First Person (entry type): I’m still kinda bummed out about that whole cheesus thing. I mean, I totally understand what Miss Pillsbury said, it was logical and everything, I get that. But it was nice thinking there was someone watching over me and helping me out, you know? ‘specially with Rachel. We haven’t done anything...more, since she let me touch her boobs. If you can even call it that – I realised afterwards it was only the sides of them, which hardly counts. If I still had the Grilled Cheesus then I could pray more and maybe me and Rachel’d go a bit further...
I’d have to word it real carefully though. I still feel bad about what happened to Sam, I totally didn’t mean for his arm to end up dislocated. Seriously, it would have been better if I’d got to be quarterback again some other way. Not...that I’m complaining about that part.
Third Person: Finn took his time rummaging in his locker. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Rachel gesticulating wildly (was that the right word? He thought it was – Kurt used it the other day in this sort of context, right? But it did sort of sound made up...whatever, she was waving her arms about) as she ranted about— something. He wasn’t sure what, he’d stopped listening about two minutes ago right about the time Rachel started complaining about Mr. Schue’s music choices the previous week. All he had to do was nod and make some agreeable noises in the right places and he was golden.
He should probably stop messing about with his locker. It was a good distraction, but there were only so many times you could rearrange your books before people thought you were weird. Dropping his math book into his bag, he slammed the locker door shut and turned to Rachel with a grin.
“Yeah, I totally agree. So, you maybe wanna go out tonight?” And just like that he’d gotten away with zoning out during yet another Rachel Rant.
Finn Hudson 5/5
I’m still kinda bummed out about that whole cheesus thing. I mean, I totally understand what Miss Pillsbury said, it was logical and everything, I get that. But it was nice thinking there was someone watching over me and helping me out, you know? ‘specially with Rachel. We haven’t done anything...more, since she let me touch her boobs. If you can even call it that – I realised afterwards it was only the sides of them, which hardly counts. If I still had the Grilled Cheesus then I could pray more and maybe me and Rachel’d go a bit further...
I’d have to word it real carefully though. I still feel bad about what happened to Sam, I totally didn’t mean for his arm to end up dislocated. Seriously, it would have been better if I’d got to be quarterback again some other way. Not...that I’m complaining about that part.
Third Person:
Finn took his time rummaging in his locker. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Rachel gesticulating wildly (was that the right word? He thought it was – Kurt used it the other day in this sort of context, right? But it did sort of sound made up...whatever, she was waving her arms about) as she ranted about— something. He wasn’t sure what, he’d stopped listening about two minutes ago right about the time Rachel started complaining about Mr. Schue’s music choices the previous week. All he had to do was nod and make some agreeable noises in the right places and he was golden.
He should probably stop messing about with his locker. It was a good distraction, but there were only so many times you could rearrange your books before people thought you were weird. Dropping his math book into his bag, he slammed the locker door shut and turned to Rachel with a grin.
“Yeah, I totally agree. So, you maybe wanna go out tonight?” And just like that he’d gotten away with zoning out during yet another Rachel Rant.