Misfits Meme: Five Friendships [02/05]
Finn & Rudy
"Yes! See, I do know ya. Aren’t ye that power dealer’s girlfriend? Oh, sorry, ye don’t know who I am, do ya? I’m Finn," he said, excited to have remembered the girl’s name. He’d never seen a picture of her, but Rudy also said something about a girl who scraped her hair all the way back, and there’s no way this wasn’t her.
"Yer mate. Why ya got ah problem or sumfin? If so ya can sort that shit wiv ‘im. Tho ‘e ain’t reall’ah in tah tha’ no more, like!" she said while trying to remember what Rudy was telling her on the phone the other day. "Ah, mate, ‘r ya tha Finn Rudy iz stayin’ wiv ‘ere in tha community cent’ah?" she asked, with a faint smile.
"Yes! Yes, that’s me! Rudy said somethin’ about me? I mean, yeah, we’re mates and all.. No, just remembered you like you remembered me, heh.." Finn replied nervously. "We met a few times when som’ powa shit went down.." he recalled the case with the money and his girlfriend Sadie. He couldn’t believe how weird all of that was to actually tell someone. "Ye two still togetha’?"
"Wot d’you mean? It’s not as bad as I thought it’d to be ‘onest.." Finn replied surprised. It could’ve been as bad as he thought, if it weren’t for Jess.
"Maybe I’m just getting sick of all of you, then," she sarcastically suggests with an accenting raise of her brows.
"Wot- Wot d’you mean? Are ye jokin’? Yer jokin’, right?" he panicked. Jess was so hard to get through, having all those layers of sarcasm and acting tough.
@jac: hey u should com to the bar on thee state
@jac: imj ust a wee bit drunk - u stil lcomin
@jac: is ti too soon osrry
[text] It’s 5p.m.
[text] How are you already smashed?
@jac: all rdys fault
@jac: dnt listn 2 im btw
[text] I never listen to anythin’ that prick says.
[text] Wait, how’s it his fault again?
@jac: he brouhgt som vodka or whateva
@jac: me head hutrs so badly
amessageto-yourudy started following you
"What are you doin’ ‘ere?"
"Finley!" Rudy grinned. "Wha the - Wha, how’s it goin’ mate. I hav’t seen you since…" He paused. "Well, since ‘n hour ago, as I recall."
"How’s it goin’, mate?"
Finn had blindly hoped for Rudy to tell him they’d broken up or whatever. Instead, his jokes made everything worse. “No! Don’t think ye can just make a joke ou’ of it- I- I told yer, we’re finished now that you and Jess are togetha.. So fuck off, alright!” he panted angrily, unwillingly causing Rudy to fall over.
Stu,bling around to get back up, a flash of hurt across his features before he put his hands in front of him.
"A’right, a’right, let’s just take a breather," he said, more for his sake that Finn. Rudy didn’t much like being pushed around, but this was his mate. He’d never admit it aloud, but he’d take any shit Finn gave him. "I sai’ I wa’ sorry, and I tried - I told you. Ya can’ fault me fer bein’ honest, Finnely.
"Why can’ we jus’ brush it under the rug, eh, mate? This wa’ all jus’ a big pile a shit ya never ask’d fer. And ‘m sorry - I truly am. This is just a feckin’ mess - a, a real sexy may’em."
Finn was still breathing heavily, not too sure what he was really going for here. Yeah, Rudy had tried to tell him about Jess, but that just didn’t make everything okay. But he also knew that at the same time, he couldn’t just force them to break up or anything like that.
"I- I- I’m sorry," he replied confused. "Not for the Jess-thing, for pushin’ ye over," he corrected himself quickly. For him, it still wasn’t over - even though he and Jess had never dated or whatever, Rudy knew how much he’d fancied her.
"I tell ye what," Finn started. "How ‘bout you buy me a drink, and then we’ll see what happens, yeah?" He thought about what he’d said and continued under his breath: "God, I sound like I’m chattin’ ye up- I didn’t- I didn’t mean it like that, obviously..
Ye know what I mean..”
"Oi, i’s a’right, mate," Rudy said, shrugging. "I understan’, I really do. I can be a lil’ twat I know but I didn’t mean to harm ya."
Adjusting his clothes, he rubbed his chin a moment looking over at him. “Yeah, I fink we both need a drink,” he said sincerely. He felt bad, but Finn offering to be with him - even at the expense of Rudy’s pocket change - was a beacon of hope for him. “And o’ course mate - o’ course. Like what ya want, that’s my thought.” He winked at him, thinking Finn wasn’t being completely honest with his sexuality.
"Maybe I can ask the Han’some Barman if he can give us a free drink or somefin’." Holding his arms out in a hug, he said, "…mates?"
Finn laughed slightly when Rudy mentioned Alex, but tried to contain any positive emotion. At least for a while, he was going to let Rudy sweat a bit. See how much he meant to him after all. Maybe that was a luxury he didn’t have, but it was worth taking a risk every now and then.
"Knowin’ Alex, that’s not likely to happen, but sure.. yeah.. Mates," Finn grinned softly, as he went in for an awkward hug.
"So, I guess we better get goin’, then, unless ye want Abbs to come wiv’ us or summat? Where is she anyway?"
“‘Ey, ‘m sure there’s a shell I can crack in’o,” Rudy said, pulling on some pants, flashing Finn the pleasant crack of his arse. “Speakin’ o’ shells, I think Abbey’s still pretty bummed out ‘bout Mark. Ya know, after Alex tried t’ be wif a girl, then made her an agent o’ Satan,” Rudy laughed at.
"Lemme go ‘n’ use my charm ‘n’ lovely phsyic to lure Alex into givin’ us somefin’. ‘M sure this applies to bein’ nice to e’eryone - too bad that gypsy curse don’ work ‘im no more. Heh."
Finn wasn’t too sure if he should laugh or not. Rudy made it sound funny, but at the same time he knew how upset both Abbey and Alex were. Not that he cared about the prick, no, not at all.
So he just shrugged and grinned a bit. An insensitive dick as a friend was better than no mates at all, in Finn’s opinion.
"We should probableh leave ‘er alone then, y’know, just us mates, yeah? Alex is a right prick anyway, he better give us some free ones after I saved his life with that piano." he recalled. It wasn’t a pleasant memory, Finn shook his head to try to forget it.
There was no way that was a subtle remark towards him, right? “Yeah, as long as you can get used to all the random shit that only seems to happen ‘ere, heh,” Finn laughed softly. The storm had basically messed up everything he had a year ago. “What d’you study over in tha big city? I’ve only got me eight GCSEs,” he grinned proudly.
Angel nodded her head agreeing with his statement about getting used to all the random shit. She was getting starting to get used to all of it, but some things still made her question why she was there. She like the place though. “Well, I have an Associate in Applied Sciences. I work as a Phelbotomist at Memorial Hospital which is roughly sixteen minutes from here give or take.”
"Wow, that’s quite a mouthful, innit," Finn replied smiling. A smart, pretty girl in bloody Wertham who was talking to him, that was new. Maybe he should try to push his luck even further. "So, eh, I don’t know about you, but I’m quite thirsty, actually.." he said, moving his head to its side, indicating towards the bar a few blocks away.