𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒, 𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣.

𝟎𝟎𝟑, 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑

WILD WAVES
003 | do you remember

WAVES CRUSHED AGAINST THE SAND, the sky a deep navy blue as silence filled the beach. Rafe stood anxiously in their spot, the palm tree leaves grown out plenty more compared to their many other times meeting there.

He knew his fears were for nothing, not like she could really ever scare him. "Where are you?" he huffed to himself, quietly. Rafe hated waiting, he would never wait around for anyone as long as he had for Lou— but he was so intrigued by what she had to say.

She was just around the corner, peeking her head through trying to see if Rafe was there. And he was, standing tall as ever in the slutty polo shirts he loved to wear. "Rafe?" she called, walking closer.

He turned around, his guard up as if he was waiting for John b, jj and pope to jump him. Not like it would end well for them. "What took you so long, huh?" he questioned, trying to intimidate his ex-fling. "I had to walk." Louelle scowled, Rafe knew she couldn't drive from how often he had to escort her around as she played passenger princess.

"None of your— uh, little Pogue boyfriends drive you around?" he smirked, his eyebrows raised. "They're just my friends," Louelle said back bluntly, walking even closer to Rafe and inhaling his strong cologne.

"Okay, Lou be serious. Why am I here?" Rafe said, slapping his hands down by his side. Louelle opened her mouth, wanting to tell him she was pregnant. But she just couldn't say it, in some messed up way she wanted it to be special. Knowing deep down it would be anything but that.

"Talk then." Rafe said sternly, his expression was clearly angry but he still had that flirtatious hint. It was one she'd seen many times before. It reminded Lou of that outdoor movie night, they were both so young, and everything was so much easier then.

She was wearing a tiny white boob tube and a pair of daisy dukes rolled down so her whale tail was on show. Louelle paraded around the field with absolutely, no fucks given, biting her lip as rafe Cameron blew her a kiss from toppers car.

She was with her friends that day, her only real friends— minus John B, who was doing god knows what. She spent the beginning of the day in bed recovering from her hangover, she didn't know anything that JJ and Pope had done that day.

But Lou knew her brother and best friend well enough to know something was up.

The blonde stood in line letting out a sigh as a kook pushed in front of her, all she needed was a drink since dry mouth had hit her hard, she closed her eyes regretting smoking that joint with Kiara. Then she heard his voice.

"Hey, what's up?" Rafe said casually, his hat backwards. He was dressed like a frat boy and his voice was so nonchalant that Lou couldn't help but start to blush. Trying to shrug it off and act cool in front of the kook king.

"Hey!" She spoke, her bubbly personality started to peak through the act she was trying to portray. Her blonde head tilted to the side as she took in all of him, even the bulge so prominent in the striped shorts he wore, oh she needed that. Again.

"How are you?" the tall man asked, his head lulling down to get a closer look at that perfect face. "I'm good." she smiled, flashing him her teeth that she liked to keep hidden.

"Good, good. Um— tell your boy. That we know what he did." Rafe mumbled, he had that expression. The angry face but fuck me eyes one. "No you don't." she answered, batting her eyelashes at him. "Yeah, we do, baby." Rafe muttered closer to her ear, his breath hot on her neck making her tan cheeks turn a deeper shade of red. Before he finally walked back to his prossy.

That was the first time she saw that face of his and here he was again. Making her feel the same way she did three years ago. "Well? Are you going to say something?" Rafe said, snapping her out of the memory. "Yeah, I just... are you with Sofia?" Lou asked quietly, her big blue eyes staring into his soul with the innocence even he couldn't take.

"No— yeah. Fuck, I don't know. But I like her, a lot." Rafe stutters, he couldn't make his mind up. But then he realised, he really did like her. Maybe he should be with her, officially. Lou nods her head, letting out a soft sigh. "Is there ever going to be a chance for... this?" The Maybank girl asked calmly, pointing at her and Rafe.

That was when the silence on the beach increased, the sound of the leaves blowing in the soft wind being the only noise filling her ears. She wanted to hear him say yes, to want her, to be with her and the baby.

"You know the answer, Lou."

There it was, straight out of his mouth. Even though she did know the answer, she had the whole time. She just didn't want to think that, she liked to think when she told him about the baby he would come running back. But now she knows for sure, that won't ever happen.

Tears welled in her eyes, trying her hardest to  keep them in. Louelle just nodded before croaking out an "I know."

"Is that it?" Rafe murmured, feeling awkward as he stayed close to her, sensing the vulnerability in her voice. "Yeah." Lou lied, telling rafe about the baby now couldn't be a good idea. She wouldn't be able to with out tears streaming down her face.

Rafe just stared at her, taking in all her features. Thinking back to when it was the same eyes that now were filled to the brim with tears because of him used to beam up at his tall frame as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "Miss Maybank, the VIP section."

"Oh yeah? I'm VIP now?" Lou teased, placing her manicured hand on his broad chest. "Yeah, yeah. Only very very special people are allowed up here, baby." Rafe nodded, a large smirk on his face as his icy blues stayed hidden underneath his raybands.

"So, you giving me the kook treatment now?" the blonde said playfully, sipping out her red solo cup— not even making a face at the strong liquor taste. "Mhm, you wanna see some more?" Rafe said with that cheeky smile on his face. "Again? For what... the third time today?" Louelle said, raising her eyebrows, still letting him drag her back towards his bedroom. "Great news, that is great news." Rafe hummed, noticeably hard in his shorts.

There were so many memories that had started and ended like that for them, the sexual tension between them was high always. Even now, Rafe pushed gently passed Louelle. Her breath hitching in her throat as she felt his body on hers, though it was only for a second she was so touch-deprived that it still made her involuntarily bite down on her pouty bottom lip.

"You're pathetic, baby." Rafe scoffed, noticing her reaction since he could read the pogue like a book. Accidentally letting the nickname slip, he'd always called her it and as he walked across the dark sand alone he couldn't help but like the way it rolled off his tongue.

AUTHORS NOTE.

Hey guys, hope you all enjoyed this! Please give me your feedback if you liked the flashback scenes since I'm planning on including more to reveal more about Lou and Rafe's past.

Byee x