𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 | 𝙣𝙤, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨
pairing: bsf!rafe cameron x bear!reader
summary: with finals week finally over, you’re ready to enjoy summer, with rafe there to keep you company. as the day goes on, though, the feeling that's been looming starts to make its way to the surface.
warnings: swearing and suggestive content.
song: swim good - frank ocean
chapter one → socials chapter one
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you felt the stress that had been looming over you for the past few weeks finally leave your body. it was finals week for college students, you included. this was your last final and your grade rode on this test.
you had been stressing about it all week, buried in your notes. you had gotten an A in every other class while this one was sitting at a B+. you vowed to make this final your bitch, you had to.
you woke up a few hours earlier to get in some extra hours of studying. you made sure to have a decent enough breakfast and some of an energy drink to really wake you up. one last test and then summer was all yours.
rafe drove you onto the mainland to take your test, your personal chauffeur. the whole drive there he reassured you that you were stressing way too much about this test, you had it in the bag. school was never really rafe's thing, he barely skimmed through college. but he knew how much it meant to you, sometimes he worried it meant too much.
it meant so much that he hadn't even seen you this past week because you were studying so much. he only saw you briefly when he brought you over food in an attempt to see you. that lasted all of twenty minutes before you kicked him out to get back to your studying.
this was part of the reason why he offered to drive you to and from your test, though he would've done it regardless.
you and rafe were close, super close. he was your best friend. back in middle school you and sarah had became friends, good friends. that somehow bled into rafe's life. the more you came around, the more time you spent with rafe. sarah started to do her own thing and where she started to fall short, rafe excelled. your relationship with him quickly became stronger than yours with sarah.
you became his favorite person and he became yours.
you pushed past the doors of the building, turning your phone back on and watching the previously silenced notifications load.
you looked up to see rafe leaning against his truck. you hadn't really paid much attention to him before your final, studying even on the way there. rafe kept telling you that you were gonna burn yourself out. you told him to shut up so you could focus. he shut up after that.
rafe cameron. he leaned back against his truck, arms crossed over his chest. he had on a white tee, black cargo pants, and black and white high top converse. that outfit was basically his uniform at this point. graphic or plain tee, cargos, and converse or sambas. oh, and a backwards hat, occasionally. he had one on today. you loved when he wore it backwards, having soft spot for when he did.
he stretched his arms, his shirt lifting up and letting you get a peek at his abs. it didn't help that his biceps looked like they were ready to bust out of the seams of his shirt any minute now. sometimes you thought he did this type of shit on purpose, he had to.
"you're not slick, you know" you said, rolling your eyes as you approached him.
"hello to you too, baby" he smirked, pushing off the truck and closing the distance between you two.
you don't remember when exactly that started but you know it was over the past year. you also remember your stomach doing a flip when it did. you didn't protest, so it just continued.
"i got a 96" you confessed, a smile forming on your face.
"atta baby, i knew you had it in you" he smiled down at you.
"something like that" you mumbled, moving past him.
he chuckled but opened the passenger side door for you.
"what was that?" he smirked, watching you climb into the truck and toss your bag into the backseat.
"you heard me" you answered, he leaned against the door.
"mmm something like that" he teased.
"touché" you said, sucking your teeth.
he laughed, closing the door and walking around the drivers side.
you liked to joke around and call rafe your personal chauffeur because he basically was. did you have your license? yes. did he still drive you everywhere? also yes.
rafe liked to joke around and say it was because he didn't trust you on the road. you couldn't necessarily deny that claim, it was a valid reason. you cared more about blasting music and living your music video fantasy than paying attention to the road. that or you were a complete bundle of anxiety behind the wheel. there was no in between.
he let you drive his truck one time. you barely made it out of the cameron's driveway before he called it quits.
he's always driven ever since.
you guys had quite the drive back to the outer banks. in celebration of your accomplishment rafe let you blast whatever girl music you wanted to.
a frown formed on your face when the music paused and you saw topper's name pop up on the screen.
"give me a second" rafe said, pressing the "accept" button on his steering wheel.
"rafe cameron" topper dragged out.
"what's up, top?" rafe answered.
"where you at, you home?"
he was fishing for something.
"nah, i'm driving back to obx right now"
"so you're gonna be back in time for the party tonight?"
there it was. you looked over at rafe in confusion.
"yeah man, i gotchu" rafe confirmed.
"you bringing y/n with you?"
the hell you were. your eyes bulged out at rafe.
"no i'm not" you interrupted.
"hi topper" you focused your attention back at rafe, "you never said anything about a party, rafe"
"i tried to but you were busy studying. we're going, it's basically the summer kick off" he said, glancing over at you briefly before his eyes returned back to the road.
"you're 22, aren't you a little too old for summer kick offs???" you commented.
"okay, first of all, watch your mouth" he scoffed.
