you never fit in with his friends, they were the snobby and peppy kooks. yiu grew up a pouge, slowly becoming a kook

you were also nice unlike all of them, you never cared if people were pouges. in fact, your closest friends are pouges.

it breaks your heart, watching rafes best friend and his girlfriend purposely running their truck over a turtle hatch. you feel thin tears in your eyes, watching kiara pick up one of the hurt ones.

all the kooks beside you laugh and squeal, looking up and seeing rafe smirking, taking a sip of his beer.

“not cool rafe.” you say, walking and grabbing your phone and glasses. “they deserve it.” he argues back, “i wanna go home!” you say, upset. “now!”