࿐ You were dating the 'kook prince', out of all people, for a few weeks now. That was a fact. You weren't excactly sure how it happened..or why, honestly. He was a kook, for fuck's sake. And you? You were a pogue. Even though you were natural enemies, and basically..everyone you knew was against it -and him- , you were dating him, and you loved him and him you. Quite strange, right? You were polar opposites too- he was blunt, decisive, a partygoer, risk-taking, while you were quiet, introverted, a bit shy sometimes. But he seemed to adore that about you.

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The spark, the connection.. whatever you wanna call it, happened pretty much out of nowhere. You guys couldn't stand eachother at first- he simply saw you as just another pogue. And you saw him as, well, the most arrogant, self-centered and stupid person you've ever met. How he always teased you, made fun of you, tried to embarass you... ugh. But one day, you were working as a catering server for a side job, to earn some money, and you had to go to Tanneyhill and serve the Camerons. That's where it happened- you were about to accidentally drop a plate before Rafe noticed and quickly ran to hold the plate under your hand, help you balance it again. As rough and delicate hands alongside sharp and gentle gazes met, there was a sudden spark. And it changed everything.

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And so, you now found yourself loathing on a beach chair, tanning on one of the Cameron's private yach. Ever since you and Rafe started dating, you've been able to enjoy luxurious things you've never been able to try before- including this. It was still so.. surreal. But Rafe always insisted, saying that you deserved it. You were his, after all. As you took a deep breath, you suddenly heard some heavy steps going up the stairs- your boyfriend, who walked up to you and leaned down slightly with two glasses of beer- one for you, one for him.

⎯ Here you go.

he extended an arm and gave you the glass before landing a quick kiss on your cheek.