"don't tell me what to do" you scoffed right back, "i'm not going to a summer kick off. my summer doesn't start until the girls get here and that's tomorrow"
"okay, well my summer starts today and i want you there with me"
"your summer is all the time, you already graduated" you reminded.
"alright, yep. topper, we'll be there later" he said before reaching over and hanging up.
you honestly forgot topper was even on the phone, hearing all your bickering. your music resumed, not that you cared.
"rafe, i'm serious. i wanted to wait until they got here" you said, your tone approaching one that could be categorized as whiny.
"baby, i know you are but we'll only be there for a little while. plus, once your friends get here i'm gonna have to share you with them" he grimaced at the last part.
you debated it in your head.
your best friends we're finally coming back from college. anora, lina, parker and you together again. it was one of the parts of summer you were most excited for.
your group was literally inseparable in highschool. well, until you guys separated. lina went off to start her modeling career in new york, parker went to a fashion school in chicago, and nora was still close by but a decent drive. you actually both went to the same college but she stayed on campus while you didn't. with her spending the majority of her time on the mainland, you only saw her once a week if you were lucky.
you were dying to have them all at arms length again.
nora was packing up her stuff today and would be back tonight. fortunately parker and lina both flew in tomorrow. rafe knew this by heart because when he did actually hear from you this week, it was all you would talk about.
he was happy you were happy. it was bittersweet for him though because other than the weekly outing when he brought you to see nora, he had you all to himself for the last few months. and everyone knew rafe was not one for sharing.
rafe quickly realized how attached he had gotten, a long time ago. he spent more time with you than he did with anyone else. sometimes he even thought he spent more time with you than he did himself.
you wanted to go shopping? rafe let you drag him along. you wanted something sweet at 1 in the morning? rafe would take you in a heart beat (and pay). you were sat at your desk doing your assignments? rafe would lay in your bed and scroll on his phone until you were done. rafe was going golfing with the guys? he would drag you along to sit in the golf cart. rafe had some business deal where he needed to go somewhere further out? you were in the passenger seat of his range rover.
you two were inseparable.
he would never admit it to you but he was having a hard time processing the fact that that was going to change. he knew he shouldn't have been upset. these were your best friends and he did get along with them, despite the banter. but god did he like having you to himself.
"text nora, see if she's gonna be back in time and we can pick her up on the way there" he said, it was an olive branch to get you to agree.
he looked over at you to solidify his suggestion.
"topper's been asking about her anyway" he mumbled.
nora had a... thing with topper, if you could say that. he took her out on a few dates and decided she was the love of his life. she thought it was sweet, a little much but sweet. plus he had money and bought her things whenever she had the time to respond. not that she needed it, nora was an independent woman who had her shit together. but it was nice that he did anyways.
rafe was just glad topper had finally stopped bitching and moaning about his sister.
"okay, fine" you mumbled, opening up your messages with nora.
"that's my girl" rafe cooed, one of his hands going to your thigh. his thumb rubbed small, approving circles on it.
another thing that you can't remember origin of but you knew you liked it. loved it, even.
you pretty much spent the rest of your car ride texting nora. it took the smallest bit of convincing but she was quick to agree. while you were occupied with that rafe took the opportunity to play his own music, rap seeping through the speakers.
when you finally looked back up from your phone you guys were already heading back into the outer banks, passing the 'welcome' sign.
"are we going to mine or yours?" you asked, looking over at him.
it was part of your routine. you always ended up at one of your houses. it was just a matter of who's.
you saw his jaw clench slightly, it was so faint that no one else would be able to tell. but you did.
"yours" he answered, "my dad's home today and i don't really feel like dealing with his shit right now"
his hand squeezed your thigh slightly before his thumb rubbed over the spot in a soothing manner.
"i need to get gas" he mumbled, turning into one of the town's gas stations.
his hand withdrew from your thigh as he turned the car off. he looked over at you for a moment. his blue eyes ran over your face, your eyes glued back to your phone as you typed away. your group chat with the girls was blowing up with speculation and a side of interrogation after the recent instagram posts. his hand reached over and gently grabbed ahold of your face to get you to look over at him.
"you want somethin'?" his thumb gently brushed against your cheek.
your stomach did another little flip.
"i'm thirsty" you nodded.
"yeah, from all that fighting me you did" he smirked, making you roll your eyes.
he got out of the truck, going to close the door behind him.
"i didn't even tell you what i wanted" you called after him.
"you don't need to, i already know" he answered as he walked into the gas station, waving you off.
he was right, he did know what you wanted. he handed you the bottle before he went to pump the gas. even if he hadn't handed you the right one, he bought a bag full of others for you later. he knew you like the back of his hand.
"what time is the party?" you asked when he got back in, driving to your place.
