. In all honesty if Finn was a drunk, and rude, and hadn’t seem like such a dick to Roxie, Ronnie wouldn’t be here right now. Ronnie pushed away nice boys, and boys who treated her well. If she was here and he was nice, should wouldn’t be letting him talk at all. They’d be naked, and that would be it.

“Bad boys live lies” Ronnie said in response to him guessing his band members locations. Not that she knew why, Ronnie didn’t know half the shit that came out of her mouth. It was like it all made sense when it was in her head, then it hit her tongue and she lost it. Everything always came out all random, and ‘big-picture-like’ when she so desperately just wanted to sound like a normal person. She did what she always did and ignored it.

Ronnie snuggled into Finn’s chest really enjoying that kind of stale alcohol smell of his clothes. “Gray” She said grabbing his hand and starting to trace the lines in his palm with her finger tops. “No one likes Gray so it much be lonely.” She looked up at him and grinning a little. Leaning in to peck at his lips lightly.

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Ronnie was either very, very lucky or some kind of magical. Finn was explicitly an angry drunk when he was around people he didn't like, and a silly drunk when he was around people he did like. However, only once in a blue moon was Finn a touchy feely, smushy drunk. Today just happened to be his unlucky day.

"Heh, you're right there. My reflexes are awful when I'm drunk." he chuckled, trying to tear his brain away from this odd turn of events. "But then again, my reflexes are never very good."

It wasn't that he wanted to open up and cry to Ronnie about his past or some bullshit. It was that he started to look at her differently. The way her hair fell, the way she kind of fit with him, leaning into his chest, and nothing was uncomfortable. He wanted to touch her, not in the inappropriate way, but just to see if her skin was soft. He liked it when she spoke, he liked what she had to say, and even what she didn't have to say.

"Oh god, what the fuck Finn?" his brain exclaimed in alarm, realizing what he was thinking. "Get a grip!"

When she said that gray must be a lonely color, his smile all but took up his entire face. That was exactly the kind of stuff he was talking about. The odd insight that would make anyone else be like "Um, what the bollocks are you talking about?" when it actually made sense if you looked at it from a different angle. That was what he liked about Ronnie: she was a different angle, and so was he.

"I think the color gray is, uh, nice" he replied, swallowing hard. Once he got his thoughts in order, he actually made a point. "It reminds me of rain. And England. England's always foggy, so it's gray a lot."

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Ronnie nodded at him comment, since obviously his reflexes were crap. “When were reflexes ever really needed, anyways.” She said nodding a little and leaning her head onto his shoulder. Ronnie really was enjoying that fact that he was drunk, it made her feel better. When you are drunk you think less, and Ronnie didn’t like it when people really thought about what she said. When they tried they found her strange, which kind of tore her up. She hated being ‘strange’. But Finn was so drunk that everything people said probably sounded like Ronnie.

The fact that they were alone and not making out was very strange for her. She never did one-on-one conversations with boys when she was horny. But Ronnie loved the way he talked, his awkward appearance mixed with his easy way to talking just made her want to listen. Plus he was warm under her, and she liked the way he looked at her. Like he wasn’t seeing a freak. Ronnie shook her head and was thankful that he quickly changed the topic so she could push those thoughts away.

Ronnie grinned, England was beautiful to her. She always wanted to go there just to be in the rain nonstop. “Rain is stunning. Because it can touch and clean everything. Everything changes in rain.” There she goes again, on a mindless ramble. “Wood swells, and grass get’s all slippery. And the worms come out to die. It’s like rain is yelling at us all to just stop, and listen. Or die.” She took a long pause. “I love worms.” Ronnie could feel herself falling deeper into that crazy moment where all she can do is talk, so she stopped herself, and buried her face into his neck. “Sorry, I’m fucking crazy, ignore my thoughts.”

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Finn drank in every poetic, quirky, intricate word Ronnie had said, drunk enough to appreciate the deeper meaning. Everything she said made perfect sense to him at that point in time, and he wanted to hear her talk longer. But Ronnie stopped, and said "Sorry, I'm fucking crazy, ignore my thoughts." He immediately sprang up and nearly knocked her off him.

"NO! No, no, no, you're not crazy at all! You're making sense! You're the only person that ever makes sense to me, ever!"" he exclaimed, looking at her with a thunderstruck expression and grabbing her arms.

He was right. Nothing anyone else said ever really mattered to him, but when Ronnie was speaking he actually paid attention to her. If Finn weren't sticking to being a douche all the time he might just say that he had a crush on her. But that wasn't the way Finn worked. He was just fascinated by her and wanted her to keep talking.

