．．． 𖦹 𝑩𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨 Genrette, all her life Tabitha has been subjected to pity, and sadness. Everyone immediately feeling bad for her, although they never knew her.
After believing her little brother died with her mother, she finally found out that...
rafe stood in front of the floor length mirror in the corner of his bedroom. buttoning up his shirt as he got ready to go out.
whether he'd end up at midsummers or the boneyard, he really didn't know, all he knew was that he wanted to get drunk.
the past few months had been crazy for him, getting a business deal, then it falling through... finding The Blue Crown, then it getting taken...
it wasn't your average summer to say the least.
he straightened out his shirt and slipped his phone and wallet in his back pocket, before he heard the front door open with a click of the lock and then slam shut again.
the occasional creak came from the staircase as he walked down and into the kitchen, seeing his best friend, topper, searching through the fridge, probably looking for a beer.
"sure, just barge right into my house and raid my fridge!" rafe spoke sarcastically as he let out a chuckle, leaning against the countertop.
"did you hear about the genrette chick?" topper asked as he turned around to face rage, completely disregarding the previous sarcastic comment.
"no, what about her?" "she got forced off goat island, she's housing with the pogues." topper explained, leaning over the countertop with a can of beer in his hand.
"what's her name?" rafe questioned as he shut the big doors that lead out to the garden.
"tabitha, i think." topper shrugged as he picked up rafes keys from the table in the hallway, making his way towards the door, rafe following closely behind.
"is she cute?" he asked, grabbing the keys off topper.
"don't know. i haven't seen her around." topper mumbled as he followed rafe out of the house.
rafe clicked the button on the keys, opening the car, which was an expensive one at that.
he'd bought it for himself after his dad died, for the final time.
they both got in the car and rafe started up the engine, topper making a joke about something causing the two of them to laugh.
they blasted music as they drove down towards the boneyard, out of the housing estates on figure 8 and onto the main town.
tourist season had been over for a few weeks now, so luckily there wouldn't be many clueless vacationers there, just the locals.
the smell of salt water and alcohol filled the air as they pulled into the car park just beside the beach, jumping out of the car and making their way down the path towards the boneyard.
it was loud, very loud, half of the people there already drunk. the music was blasting, you could feel it in your stomach as you walked.
everyone was talking, dancing, drinking. just generally having a good time. that's the way it was in the obx. you either go out to have fun, or you don't go out at all.
everyone knew that.
rafes eyes searched the beach, looking around for one girl in particular as topper grabbed them each a beer.
he had never seen her before, so he had no idea what she looked like. the only thing he knew to be looking out for was a girl he didn't recognise, which should be easy, considering everyone there were locals. who he was bound to have seen at some point throughout his life.
after looking around for another minute or so, his eyes locked on the girl who stood with the pogues, in between pope and kiara. a big smile on her face.
and he was sure that she was quite possibly the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.
in the most platonic way possible.
or atleast that's what he told himself.
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BETH'S TALKING
i fear this is all waffle. but i just wanted to get this chapter out of the way. so.