"kelce said it starts at nine, figured we'd get there around like ten?"
you nodded, mentally calculating when you would have to start getting ready.
as if he could read your mind, "start getting ready around eight, baby"
a smile crept onto your face as you looked over at him.
"i know you" he reassured, glancing over at you.
the rest of the ride to your house was filled with you singing along to whatever song rafe let you blast which just so opened to be a frank ocean song. windows down, wind in your hair, and the biggest smile on your face. rafe watched you, something he could quite pin stirred inside him.
you and rafe spent the rest of the afternoon in your bed, watching whatever show you had convinced him to watch. he wasn't really one for watching tv, he'd rather play video games or quite literally anything else. you were the opposite though, you loved a good show. and rafe would do anything to make you happy.
after ordering a pizza for you two to eat, he went home around seven to change.
the minute he left you felt... hollow almost. cold, even. it was a strange feeling you tried your best to ignore.
you filled the next hour with an everything shower and every pop princess you could think of. somewhere in the midst of your break between showering and actually getting ready you had switch over to your chill playlist. you switched over to your crash out playlist again as you started to get ready.
halfway through the process, in the midst of picking out your outfit and starting on your hair, nora texted you. you paused everything you were doing and sunk to the bathroom floor to respond.
your heart dropped when you read the message of her cancelling. she still hadn't finished packing and was gonna get in later than she expected. you understood, plus she was gonna drive you guys to get parker and lina tomorrow so she was gonna need her sleep.
but it changed the plan you fought to agree to earlier and you were too deep into it to cancel now.
you spent so long sitting there trying to mentally recover from the change of plans that you hadn't realized how late it had gotten until rafe texted you to let you know he was on his way.
that woke you right up and you began flying around your room to get ready. you rushed in so many things at once that you were practically on autopilot. you were snapped out of your trance once the doorbell rang.
you bare feet padded down the stairs of your house, rushing to open the door for him.
"hi, sorry. i'm almost ready. i just need to finish my hair and then we can go, i swear" you rambled, stepping to the side to allow him the space he needed to come inside.
it took rafe a second to catch up to what you were saying, his eyes too focused on what he was seeing to properly hear. the little black skirt you had on showed perfect off the thighs he had been struggling to keep his hands off of lately. then your top.
it was one of those tops that looked like two pieces of fabric that tied in the front. you had been talking about them for the past few weeks, he remembered. calling them a "summer staple".
a flyaway top. yeah, that was it.
it showed off your cleavage perfectly. rafe had seen you in a bikini plenty of times, sure. a sports bra, a crop top, whatever. but this was different. he silently thanked god that you bought so many for the summer.
you were so frantic you didn't realized his gawking before turning and going back up towards your room. his pants felt slightly tighter than they were a minute ago. he swallowed and closed the door behind him before following you up.
you're still rambling when he follows you into your bedroom, leaning against the doorway of your bathroom. he watched as you stood at the sink counter, doing your hair. you hadn't given him enough time earlier to consider the jewelry you were wearing. you just got better and better.
"wait what?" he asked, his ears catching up to his brain.
"nora's not coming. she texted me saying that she was gonna get in late tonight and she wasn't up for it. i mean i get it, we have that drive tomorrow to get parker and lina but you know i hate when people cancel plans last minute" you explained, frowning.
rafe saw the anxiety set in quickly. he forced his eyes to tear away from your exposed skin. especially the tiny, cursive tattoo that was engraved on your side, making a slight appearance . god, wished it spelled out his name instead of what it really said.
"you look pretty" he said, you paused.
"i mean it, you're killing me" he said, eyes catching yours through the reflection of the mirror.
"i'm serious" he said, moving to stand behind you. his hands found their way to your hips. "if i was an insecure asshole, i'd tell you to go change"
your eyes stayed locked on his, finding it impossible to look away. not that you wanted to.
"but i'm not" he finished.
you were saved by the bell when his phone started to ring. he stepped back, taking the device out of his pocket and answering kelce's call. he still was close behind you as you finished up the last few touches.
he didn't do much to conceal his conversation which made it easy for you to make out most, if not all, of kelce's comments. one in particular you wanted to hang up and frame on the walls of your brain.
"you bringing your girl?"
"yeah, why wouldn't i be?"
the lines between your friendship and something more had been getting blurred for a while now, you both knew it, you both felt it. neither of you would come out and say anything about it though.
he finishes up his call with kelce as you finish getting ready.
you look pretty as ever. he almost regrets even inviting you, knowing guys would be eye fucking you the whole night. the good thing about being in the obx was that that's was all they would do, look. they knew better and if they didn't, they would sure learn better.
a/n: the first chapter ahhhh. what did you guys think??? i was fighting demons honestly not to make something happen right then and there. the parasite in me really, really wanted to but the writer in me said to make you guys wait a while longer. go read the social media chapter that ties into this because i think it's the funniest thing i've written!
chapter one → socials chapter one
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