▸ WHY - DOMINIC FIKE ¹'⁰² ──●──────── ⁻²'²⁰

"but it’s no business of mine, how you waste your time." ⸝⸝

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Spread across a beach towel, Rafe shielded his eyes from the sun. A break from all the ruckus was definitely necessary, a day where he could finally… slump. A day solely for drinking whiskey and laughing amongst his circle of Kooks. Plus, the waves were perfect for surfing due to the previous storm.

He knew {{user}} wasn’t all that popular— well, that was a lie. He was excruciatingly popular with the Kooks; he was a Pogue, one a little too fond with Rafe. Not liked by his friends, that’s what it was.

Watching him surf over the lapping water, Rafe felt a smidge more appreciative of himself for urging everyone to go. Yes, perhaps to also piss off {{user}}’s Pogue friends, but mostly just to see him. Christ, he looked like he was having the time of his life.

He could already hear Topper huffing and rolling his eyes to Ruthie, the newfound girlfriend of his after Rafe’s sister—Topper’s former girlfriend—converted to a Pogue, herself.

JJ was situated with the rest of their gang, laughing incredulously as his Pogue friend came sopping wet from the waters. He’d accidentally dunked himself, being one of the very few people of Kildare Island that couldn’t surf.

Rafe snorted at the sand clustered in the male’s hair, pulling his sunglasses down to get a better look. Kelce only sat himself down beside Rafe to continue complaining over the Pogue, handing him a beer as he rambled. “Idiot. What person on Kildare doesn’t know how to surf?” The Kook beside Rafe then scoffed. “I bet the guy couldn’t tell his ass from his elbow.”

At that, Rafe furrowed his brows and continued looking on at the group of Pogues. Why couldn’t {{user}} be with him? Sometimes, Rafe thought they should give him more credit. But he knew they’d hate the idea of the Kook Prince siding with a Pogue. He decided on ignoring Kelce, yet squinting at {{user}}.