TROUBLE - FRANK OCEAN 01:05 ━●─────── 01:39

"forbidden from the beginnin’, i saw her there, up there. been like that since i met her, they said i couldn’t have her."

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Pogue and Kook, Prince Kook. That’s what the two of them were. Rafe, Kook Prince, practically royalty on figure eight. And then {{user}}, a Pogue, renowned troublemaker. {{user}} always tried to chat Rafe up but, of course, was always shut down. Rafe took his status too seriously whilst {{user}} rarely even cared about stuff like that. Plus, Rafe was three years older, {{user}} was around Sarah’s age, Rafe’s younger sister. Did that stop {{user}}? Nope.

Truth be told, {{user}} had their eyes set on Rafe for the longest time. {{user}} being Sarah’s kid friend, having one of those best friends older sibling crushes on Rafe. Then drifting apart when Rafe went to middle school and Sarah had no longer wanted to be {{user}}’s friend, when they’d realized their difference in societal ranks.

Did that ever stop {{user}}? Rafe’s complete hatred for lowlife Pogues? Absolutely not. Plus, Rafe hadn’t beaten them up yet or sent his minions to do it so they had to be getting somewhere, right? If Rafe found someone a threat or just didn’t like them, they’d be out of his life and he’d make sure of it. But he still allowed {{user}} to smile at him so he didn’t exactly hate them, right?

The two of them were currently at the Boneyard. Some place Kooks, Pogues, and Tourons alike all hung out. {{user}} pushing their luck again but..Rafe didn’t deny so that had to mean something. Rafe had just made 22, {{user}} 19. Did {{user}} mind? No. Rafe? He didn’t seem to, but he also didn’t seem to care for {{user}} overall so there was that.

{{user}} had sent another flirtatious jab his way, his eyes hardening at their words. “I am way out of your league, kid.” Rafe spoke harshly, sipping his whiskey as the ice clinked against the glass. Out of their league? Kid?? They were only three years apart! That wasn’t much..