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inkandpen22 · 3 years

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California Dreamin’ (2/?)

Pairing: Topper x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: underage drinking, mild violence, drug use

Part Summary: Y/N and Topper have lunch together and later attend the Cameron’s party.

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Y/N

After surfing for most of the morning, I've grown tired. The waves here are so different than in Malibu. I run out of the water onto the sand, tossing my hair to the side. I hadn't noticed Topper on the beach in the middle of a morning run until I return to my belongings. He slows to a stop once he reaches my stuff.

"Morning," I greet with a warm smile.

"I could see you down the beach. You're really good!"

"Thanks! Years of practice." I giggle.

He raises a brow. "What are you up to later?"

"Well, there's the party at the Camerons since Ward and Rose are gone for the weekend. You're going right?" I ask.

"I was thinking of making an appearance." He remarks wittily. "You free until then?"

I shrug. "As a bird."

"Would you want to get some coffee or something?"

A faint blush forms on my cheeks. "Sounds good."

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Topper

Sitting at the small table outside of the cafe, I can't help but admire her as she talks about California. All changed out her bathing suit and into a cropped Boston band T-shirt and ripped up Daisy Dukes. Half of her hair is tossed up into a bun, the rest hanging loose in waves over her shoulders. She doesn't notice my absentmindedly listening as I analyze every inch of her, even her white Converse high tops, the laces so stretched that she can tie them around her ankles multiple times.

The waitress interrupts my daze and takes our orders.

"Regular black coffee and farmer's breakfast please," I request.

"Lavender tea and granola acai bowl, please. Thank you so much." Y/N smiles, handing her menu to the girl.

What the hell is acai anyway? Does anyone know? Because I don't.

When her eyes meet mine, she giggles. "What? Are you gonna start calling me Granola Girl?"

"I didn't even know how to pronounce acai until you said it," I admit.

"You should try it! It's very good for you!" She encourages.

I make a 'yuck' sound and cower. "Isn't it purple?"

"Maybe... Don't let that scare you!" She giggles. "Branch out, Thorton."

"Okay, I'll try it, but only because you're peer-pressuring me!" I laugh.

After a few minutes, my coffee and her tea arrive. Almost immediately, she reaches for the bottle of honey on the table and squeezes some in.

"Did you know it takes bees almost a month to produce honey?" She asks. "A little fun fact."

I glance up from stirring my coffee right as she brings her honey-coated finger to her mouth and begins to suck on it. Her eyes meet mine innocently, not suspecting of my thoughts. Fuck me.

I swallow hard and quickly return my focus to picking up my coffee.

"Sarah mentioned a party happening at The Boneyard tomorrow. What's that?" She asks with furrowed brows.

"It's uh... it's place on The Cut," I stammer, still caught off guard by the honey incident.

She frowns as takes a sip from her tea. "Why is it called 'The Cut'?"

"It's where Pogues live. It's just the less valuable part of the island," I do my best to describe.

"Pogues?"

"The people from The Cut."

"Do you all from your neighborhood have a name?"

"They call us Kooks." I shrug.

"At least it's fair. Sounds rather West Side Story," she teases with a giggle.

The waitress appears with our food. My plate is rather basic, All-American breakfast. Y/N's is a symbol of the trendy West Coast. In summary, we fit our stereotypes.

I'm hesitant to say what I'm thinking, but Y/N doesn't know the island as I do. She hasn't met any Pogues and should be careful. "You should stay away from Pogues. They have a tendency to steal and lie." I advise.

Her face falters, apparently, they don't have stuff like where she's from. "Oh... wow... noted."

"Yeah, I would stay close to Rafe or me tomorrow night," I suggest, genuinely concerned for her and partially for my own benefit.

She smiles, taking a bite of her smoothie bowl. "Will do."

"Our friends will be there so you should be okay, but Pogues will be too. Tourons too."

She laughs. "Is that what you call tourists?"

I suppress a grin and drag my tongue across my lower lip.

"So I'm a touron?" She questions with amusement.

My eyes grow wide and impulsively, my hand travels across the table to land on hers. "No, no! Not you!" I then notice my hand resting on hers. Oh geez, I'm messing this up! "Oh.. uh.. sor-"

Calmly, she glides her hand over, allowing our fingers to interlock. She brings them down to rest on her lap under the table. "You're fine, Topper!" She giggles. "You apologize too much. Relax. It's just me."

