What?

Finn has a broken arm and he really needs a shower.

Fuck this is itchy. Where’s that pencil gone? 

As I walk around my room.trying to find something to poke down my cast, I see myself in the mirror. Fuck. My hair was greasy and something had decided to take up residence on my chin. 

I’m not going to ask chop, he might shave some funky pattern on my chin. Archie’s boyfriend wouldn’t be comfortable with him touching another bloke, same with Izzy. Chloe might get the wrong idea when I take off my shirt. That leaves….. Rae. I can control myself, I think. 

I pull my phone out of my pocket and have a seat on my bed. I have to use my phone like an old person now because I broke my right arm. 

Me: Hey Mae hiws my faavorite person todau? X

Rae: I take it your arms still broken !! Haha I’m alright, you ok? 

 Me: Yeah but I wnt help wuth sonethibg. Can you come.iver? x 

 Rae: ok I’ll be round ASAP!!  

 Me: Rae?     Rae: yeeeeaaahhhh? 

 Me: Bring your swimming costume ;) 

Rae: Why?

Rae: Finn? 

Rae: Fucksake I’m coming now  

After about twenty minutes there was a loud knock at the door. I eagerly jumped up to let her in. 

“Woah! What the hell died in your face”

I moved out of the way and beckoned her in. As she came through the door she engulfed me in a hug. It was tight and warm. Mmm mmm Rae. I shook my head. Gotta focus, Finn.

“You uh might want to take a shower when you get right of” she pointed to my small fluffy beard. “That.”

“That’s what I asked you here for.” I gave her my best innocent smile, she looks kind of irritated, I’m not sure, maybe confused. 

I asked her to follow me upstairs and explain what I need her to do. Obviously shes not impressed but I tell her she’s my best friend, I tell her I need her. Of course she gives in.

We’re in the shower together, we’re not naked but close enough. Theresa May. I can see the outline of her body. Oh good god. Michael Jackson. I can see her looking at me, what must I look like? Standing here in my swim shorts, my arm wrapped in cling film and Tesco bags.

“Am I just washing your hair, yeah?” She asked me and I nodded. She reached behind me for the shampoo, her left boob pressed up against me.

“Steve Buscemi” I whispered.

“What?”

“Nothing”

“You said something”

“No I didn’t, can we just get on?“ 

“Uhh… Yeah sure, wet your hair then”

Fuck, that was close, I need to control my thoughts some other way. Rae squirted shampoo on her hand, she reached up and massaged my scalp, it actually felt pretty good. I wonder what else she can do with those hands. Ron Perlman. This isn’t working. I look down, which happens to be where Rae’s cleavage is - right under my nose. Oh dear lord. Don’t get an erection. Camilla Parker-Bowles.

Oh my god she’s touching my chest!!!!! She’s touching my chest!!!!

“Hey that wasn’t part of the agreement.” I nodded my head down to her hand, which was still on my peck. She snatched it away, blushing. 

“Sorry, you had a drip. You can rinse it now.” I moved my head back into the stream of water. Rae grabbed the shower gel, squirted some into her hand and started to rub my body. 

I’m fucked. FUCKED.

MICKEY ROURKE. STEVEN SEAGAL. QUENTIN TARANTINO. Why do I know so many funky old celebrities?

Before I knew it, she’d finished. She was spraying me with the shower head. I switched off the shower, unimpressed. She jumped out first, obviously cold because her nipples were erect. Erect haha. She wrapped a towel around herself and held her hand out to help me. As soon as I was out she wrapped another towel around me. I never realised how small this bathroom is. She led me to the sink and I showed her where I kept my shaving stuff. 

Soon I was covered n shaving foam. I mean covered. I could see the Concentration on Rae’s face, it made me laugh but when I did she scowled at me. Man, she means business.

When she was done she cleaned me up. She then pulled my shorts down, under my towel. Gulp! I dried off as best as I could and she hooked fresh boxers round my ankles. This is gonna go horribly wrong.

She pulled them up with out so much as a slip of the towel or graze of the hand. Damn! I left the room so she could change. When she came out she was all flushed then made some excuse about needing to see a man about a pigeon and left quite abruptly, god knows what that was about.

Ok, I’m massively into pop punk. Literally since I first heard it in the late 90’s early 00’s so I apologise that I’m kind of out of date. But you guys all like a couple who are stuck in the 90’s, listening to Brit pop!!! So I’m sure you’ll turn a blind eye.

Anyway I just wrote this and didn’t reread it so sorry if it doesn’t make sense but I just had to get it out of my head. This is based on the 2010 (I think) song Check yes Juliet by we the kings.

So here it is