omg omg hi lovie!! I really loved your fic about secret bf rafe! I was wondering if you have a continuing part? If not Im literally on my hands and knees BEGGING for one!
oh my goodness this is so so so sweet!! you are SOOO nice thank you so much. i loved that lil fic so much :') i imagine they have lots of other encounters before that and also where they're almost caught.. & i think it's super goofy after everyone finds out. in my head one of the boys (i feel like jayj but maybe pope) also have a lil crush on her so it might be fun writing some stuff with rafe getting jealous/the boys getting jealous... what do you think!!!!!
yes of course of course of course. please let me know what else you'd like to see... for now i present how i imagine they met :) eee!
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The first time Rafe sees you, he's guiding Wheezie through the aisles of the library children's section.
"You know, Leah's mom lets her read Twilight. She said it's so good, she was up all night reading it."
"Yeah, well, Leah's mom also drinks too much wine at the club and probably forgot what that garbage is about. Find something here." Rafe glances through the books on the shelf, settling on a bright pink cover. "How's this? Strawberry Shortcake and the Sleepover?"
Wheezie makes a face at him.
"That's for, like, five year olds."
"Look, the pages are scented," he replies, ignoring her and flicking through the sheets to inhale the smell. He holds it over Wheezie's head, trying to entice her into picking it so they can get the hell out of here.
"No, Rafe, that's for little kids!"
"You're a little kid, incase you forgot."
"I'm not five anymore. I need to read what the big kids read. I bet they have Twilight here-"
"No way, Wheeze-" He's interrupted by the girl stocking the books on the shelves down the aisle.
"Excuse me?" you ask. It's quiet, like you don't want to impose.
At first, he's a little annoyed. You are imposing, because you're speaking over him trying to make sure Wheezie's childhood isn't getting destroyed by whatever the hell could be in those vampire books. But then he turns to answer you, and his snarky response dies in his throat.
Rafe’s seen you before. He’s seen you on the beach and at the bonfire, nose in a book, sipping on a drink and keeping one eye on those dirty Pogues you call your friends. He’s never taken the time to notice you, though, not in passing.
Rafe thinks he would remember if he’d noticed you then. You stand before him, a book in your hand, pretty eyes shining and a gentle smile gracing your face. You look nervous, like you don’t want to bother them. He thinks it’s sweet.
Wheezie looks up at him, mouth a little open, not replying. She pushes an elbow into the side of his leg.
“Are you gonna say anything?” He shoots a glare down at her.
“Yes?” he asks, and you approach them slowly. You’re wearing a lanyard around your neck, dangling over your short white dress and sweater, with a card hanging off the end that can only mean you work here.
“I just overheard and I was going to recommend some books for your age group, if you’d like?” you ask, looking down at Wheezie. Then you look up, glancing at him for approval.
“That would be great,” he replies, a little too quickly. You smile widely at Wheezie, guiding her to where you were organizing chapter books.
About fifteen minutes later, Wheezie’s checking out at the counter with two Amelia Bedelia novels and another book about some girls who bake cupcakes. She’s using her very own library card, so Rafe stands back at the shelves, watching you sort the rest of the books on your cart while he leans against the frame.
“So, how long have you worked here, kid?”
“Really?” you ask, glancing up from the Junie B. Jones book you were about to organize. “Are you really gonna try a pick-up line on me?”
“What’s so wrong with that?”
“I know who you are, Rafe. Are you really gonna hit on a dirty Pogue?” He blinks in surprise for a second. Maybe he underestimated you.
“So your little friends talk about me, huh? What exactly are they saying?”
“Contrary to what you might believe, Rafe, we don’t just sit around all day talking about you Kooks.” You turn to shelve the book, hiding a smile as you do.
“Yeah, sure. Well you seem to know a lot about children’s books, that’s why I’m asking. I’m gonna be around here a lot.” You turn to stare at him for a second. “For Wheeze. She loves to read.”
“Yeah, sure.”
He notices Wheezie’s figure walking back towards him, three books tucked under her arm.
“Well, thanks for getting her away from that Twilight crap. Same time, next week?”
“Yeah, it’s a date,” you say, picking up another book. You only realize what you said a few seconds too late. “Wait, not-”
“Yeah, kid.” Rafe smiles at you, and you find it hard to look away. “It’s a date. See you then.”
He walks away with his sister, leaving you to wonder what you just got yourself into.
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