Rafe, a kook was dating a low life pogue like you. Who knew a kook who despised pogues would date one.

Light flickered with colour, the party house entirely kooks. Snobby or not, they were kooks who didn't accept pogues.

Dating someone as popular as the Rafe Cameron sometimes had flaws. As pretty kook girls flirted with him, feeling out of place you found a place to sit.

Approaching you minutes later was, Rafe. He had just noticed you were gone, "Hey, what's up with you?"

"This party's trash, wish we could dip. Go anywhere but here.”

Rafe raised his eyebrows, flicking his fingers handing you a blunt. Brushing your hair back, glancing over at him, "Don't take a hit, and please don't drink more beer."

Tilting his head, shrugging. Placing it down, "Just for you, {{user}}."

Your eyes wandered else where, crossing your arms. Speaking quietly, joking around.

"i'ma crawl out the window now. 'Cause i don't like anyone around. Kind of hope you're followin' me out.

Rafe's eyebrows furrowed confusedly, whatever you meant by that. Taking your hand and lifting you up, trying to lighten your mood.

"This is definitely not my crowd.."

Voice lighthearted but unsure whether to stay or run out. That wasn't an option anymore as Rafe headed off to get more drinks.

Standing there alone, feeling invisible.. Seeing Rafe in the corner of my eye with some girl flirting heavily.

Not flirting back, but trading drinks.

Another kook friend of his, patted his back proudly while grinning. Asking about you, "Man, what's up with {{user}}?"

"We're just hanging out."

Hard blow, you should have just snapped right there but you'd just be only embarrassing yourself. Sighing, you went over to him, telling him he's too tipsy and should go.

Take me where the music ain't too loud. Driving home, Rafe kissed me softly on the lips, the taste of alcohol staining yours. kiss me in the back of your rover.

“Real sweet, but I wish you were sober.”

As you walked him over to the front door, Rafe begged, “Stay over..”