Well, actually, no he didn't He really wanted to kiss her, but at the same time he wanted to have a conversation. So the best way to remedy the situation was easy for Finn.

""Would you be much opposed to me grabbing your face and making out with you right now? Cause if you'd like to continue speaking I'll definitely listen, but making out would be cool too."
Smooth, drunk Finn. Real smooth.

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Ronnie never really drank, or smoked that much. She did on tour and when she used to hang out with Alex but things kind of got complicated. Her mind was already fucked up enough and drinking made her irrational and inconsolable. She tended to scream, and cry, and scratch people. It just wasn’t a good mix. Weed was fine, most of the time. Normally it actually helped her relax. Her brain was crazy but she was calm to say a word of what she was thinking. It was frustrating but a nice break. Ronnie liked to be sober since she always felt like her was floating anyways.

His loud outburst caused her to jump and clamp her hands over her ears. Ronnie didn’t like yelling, it was actually a very large fear for her, something that always set her off. However having one of her little meltdowns was not the right choice for how, so she just covered her ears and put her head down. Ronnie knew that he was saying good things, sweet things. Enough that she glances up just for a second to smile before her eyes moving back down. She nodded a little in agreement but was so scared to actually talk.

He grabbed her, and it didn’t actually make it worse like she thought so. He wasn’t violent, or rough. It wasn’t even the kind of touch that most people gave her that made her push them away. Finn’s hand felt really warm, and almost a safe way. Like she could actually focus on just one thing, him.

Ronnie bit her lip and little and giggled, at his comment. She smiled and nodded a little, leaning in. She has to say that what happened next actually surprised her. He said, make out, and she wanted to make out. But the second she let her lips touch his that isn’t want happened. Ronnie didn’t bite his bottom lip, or slide her tongue into his mouth. She kissed very gently. Her fingertips traced up his arms and shoulders cupped the back of his neck. Her lips moved against his is a very sweet and soft way before she finally pulled back.

Her cheeks burned red. She didn’t like that. Ronnie didn’t want to kiss him like that, she wanted to kiss him like she kissed all the other boys. Her face went down and she mumbled a few curse words. “Sorry, I just wanted to try that.” She said desperately trying to make him think she had control. But, Ronnie had never once in her life had control over her feelings.

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It was strange, being with Ronnie. It sort of turned him into a pussycat. The thing was, Finn was an asshole to everyone because it was a defense mechanism for him. He didn't like to get close to people, and reaching out for human emotion was like a journey that he didn't have a map for, so he figured that he wouldn't even attempt it. It was far easier to be a douche and push people away.

But with Ronnie he didn't need to worry about forming a relationship, it just kind of happened. It felt natural, and this was how he imagined that other people made relationships. Why was it so hard for him? He never could figure it out, but Ronnie made him feel like a decent human being.

Yet she didn't like decent human beings, she liked assholes. But when she kissed him without hunger, it made the wheels in his head turn, and he only hoped to got that he wasn't going to push her away by NOT being an asshole.

"Sorry, i just wanted to try that,"

[/b] she said quietly when she pulled away. A small smile tugged on Finn's lips.

"Yeah, well I like to try new things too." he replied with a shrug and a lopsided grin.

He wanted to ask. He really did. Finn wanted to know in the easiest way how he should ask, and though most people figured it out on their own, Finn wasn't "most people."


"So, if I'm not an asshole to you, will you stop hanging out with me?" he asked tentatively, but quickly added. "I'll still be a gigantic twat to everyone else! But do I have to be a douche to you? Cause I kind of don't wanna. Which is weird."

With this he made a strange pouty face that indicated that he had forced the words out with as much bravery as possible. After all, he WAS drunk, but that didn't mean he wasn't nervous.
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Ronnie had a huge sigh of relief when he smiled. She thought he was going to be like ‘fuck you, blow me’ but thankfully he wasn’t. She couldn’t help but smile a little but kept her face down. Ronnie wasn’t going to lie and say that being here, right now, was amazing. And that the feelings that Finn was giving her were amazing. But that doesn’t mean she was okay with them. She was scared. Terrified. Ronnie was scared of doing that thing where when someone actually cares for her and wants what best and she just throws them away. She was scared to get hurt from hurting someone.

Ronnie leaned into his chest more the more she thought about it. Because it made her nervous, and knowing her was there calmed her down. It was turning into a vicious cycle and she couldn’t wait to fuck him and see if it all went away. Ronnie felt her hand grabbing into his and started playing with his fingers again. Bending them into strange shapes, and occasionally letting their fingers intertwine. Mostly it was just another excuse to touch him.


