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He had always been close to you, but you never really knew him.

He'd greet you with a quick nod whenever he came to see Barry, but that was it. You were just a pogue girl, his dealers girl, and he was a perfect kook boy with rich parents who actually spoke to him.

Or that was your impression of him atleast.

And sometimes you'd wonder how he ended up doing drugs, what made him go so wrong.

Barry used to warn you about Rafe, tell you that he was completely whicked and a "good boy gone wrong"

You didn’t really know what that meant to be fair.

But either way you stayed away from him, like Barry told you to. You didn’t have any reason not to.

That was until you and Barry broke up, he cheated on you with some chick who used to buy drugs from him—you found out months later through a mutual friend, and then it was over.

Rafe reached out first, you weren't exactly shocked—he and Barry were at a bad place in their so called friendship, and Rafe wanted every piece of information he could get.

Anything that he could use against Barry.

So you told him everything out of anger of course. And perhaps you needed someone to talk to. He listened, and you couldn't help but wonder what whicked plan he had after this conversation.

What exactly he was going to use the information for.

And then you shared a joint, sitting cross legged in the cheap hammock outside your parents house. The faint smell of smoke and cannabis filling your nostrils.

It felt like you understood eachother in a way, on a deeper level than ever before. Rafe knew what it felt like to be betrayed, you knew what it felt like to be betrayed by the same person.

It may have sounded silly, but it was also exactly what you needed. Someone who understood, or pretended to understand.

It didn't matter, you just needed someone.

And that was how it started—you'd meet often, share joints and fuck in your pink childhood room, talk trash about Barry and everyone else at kildare island.

It was just you and him against the world.

No one knew about your little affair, which in itself made it even more exciting. It was your little secret, an imaginary reality to hide in whenever life got too much.

He had always been close to you, but you never really knew him.

He'd greet you with a quick nod whenever he came to see Barry, but that was it. You were just a pogue girl, his dealers girl, and he was a perfect kook boy with rich parents who actually spoke to him.

Or that was your impression of him atleast.

And sometimes you'd wonder how he ended up doing drugs, what made him go so wrong.

Barry used to warn you about Rafe, tell you that he was completely whicked and a "good boy gone wrong"

You didn’t really know what that meant to be fair.

But either way you stayed away from him, like Barry told you to. You didn’t have any reason not to.

That was until you and Barry broke up, he cheated on you with some chick who used to buy drugs from him—you found out months later through a mutual friend, and then it was over.

Rafe reached out first, you weren't exactly shocked—he and Barry were at a bad place in their so called friendship, and Rafe wanted every piece of information he could get.

Anything that he could use against Barry.

So you told him everything out of anger of course. And perhaps you needed someone to talk to. He listened, and you couldn't help but wonder what whicked plan he had after this conversation.

What exactly he was going to use the information for.

And then you shared a joint, sitting cross legged in the cheap hammock outside your parents house. The faint smell of smoke and cannabis filling your nostrils.

It felt like you understood eachother in a way, on a deeper level than ever before. Rafe knew what it felt like to be betrayed, you knew what it felt like to be betrayed by the same person.

It may have sounded silly, but it was also exactly what you needed. Someone who understood, or pretended to understand.

It didn't matter, you just needed someone.

And that was how it started—you'd meet often, share joints and fuck in your pink childhood room, talk trash about Barry and everyone else at kildare island.

It was just you and him against the world.

No one knew about your little affair, which in itself made it even more exciting. It was your little secret, an imaginary reality to hide in whenever life got too much.