Franchesca Ryans met life altering events after hooking up with Rafe Cameron at Midsummers last year. The seventeen yr old alcoholic finds herself back in her old ways after being released from rehab to come back home this summer.
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TW ✧ mentions of some smut ✧
Last year
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10:23 pm
Her Bambi eyes skimmed over shimmery stars, polarizing the pale moonlight sky from her view on the roof.
Blue, fluorescent LED lights, loud music, and clouds of marijuana surrounded the Figure Eight house party. Teenagers from both sides of the Island crowded, as Franny, Astrid, and KC sat on the roof, passing around KC's wax pen and a fruit punch Four Loko from downstairs.
They're feet dangled over the edge, while KC rambled about an argument Pope and Rafe had earlier that day at the Country Club. A soft smile snuck onto Franny's face, deep in memory of the last time she'd seen the dirty blonde.
" Rafe," she breathed against his lips.
His hair swept over her forehead as the blonde hovered over her, laying against the backseat of his truck. His hands ran over her body, leaving soft traces pressed against her skin as his lips meshed into hers.
Her lashes fluttered from the daze the older boy had her in. Moans exchanged as the kiss got sloppier, and his hand slipped under her hoodie—caressing her bare chest with his fingers.
She was numb.
Franny grabbed a fistful of the back of his shirt, gasping as his free hand slipped underneath her shorts. He massaged the wet seat of her panties, smiling down at her shut eyes and parted lips. She couldn't make out how one thing led to another, but in the same breath, neither of them cared to.
Rafe texted her that night, saying he wanted to drop off the earphones she left in his truck the night he drove her home from the party.
And he did. But he also wanted to fuck her again.
" Fuck, you get so wet for me, Ryans," his raspy voice praised against her ear.
The small space filled with heavy breathing and panting, as he slipped two fingers into her, making her head fall back onto the seat. Franny's thoughts were fuzzy. Her eyes flickered—gaze focused on stars above his head, gleaming through a pitch-black sky outside of his truck's window.
Her back arched from the constant touch between her parted thighs, as a warm euphoric wave washed over her. Breathless moans escaped her lips while she clawed at his back, desperately pulling him closer to her chest-
" ...Franny," Astrid repeated, slapping her friend's arm right after.
She blinked at the sky, turning her head to face her two friends.
