Sage was shy, quiet, and loving girl. While Rafe Cameron was mean, and envious, but only to everyone else. Sage took him back to a time when he actually felt happy. She could always see the good in him, even when he did something wrong. Does love tr...
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"Someone's here for you." Jacob spoke, knocking on his little sisters bedroom door. Sage took one last look at herself in the mirror, and smiled widely.
"Don't be a nervous freak." She pep talked herself in the mirror. Sage grabbed her purse, before she pulled open her bedroom door, heading into the living room.
Sage saw Jacob and Rafe talking, and she didn't even have to hear the conversation to know that Jacob was interrogating him.
"Hey." Rafe smiled, looking over at the brunette girl. He took in her appearance, and couldn't help but stare at how beautiful she looked.
"Hi." Sage smiled, blushing under his stare. Jacob loudly coughed, ruining the mood.
Sage gave him a glare, and he took that as his que to leave. He held his hands up in defense, and left back to his room.
"You look beautiful." Rafe complimented, reaching out and pulling her in for a hug. Sage wrapped her arms around his torso, and breathed took in his scent. He smelled like vanilla mixed with the warm costal air.
"Thank you, you look great too." Sage complimented, pulling away from their hug. The two stood in a comfortable stare at one another for a few moments, before Rafe cleared his throat.
"Shall we?" He asked, pulling open the Brown households front door.
"We shall." Sage chuckled, walking through the front door, and down her porch stairs.
She had struggled walking through the soft grass in her heels, and Rafe noticed. Rafe lifted her up, bridal style, carrying her the remaining distance to the car.
Rafe pulled open the passenger door, and held it open for her, and she couldn't help but giggle at the fact that he carried her to the car.
"Thank you." Sage smiled, sitting down on his leather seats. His car still smelled brand new, Sage thought. Rafe hopped in the drivers seat, and put the car in drive, heading down the dirt path.
"So do I get to know where we are going, or is it a surprise?" Sage asked, breaking the silence.
"I am truly shocked that you think I would just tell you where we're going." Rafe scoffed sarcastically, and Sage laughed with a shake of her head.
"Well duh, it wouldn't be a stereotypical date if I didn't get surprised." Sage said, and Rafe smiled. He loved that they had the same sense of humor.
Rafe pulled into a parking lot, after a significant drive from The Cut, back to Figure Eight. The pair got out of the car, and made their way inside.
Once Rafe had pushed open the doors, Sage's mouth almost dropped to the floor. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and in front of all the tables sat a large grand piano, played by a talented pianist.
