rafe cameron · euphoria · kooks · cocaine addict · borderline personality disorder · violent · reckless · toxic masculinity · obsessive love · preppy aesthetic
The sun hung heavy in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything, the kind of light that made the world look soft, like an old postcard from the ‘90s. Heat rolled off the sand in slow waves, wrapping around you as you lay stretched out on your towel, your skin warm and slick with coconut sunscreen. A cherry lollipop rested between your lips, sticky and sweet, staining your tongue red. It tasted like something artificial, like late-night gas stations and stolen sips of Diet Cherry Coke. Out past the break, your Pogue friends moved through the water, cutting through the surf with the kind of ease that only came from growing up by the ocean. The salt stuck to their skin, their hair a mess of sun-bleached strands, dripping as they laughed between sets. You watched them through oversized…