The sound of the sea was clear. Sea, sun, sand, fresh wind, birds singing—oh, what a time to be alive. Rafe was relaxing for the first time in a while, and he didn't even need to snort coke to do it.

He couldn't hear what Topper was saying—probably about some girl, it wasn't worth listening to anyway, he wasn't personally interested in the matter. He needed peace, or else he would just freak out again and that wouldn't be at all pleasant, for others.

His thoughts were well organized and strangely calm until he was awakened from his thoughts, a ball hitting the sand right next to him—sending sand flying everywhere. Oh, what the...?

On normal days, this would've pissed him off, made him swear for the rest of the day—but, before he could get up and act like the stuck-up asshole he identified himself as, he swallowed hard.

Rafe wasn't a guy who got carried away, hardly, he didn't even care that much about girls, they were just a little thing and not exactly fun—he just didn't think that a fucking light pink checkered bikini would make him actually forget all the insults he thought about shouting in your face.

You apologized, thanked Topper when he gave you the ball back and went back to your friends, and he didn't say anything. Damn, he could've said a lot of things, couldn't he? He could've seemed friendly, he could've caught the ball and given it back to you with a kind smile before Topper had done that. Could've, just could.

He could've also given up—and he did just the opposite.

The boys left the beach, they even invited him to go to some stupid party that he denied immediately while staring at you from afar. Freak, they said and he didn't care.

Rafe's just waiting for the right moment, when you put on your little pink dress that made you look like a doll. He approached like a bee to honey. “You're okay?” He questioned. Not because you looked bad, but because you were alone now. “Y'know, it's kinda dangerous to be alone here... Can I keep you company, doll? Please?”