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"Here, baby."
Rafe Cameron appeared behind the Martin girl softly, one hand placed on her hip, the other wounding around her waist and handing her the plastic cup, half filled with an unknown liquid.
The boy smiled softly, confidence radiating throughout his veins after his talk with Topper, whom stood close by with a playful smile dancing on his tanned features.
Currently, Ophelia stood amongst the crowd deep off into the cut, Outer Banks holding a Summer Movie Series each and every year. Ophelia had been hesitant, though when Rafe had begged the girl with pleading eyes and soft words, she couldn't help but agree.
It wasn't like the golden trio, along with Ophelia, to be seen on the Cut, better yet anywhere far from Figure Eight. Tonight, although, was different, and held motives Ophelia wasn't sure she had wanted to be apart of.
"Thank you." Ophelia replied softly to the boy as she let her fingers wrap around the blue coloured cup, bringing her nose to the brim, the sweet smell of liquor and coke wafting through her nose. Next to Ophelia stood Rafe, a worn out tanned ball cap lined backwards on his head, paired with a coral coloured shirt and striped board shorts.
One hand gripped the rather small looking cup firmly in between his fingers, his metal ring shining in the sun as the other found way to Ophelia's back, pressed firmly against the lower half.
"Tell me again, why I am here?" Ophelia groaned softly, her eyes narrowing in a few feet ahead of her where an all too familiar group sat, two boys tuning their heads to face Ophelia and the few she had been with. It was then she noticed the sour looks washed upon her friends faces, and she couldn't help but shrink back, only thankful to be their friends and nothing but.
"You're un-officially the fourth member of this group." Kelce chimed in with a bright smile, reaching over Topper and shoving the girl lightly in the shoulder. "Mandatory." Topper grinned softly, his eyes never leaving the group of Pogues.
"Right." Ophelia rolled her eyes playfully, titling her head upwards to meet with Rafe, a small smile playing on his lips as he looked down towards the dark haired girl. "You going to tell me what you plan on doing now?" Ophelia sighed softly. "Because I know it isn't just standing around with a sour look on your pretty little face."
Rafe Cameron blushed at the girls words, her hand raising in the air to cup underneath his chin, squeezing his cheeks softly before letting her hand fall back to her side. "Just roughing them around a bit, O."
