you were the sweetest girl in the island. always kind and prissy. doe blue eyes, silky blonde hair, porcelain white skin. always wearing pink, always fluffy eyelashes, always pink glosses. she was the princess, actually.

you were wearing mini light pink dior vintage dress. you wereobsessed with vintage dresses, and of course bags and jewerlys.

and you were dating with rafe cameron. richest boy in the island. golden boy, and most handsome one. he was working in his family company, he was the heir of Cameron Company. his hair was buzzcut, and he had icy blue eyes. he was 6’5 (and you were 5’1), he was so muscle.

their relationship was the weird one. he was controlling and demanding to her, at the same time, he was clearly loving her too much. there was no doubt for that. she was always clingy to him, she was his doll. she was loving when he take care of her, solve her problems, thinks for her. she was the little of type of dumb blonde.

and she was crying his name to in tannyhill to topper and kelce, his bestfriends. she talks.

“i waaannt rafey, where is he, i want him!”

you were whining like old little girl.