𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓 ― rafe cameron

δέκα ; 10

song of the chapter:
THINKIN BOUT YOU ; frank ocean

Margarita woke up to the soft morning light filtering through her curtains, stretching lazily as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Her gaze fell upon a vase of fresh lilies on her vanity, their vibrant colors and gentle fragrance filling the room. The sight was a pleasant surprise, and she quickly got out of bed to investigate.

As she approached the vanity, she noticed a handwritten note tucked into the bouquet. She carefully picked it up and read the message:

Hey Margie,

We heard about the rough night and just wanted to send a little something to brighten your morning. We hope it makes you smile. We miss and love you! 

—The Pogues & Rafe 

Margarita's eyes widened as she read the last line. Rafe, known for his notorious dislike of the Pogues, had somehow been included in this gesture. She recalled the stories Sarah had shared about his past encounters with them, including that infamous incident involving a golf club.

A small smile crept onto her face as she processed the unexpected inclusion. It was surprising but kind of sweet, considering the circumstances.

She took a moment to admire the lilies, their delicate petals contrasting with the rough history between Rafe and the Pogues. It was a thoughtful gesture from Sarah, and Rafe's involvement added a layer of complexity to the situation.

Margarita grabbed her phone and quickly shot a message to the groupchat and to Rafe himself.

baddies

spicy margarita 

thank u for the flowers guys 
im gonna cry u guys are sooo cute

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Rafe Cameron

thank you for the flowers this morning
and ur story is so cute
yk why
cos im in it!
anyway thankyou again
mwah im very grateful!!!!

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Margarita started her day by taking a refreshing shower, letting the warm water help her shake off the lingering remnants of the previous night. After drying off, she carefully braided her hair into two long, neat braids, a part of her morning routine that she found both comforting and grounding.

With her hair now neatly braided, she made her bed with practiced efficiency, smoothing out the sheets and arranging the pillows just right. She then opened all the windows and blinds in her room, allowing the natural light to flood in and brighten up her space.

Feeling accomplished and ready for the day, she returned to her bed and turned on the TV, which descended gracefully from the ceiling and opened up to Netflix. As she settled back against her pillows, she began browsing through her options, searching for the perfect show or movie to match her mood for a relaxing day at home.

As the hours passed, Margarita found herself drifting in and out of sleep, the soothing background of her Netflix show mixing with the gentle sunlight streaming through the windows. She had nestled comfortably into her bed, her braided hair falling around her like a cozy blanket.

Just as she was sinking into another nap, she was jolted awake by a series of quiet, rhythmic knocks on her balcony door. The pattern was soft and deliberate, interrupting the peaceful cocoon she had created.