A smile forms on my lips and I nod. She's right, it's her, she's not scary. She's kind and understanding, more relaxed than anyone I've ever met.

"Here, try this." She scoops up some of her smoothie bowl, picking up some granola and fruit on top. She guides the spoon into my mouth and I try it.

I nod, processing the experience. "Okay, I'm a fan."

"I knew you would be," she grins, giving my hand a faint squeeze.

The remainder of the meal, on the walk to the car, throughout the drive, and until I dropped her off, we hold hands. It felt so natural and right, as though our hands were made for each other. It was difficult to let go, to say the least.

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Well into the party at the Cameron's, Rafe challenges me to jump off the roof into their pool three stories below. Kelce gets him fired up, encouraging the challenge. Y/N and Sarah innocently stand nearby on the balcony, smoking a joint together. I would be lying if I said I haven't been watching Y/N all night. That yellow bikini should be illegal.

"I'll do it if Y/N does!" I compromise.

Rafe grins wickedly and I instantly regret what I said. He gets up from his spot on the couch and jogs over to the girls. He rests his hand on Y/N's lower back, dangerously close to her ass. I swallow hard, doing my best not to make a scene. As they talk and laugh, he glides his arm around her. The way she looks at him so intently, makes me wonder if it's solely friendly. Then again, Y/N has the ability to make everyone feel like they're the most important person in the world.

"Oh, you're on!" I hear her tell him.

Rafe takes her hand and brings her over. "She's down!"

The next thing I know, Y/N and I are standing on the roof of the Cameron's house.

"Scared?" I ask her as I peer down at the pool below. People stand with their heads tilted back, cheering for us to jump.

She shrugs. "It's just like cliff jumping. I do it all the time back home." She slips her hand into mine.

My eyes flicker down to our interlocked hands and an idea pops into my head. I tuck my arm behind her legs and scoop her up.

She instantly flings her arms around my neck and squeals. "Topper!"

"Ready?" I chuckle.

"On three!" She giggles nervously.

I nod and begin to count. "Okay! One! Two!" I jump and cheers ensue louder.

Y/N screams and clings to me. Her face is hidden within the curve of my neck. Within seconds, the cool pool water consumes us. We break apart and I kick to the surface. When I pop out of the water and wipe my eyes, I find Y/N close by. She swims over to me, smiling brightly. I snake my arm around her and guide her legs around my waist.

I point to her and announce to the cheering crowd. "This is the coolest girl in the OBX!"

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Rafe

The party has died down, the sun threatening to rise in two to three hours. Topper and Kelce finish a game of pong outside and Sarah crashed a while ago. I watch dazed as Y/N takes another hit from the joint and hands it to me. She sits back onto the couch and leans into my side, resting her head on my shoulder as I take another hit. Once there's nothing left but ash, I set it down on the ashtray on the side table. I rest my now free hand on Y/N's knee as she rests against me.

"So soft..." I mumble, rubbing my thumb over her skin.

Y/N rises off my shoulder, resting her chin against it. I turn my head, meeting her red and dilated eyes. She smiles softly at me.

I lift my other hand to caress her cheek. "So beautiful..."

She stares into my eyes and I'm left wondering what's going on inside her head. My eyes flicker down to her lips and I want to kiss her. Following my instincts, I lean in.

Shaking her head, she presses a hand to my chest and moves away. "Rafe, don't."

I persist, scooting closer to her. "Why not? It's not like you're still with Nate," I chuckle.

"We're friends..." She reminds me.

I press against her shoulder to urge her down onto the couch. "We could be more." I lean in to kiss her again.

Within seconds, Y/N's palm flies across my cheek with a smack. "Jesus Rafe! I said no!"

I hiss, my hand covering up my cheek.

Y/N takes the opportunity to slip out from under me. She storms off toward the staircase. I slam my fist against the back of the couch. Damn, that slap fucking hurt. She really knows how to hit! Suddenly, Topper and Kelce appear from outside, laughing and talking about the party. I pull out my vile of coke from my pocket, ready to release the pain in my face.

"Where did Y/N go?" Topper chuckles as they plop down on the couch with me.

"I don't know, bed? Who gives a fuck," I grumble, pouring myself a new line on the table.

“What’s with the attitude?” Kelce questions.

“Nothing, man. Just don’t care about her.” I hide behind a disdained expression.

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