THE PICTURE OF YOU -rafe cameron-

074; day six

Day six leading up to the island club party,
Myra worked another shift at the large establishment out on figure eight. It was a busy day, all of the staff were getting ready for the big event tomorrow. It was going to be lavish, just as every other kook thing was. Myra had been put on decorating duty with some of the other girls that were working that day, a task she didn't exactly enjoy. She was stood on the top of a ladder, putting a garland filled with white and pink flowers up along the edges of the terrace. It was the most boring thing ever, she thought as she went along with it. She had seen Rafe out by the pool club earlier, a drink in his hands and a smug smirk upon his lips. He was there with his friends Topper and Kelce, laughing and joking. Drinking tequila sunrise by lunchtime, like true summer vacation kooks do. They had booked a golf cart for later, 2 PM to be exact. Myra had seen Rafe's name in the books. He had of course reserved number fourteen, as he always did. She still wasn't sure as to why he always chose that exact number. All she knew was that it must mean something special to him.

Myra caught a glimpse of Rafe again as she walked past the pool club a little while later, a box full of party supplies in her arms. It was heavy, so she held it as firmly as she could as to not drop it. As mentioned, it was an extremely busy day at the island club and she didn't have any time to waste. The three boys had barely moved since Myra last had seen them and Rafe, who was downing his third drink by now, hadn't seemed to take notice of her walking by. She lingered, seeing the group of boys talking to a blonde girl and her friends. Myra thought she recognized the girl, but she couldn't be sure. It could be the girl from the kook party a little while back, the one who couldn't get enough of Rafe's cocaine. Or it could just be any other generic blonde haired kook girl out by the pool. They were all the same to her.

Myra made her way back towards the terrace, crossing the large entrance hall. That's when she heard her name being called out by a familiar sweet voice. "Myra, hey" echoed throughout the walls, making the pouge girl stop in her tracks. She was till holding onto the heavy box, feeling her arms beginning to ache a little. Myra vaguely remembered hearing that exact voice before, but she couldn't tie it to a face. Not until she spun around on her heels, seeing a bright smile and two brown sparkling eyes. Sarah Cameron, of course. Myra suddenly felt a little stupid, how couldn't she remember the Kildare princess? The girl who had John B so swooned. "Hi Sarah" Myra called back, trying her best to cover it up. Sarah seemed to hang around the cut quite a lot these days, however Myra wasn't around like she used to. "Hi, how are you? I didn't know you were working today" Sarah cooed as she walked over towards Myra, her warm smile only growing wider. "I'm good, yeah" Myra mumbled in a rush, tapping her fingers against the heavy cardboard box. She tried her best to sound as nice and polite as possible, even though she wasn't in the best of mood. This day was long from over, but already so tiring. It felt like one of those days that never ended, dragging on forever. Besides, she wasn't exactly pleased by the sight of Rafe getting drunk in the middle of the day either. He was loosing control of himself, Myra could see that. However he was in clear self denial. "Good" Sarah hummed, nodding her head as she glanced around, "your brother isn't working today?". Myra shook her head. "Nope, I think he's coming in later tonight... I'm not sure actually" she answered. She hadn't seen JJ in a while and she hadn't even thought to check the schedule for his name. "Oh okay" Sarah spoke, clasping her hands together in front of her body. Sarah looked as pretty as always, her blonde streaks of hair laying perfectly around her kind and sunkissed face. She was wearing a pair of white shorts with a scalloped edge and a deep orange shirt, like the colour of a sunset. On her feet she wore a pair of strappy sandals, the soles of them pressed against the marbled floor.

"Are you excited about the party tomorrow?" Sarah then asked, clearly making small talk. Myra wasn't sure why Sarah had stopped her, or what she was even here to do. "Uhm, I don't know" Myra answered, shrugging her shoulders faintly, "I mean I'm sure it'll be nice and all but... I'm working so". "Yeah right" Sarah hummed, like she had forgotten the fact of it, "I'm sorry, that sucks, I'm sure you'd rather go to the party instead". Sarah's voice lingered with both curiosity and playfulness. It was like she was trying to question Myra while simultaneously trying to tell a joke, making the pouge girl unsure of how to respond. "Yeah right" Myra chuckled, rolling her eyes as a way of deflection, "cause I'm the type of girl who'd enjoy a evening in kook land out of my free will? Sounds like pure hell honestly". "Yeah it probably is" Sarah agreed with a laugh. "Are you going?" Myra asked curiously, assuming that she was. Sarah's family was always represented at these things, being as influential as they are around the island. "Yeah I am" Sarah answered simply, not to Myra's surprise. "You must be excited" Myra pointed out, raising her eyebrows. Sarah laughed again, a short and unsure chuckle. "It's just another party right?" she questioned as she shrugged her shoulders, gazing at Myra, "I mean I've been to hundreds of them now, they kinda lose their edge after a while". "I can imagine" Myra spoke kindly, feeling the box in her arms weighting her down. She had always pictured Sarah as a typical girl. One who's afraid of spiders and loves dresses. One who pretends to not be able to lift something semi heavy only so some stupid boy could feed his masculine ego by acting like her saviour. A girl who always wore pink and never went outside her house without lipgloss on. One who couldn't stand the sight of bugs and dirt. But Sarah was proving herself to be quite different as time went on. "I should probably get back to work, we have a lot to do" Myra hummed after another minute, nodding her head forwards. "Of course" Sarah said, taking a step away, "I have to go and find my dad anyways, he's in here somewhere... but I'll see you tomorrow then"