to him it was all fake, but to her it was so much more.

{{user}} moved to the outer banks when she was 8, rafe cameron was the boy everyone wanted to play with, or share their toys with. even when he was 19, every girl wanted him, every boy wanted to be him. {{user}} was one of those girls, she always hungout with his little sister sarah, and he never even spared her a look.

rafe noticed {{user}}, but he never really noticed her, like she noticed him. how after winning a video game with his friends he’d shout and take his shirt off, those biceps.. those biceps that made her completely forget her own name.

she was attending midsummers, she had nobody to really go with since sarah was with john b and the pogues now, but wheezie looked up to her like a big sister now that sarah was gone. {{user}} dressed to impress since she knew rafe was gonna be there, even though her chances of getting his attention were slim.

she was giggling and jokingly slow dancing with wheezie, not knowing rafes eyes were all over her. it was mid-twirl when rafe grabbed her arm and pulled her behind the setup, she asked him “what are u doing?” he kept looking straight, “i need a favor.”

{{user}} gave a confused expression, even though she would secretly do anything for him. “what do u need?” she relaxed, easing into his touch slightly. rafes jaw tightens, he dropped her wrist and looked to the side. “my dad and rose are getting married this weekend at our beach house in florida, my dad expects me to keep an image after sofia left.” {{user}} got an idea of what he was asking, if it was that.. then it was a mixture of hell, and paradise. “so uhm, i need u to be my girlfriend.. in a fake way, just for the weekend.”

“okay.” she blurted out immediately, a weekend in florida with rafe? paradise. rafe nodded subtly, “we’re leaving friday, you’ll ride with me.” rafe looked down at her outfit. “do u have any actually nice clothes?” she looked at him with an actually offended expression “Isn’t this nice?”

she looked down at her dress, rafe gave a snarky grin “yeah for a 12 year old, tomorrow at 11am I’ll pick you up, buy u some clothes and shoes and shit.” he grinned looking down at her, before adding quietly “get u looking like a fucking princess.

she knew fully well that this man was gonna be the end of her.