“Glad that was new for you too.” She said her eyes darting around the room nervously, for no real reason. “I don’t kiss people like that. Being closed makes me open. Sun isn’t allowed to touch me, and neither are you.” She muttered mostly to herself, again being insane.

Ronnie bit her lip and thought. Would she like him? She didn’t want to answer that honestly. If he treated her right then she knew she would leave. But he was treating her right, now and she was fine. She could feel her eyes flitting back and forth at the options. She wanted him to be an ass; it made everything so much easier. But at the same time she wanted him to touch her like he was and talk to her like he was. “No. I’ll still hang out with you.” She said still not looking at him. “Just as long as you swear you be a cunt to everyone else.”

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When Ronnie started rambling again, that crooked little grin trundled across Finn's face as he listened to the odd form of poetry she made with the words that seemed to make no sense. The thing he understood about Ronnie was that the things she said did make sense, but her discourse wasn't conventional. Everything had a deeper meaning.

“I don’t kiss people like that. Being closed makes me open. Sun isn’t allowed to touch me, and neither are you.” she said, and he nodded, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"Yeah, well I don't like the sun either. Call me a rainy weather bear," Finn answered with a resolute nod. "And if you want, I could be your parasol! Then the sun would never touch you!"

He made a pleased face at the thought of being a parasol, and for a moment he almost thought he was becoming fluent in Ronnie, which definitely cheered him up considerably. Not that he wasn't cheery before, but this reassured him.

However, when Ronnie prepped to respond to the heated question, he bit his lower lip.

"“Just as long as you swear you be a cunt to everyone else.” she said, and his half smile turned into a wide grin.

"I PROMISE!" he said excitedly, saluting.

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Ronnie was actually loving the way Finn looked at her when she talked. He didn’t look confused like most people he was just listening. It made her feel like actual sentences that made sense were coming out. Not random chatter. She didn’t feel like she needed to shut up.

Ronnie couldn’t help but grin at him and give him a very quick kiss on the lips. She thought it was pretty much adorable the he was trying to understand her as best he could. She leaned into his chest more. No, he was totally wrong. Ronnie liked heat, and the sun. I guess she was trying to say that happiness wasn’t allowed to touch her. And that he couldn’t touch her because he made impossible things, possible, for that moment that is. Happiness was supposed to stay far away. She chuckled and nodded her head. She wanted him to feel better.

Ronnie ruffled his hair. “You can be my parasol” she said nuzzling her head under his chin. She grabbed his arms and pulled them around her. “You just have to be okay with me always being pale” Ronnie wasn’t always pale anyways, but he didn’t know that.

His yelling again caused her to flinch back. She hated loud noises. And this being one of those situations that would usually cause her to start screaming and probably slap him she just sort of shrugged it off. Still she couldn’t help the stinging in her eyes and she hid her face in his chest. “And just try not to love me, ever” she said. Ronnie hated the idea of love. She hated the feeling of love. She didn’t believe in it honestly. She loved her brother, and her sister, and herself. But having someone love someone they haven’t known forever was just unreal to her.

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Resting his head on the top of her head, Finn felt the alcohol finally create that numb buzzing feeling in his brain, and that was the only way Finn's thoughts were ever genuine and clear. The wall he threw up when he was drunk and sober was something he used to keep everyone away. Away from his feelings and relationships and others.

But Ronnie was something else. She was medication to Finn. She opened him up like a book, and for once he wasn't afraid. The last person that did this for him he backhanded, and that was the end of the relationship. He lost her, perhaps forever. That person was Roxie.

Yet if he told Ronnie any of this she would run. She liked bad boys- inconsiderate assholes- and that was what he would give her if she asked for it, as long as she would stay around. Because he didn't want her to leave, plain and simple. He wanted her to stay with him as long as possible, because she made him feel like a real human being. Finn hadn't felt like that for as long as he could remember.

So when she said: “And just try not to love me, ever”" he bit his lip and spoke in barely above a whisper- which was quite unlike Finn.

"I'll try."

He went quiet for a moment until a voice in his head cried out: "Stop that! What the fuck are you doing?"

Finn nearly physically shook his head. He was allowing Ronnie to complicate his head. He had to get back to the usual chore of pretending to be the huge dickhead he'd convinced himself and everyone else that he was. So he replied to Ronnie with a little less emotion than usual.

"Do I look like a pussy to you?"

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