Sparks | Rafe Cameron

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Hoping off her run down baby blue bike, a storm was brewing in the outer banks. Violet carefully placed her bike against the trailer as she made her way up the steps and inside. Opening her trailer door the stench of alcohol attacked her nostrils "really.." she mumbles annoyed as she closed the door, tossing her worn down sneakers aside.

"Ayyy little sis" Barry grins, his gold tooth reflecting in the light as he leans down and takes a line of cocaine before passing a small bag to the dirty blonde beside him; Rafe Cameron.

Furrowing her eyebrows, she makes her way to stand in front of the pair "you realise there's a storm coming right? Have you even done any storm prep?" She glared at her brother

Rafe chuckles "don't be a bitch vi" he smirks, knowing violet hated that nickname from him.

"For someone who hates pogues, you're here a lot Cameron." Violet brings her attention to the Kook before her.

"Our little secret, princess" Rafe winks, taking a sip of his drink as he pockets the small bag Barry had passed him.

Slapping Rafes arm, Barry scrunches his face in disgust "don't flirt with my sister country club." He warns "off limits"

Violet scoffs "I'll go and prepare for the hurricane myself then while your asses sit here and get high" she rolled her eyes, throwing her sneakers back on as she stormed outside to try and cut some wood to board up the windows.
Rummaging around in the tool box, Violet pulls out the rusty saw as she begins to try and cut up some wood. As much as Violet adored her brother, despite his flaws, she wished that sometimes he would step up and act like the parental figure he was supposed to be.

"Need some help?" The voice of Rafe Cameron pulls Violet out of her daze.

Glancing over, Violet wasn't interested in engaging with the Cameron boy. Tossing some wood aside, the clouds started to close in, the hurricane growing closer.

Rolling his eyes, Rafe wandered over and picked up some wood, a few nails, and a hammer before getting to work. "Don't be like that little v, you know I love to hear that voice of yours."

"Knock it off Cameron." Violet doesn't even look up as she continues to cut up some wood "and I don't need your help.. I'm perfectly capable of doing this on my own."

Hammering the wood to cover up the windows of the trailer, not that it would make much difference in the shack Violet and Barry called a home, Rafe scoffs. "So you're telling me you will cut all this wood, nail it all up, prep the inside for the storm, and then get all the food in before the hurricane takes full swing?"

"I wouldn't have had to do this if you didn't come over here and get coked up with my brother." She bites back, tossing the wood down by his feet as she continued to saw "since when does the Kook king care about poor little pogues on the cut anyway, you got what you came here for, now leave."

Growing angry, Rafe put the hammer down, storming over to his dirt bike. Swinging his leg over as he turned the key in the ignition "enjoy drowning in the storm pogue." He spits as he reaves the engine, speeding off away from their trailer.

Violet stays outside as she prepares the trailer for the storm for the next hour or so. As the rain started to pour heavy, she was drenched. Finishing hammering the last nail into the trailer the winds had picked up a speed as the rain only got heavier. Carefully kicking the toolkit under the trailer she made her way back inside the trailer. Shivering and dripping with rain water, she quietly locked the trailer door, glancing over to see Barry passed out on the couch. Letting out a small sigh Violet made her way over to the couch, pulling a blanket up over her brother "goodnight b" she whispered, kissing his forehead before beginning to clean up the mess he and Rafe had left behind, soon crashing into bed completely exhausted.