Heaven

Chapter 15

Rachel POV

After eating cookies and watching High School Musical The Musical The Series, Finn and I decided to go back out to the mall. He was fully calm, and I had stopped beating myself up. After all, it's not like I encouraged Brody to kiss me! I didn't want him to, so I'm happy that Finn is back to normal.

"Ready to try this again, babe?" I ask him, smiling as I hop into the driver's seat of the truck, buckling up. He flashes me a quick smile, which I return. I do feel anxious about returning to the mall, but I'm going to pretend I'm not. It'll be just like an acting exercise. Hopefully, I don't get kissed by someone random this time.

"Rachel, I know you better then I think you know yourself sometimes, and I can tell something's wrong. What is it?" Finn asks as we pull out of the driveway.

Dammit. Why must he be able to read me perfectly? I mentally curse myself for being so obvious before simply replying, "Just a little paranoid, that's all. Nothing you have to worry about."

"You know, we can always go shopping another day. It doesn't have to be today, it could be tomorrow, or we could go to a different mall, or order online," he suggests, taking the hand I'm not driving with and kissing it gently.

It warms my heart how much he truly cares about me being comfortable with whatever we're doing, even if it's something as dumb as shopping. He's still the sixteen year old boy I fell in love with, albeit unrequited until the next year and, you know, being dead now.

"No, no, I want to go, I'm just worried because the last time I went, Brody was there," I insist, truly wanting to go shopping. I know that it's really dumb and stereotypical, but I want to shop. Even though I'm scared Brody's going to be there again, stalking me, (I've always had a fear of stalkers; thank you, JBI) I have to do this. It's not like PTSD, but it's still something that gives me a little bit of anxiety now.

"The second you want to go, Rach, we'll leave. I promise. Oh, and nice acting, by the way. Very well done," Finn chuckles to himself slightly. I knew that he could tell I was acting. I sigh frustrated. I can't lie to him, because he'll be able to figure out what I actually mean. Ugh, why must he be so supportive and know me so well?

"I wasn't acting," I lie, and he raises one of his eyebrows in suspicion. I'm not sure why he knows me so well- oh yeah, we're married. Right. That's probably why.

"And we aren't married," he replies, eyebrow still raised. That's one of our things from high school;, whenever one of us lies, the other says something like, "And I don't love you," "And you don't randomly burst into song," and, my personal favorite, "I can dance." Finn would say that, and I would start laughing. But, for some reason, we never really used normal ones. It was very sarcastic, and we have a tradition of kissing right after saying that.

"I forgot we were married for a minute, no lie," I inform him, and he bursts out laughing like this is the funniest thing he's heard all day. It might be, I don't know.

"That wounds me, Rachel Barbara Hudson-Berry," Finn teases and I pull into a parking spot. As soon as I get out of the truck, he grabs me and pulls me up to his seat, where he then tickles me in all my ticklish spots.

"Finn!" I shriek, giggling. At this point, people are staring at us. I don't care; they can judge all they want. I have my Finn with me.

When he's finally done tickling me, I give him a quick peck on the lips before jumping off of the seat and onto the ground, arm first.

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I want food.

Later loves,

~Ry