Being a kook was amazing. You had everything all the time. You had rich friends, clubs, parties, and you were kind of popular no matter what. At midsummers this year you were going with a couple of friends knowing you didn't have a boyfriend to go with.
Although you did have a huge crush on Rafe Cameron. There were rumors all over the island that Rafe was some sort of physcopath murderer. He made a pretty hot murderer if that was true though. You tried to talk to Topper to get closer to him and Sarah was no help because she basically became a pogue that Rafe hates.
There were rumors that he hated her so much that he was close to killing her three times. Yeah THREE times. I mean if she wants to become a pogue she can go right ahead but you could care less. You just wanted to get to her brother.
You thought that you could be the one to help Rafe. With all the TV shows you watch you were practically an expert on how to change him. But the hard part was making him fall in love with you first. You could do anything if Rafe let you inside his walls. You were friendly to him all the time but he never noticed.
One day at school you even went out of your way to sit by him at lunch, but he moved away and sat with other people. You got kind of mad but was not about to give up. Midsummers was coming up and that was when you would make your final move.
"Karlie I don't like this dress, it's too plain," you say from the fitting room. You hear your friend Karlie let out a big sigh. "You have complained about the last sixteen dresses too." She was right, but it had to be perfect. "Well you know the dress has to be perfect or else he won't notice me." You walk out and go to find a dress yourself. "You know Y/N who even is this mystery guy you like? And why are you so set on him?"
This was a secret that she wouldn't know about you. You were scared she would make fun of you and treat you as a reject. You couldn't let that happen. You decided she wouldn't know until you got him. "I am not going to tell you yet." "Well Y/N, I am your best friend, it's weird how you haven't told me yet..." That's when you see it. The perfect dress, and it would surely get Rafe's attention.
It was red, silk, tight, and it was revealing in all the right areas. It had an open back and very low v-neck. It was absolutely perfect. You excitedly grab it off the rack and run into the fitting room. You slip off the baby blue dress you had on and then hang it back on the hanger. You take the red one off the hanger and then step into it. You tie the string around the back and then fix it perfectly. It looked amazing on you.
You step out of the fitting room with a big grin on your face. Karlie's eyes go wide and then she gets excited for you. "OH MY GOD! Okay if you wear that there is no way this mystery man won't notice you. It is literally perfect." You just smile and then go to take it back off. Before you do, you admire yourself in the mirror a little more. The dress perfectly hugged your curves and you actually felt comfortable in it. You take it off and carefully put it back on the hanger.
When you step out of the fitting room Karlie is picking out her dress. You quickly pay for yours and then go and sit in the chair where Karlie was. "Ok now my turn," she says. She held up the light pink silk dress and it was very modest. She still looked amazing in it. She pays for it and then you go home to do your hair and makeup.
A few hours later:
You look at yourself one more time in the mirror and then smile. You curled your hair and then put on red lipstick to match your dress and some light colored neutral eyeshadow. Finally you put on mascara and you are finally ready to go. You slip into your dress and tie it. Then you look in the mirror one last time and fix any mistakes.
You walk out to Karlie's car and hop in. "Let's go bitch!" You start to blast music going down the road. When you get there you turn it all the way down and then pull into a parking space. You walk in and find a table to sit at for now. You look around admiring all of the decorations and stuff. There is even a huge chocolate fountain and two huge bowls of strawberries. Hm, they didn't have that last year.

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Rafe Cameron Fluff & Smut
FanfictionAnother collection of short stories of yet another fictional character I fell for, I hope you enjoy this. Introducing Rafe mother fucking Cameron...