#rafe x bsf!reader

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we should go there (part one)

rafe cameron x childhood!bestfriend!reader

part two

"Will you just shut up and listen to me for one damn second?"

"You're not my boyfriend so stop doing that Rafe!"

"They've always been attached at the hip like that since we were little kids."

"Is she at all aware that country club looks at her like she hung the fuckin' moon?"

If you asked anyone on the island, or in kildare county at all, who Rafe Cameron's best friend was they wouldn't say Topper, or Kelce, or even Barry. They'd say her. It's been like that since the two of them were six years old.

She wasn't from the OBX originally, no, her parents moved down there the summer before she started kindergarten. Her dad was a developer alike Ward, and he dragged her family down there to have that rich beach life. And it was her mom who had insisted on going to a church picnic in the first few weeks after they moved. She met Sarah first on the church's playground, the four-year-old chatting happily along with her newfound friend. Who all but squealed when she realized you were the same age of her brother.

"My big brother is six too!" Sarah exclaimed hastily dragging you to where Rafe was playing with a four-year-old Topper right in front of Ward and their mother Celeste, who was holding and cooing at a two-year-old Wheezie.

At first Rafe pretended to want nothing to do with you, girls had cooties after all, but shortly after your and mom and dad came running after you. Your mom exclaiming how you couldn't just run off like that, and your dad apologizing to Ward for you doing so. When the two men realized they had much more in common after that. And from then on out your families practically conjoined into one.

Weekend barbecues, fourth of july parties at one another's houses, boating together on the coast, joined family vacations, and even doing Christmas dinner together.

Rafe continued to act like he didn't like you for the rest of the summer but when the two of you had a kindergarten open house at the end of July, he was actually very pleased to see you would be in his class. Did he tell you that? No, but he did say it in the privacy of his mom's car on the way home from the school when it was just the two of them. Then it just about seemed everywhere Rafe was you were, and everywhere you were he'd be there too.

When his mom died you went over with your mom to drop off food for the grieving family. The two of you didn't say much that day in his bedroom, you just sat there with him while he played on his Xbox in the silence of his room. And you sat with him at the funeral too instead of with your own mom and dad, at the very end of the family pew with you on his left and poor Sarah on his right. He never said anything about it, but you held his hand the whole time while he cried and he definitely never forgot it.

After that Rafe changed a little and his home life changed a lot after that too. But then your parents got divorced and your life really changed. Rafe almost lost his best friend because your dad decided on moving back home. But he was really quick to shut that down. "C'mon y/n/n you don't want to let him just uproot your entire life." And he was right you didn't. Making you the un present daughter in your dad's eyes but you didn't want to move.

ray -

movie night tn? - 9:30 am

That was the text you received an hour through your shift at the local coffee shop you've worked at since high school, which they allowed you to work summers during college now. No good morning or how's work?, but thats how your alls conversations usually went. No beginning or end just picking up wherever and whenever.

And he'd been in a very off and on mood since you got home from school two weeks ago. Rafe still gave you crap about going away to school even though you stay with your family back home cause in his eyes you never needed to leave the obx. And he also especially hated college once he only lasted about two months at UNC freshman year. Even though you were now a rising senior. Many texts, drunk calls, and facetimes later. And it probably took you ten minutes to answer him.

from you -

okayy, at tannyhill? - delivered 9:40 am

read 9:42 am

ray -

yeah just come around 7:00 - 9:43 am

At this point in your friendship you were practically part of his family. Every time Rose saw you she always asked how your mom was even if you were at the house the day before. Wheezie always hugged you asking for a girls day. Sarah always complaining about something Rafe did cause she knew you would chew him out for being mean. And Ward always bugging you to "be a good influence on him".

It wasn't much different when you arrived at his house later that night. When you walked in Rafe was propped against the wall in the hallway between the front door and stairs looking at his phone when the door opened. His shoulders immediately going relaxed at the sight of you stepping in with old sweats and a faded kildare county football t-shirt that was probably his but neither of you even remembered you getting it.

"Hey." You smiled slipping off your shoes; per Rose's request. His kook-king persona no where to be found replaced with a genuine half smirk. "Jesus took you long enough." His replied, but it lacked any real bite.

You tapped your phone to see the time, that only read 7:02. "Yeah, yeah drama queen." You rolled your eyes as he spun on his toes to go back upstairs to his room. "You smell like coffee."

"I literally just worked like ten hours, no wonder. Gee i thought i would have smelled like peaches." Rafe couldn't help his laugh as you swatted at his back from behind him. You didn't know it but seeing you was usually the highlight of his day, or week. Hanging out with you was like actually taking deep breath letting the oxygen completely fill his lungs.

Of course the two of you fought over what movie to even watch for nearly fifteen minutes.

"How 'bout that one?"

"No that actor supports bad stuff remember?"

Rafe rolled his eyes in response. "A'ight what about one of those dumb lovey-dovey ones you like so much." That earned a playful slap.

"Ow okay I'm joking."

"What about scary? Like a classic?"

"And that being? Because that just narrows it down oh so much."

"I don't know Rafe like scream or I know what you did last summer."

"We seriously just saw both of those at obx on the yard two weeks ago."

You huffed just about giving up. "You're impossible you know that? What about like the Blair Witch Project?"

"If you don't like it find a new best friend, but yeah that works." He replied looking over at you with a shit eating grin. Causing you to shake your head as he fiddled with the remote to find the movie. And only when he pushed play you shot up straight looking over at him. "Wait! We need to go make popcorn." Rafe groaned beside you before reluctantly getting up.

Wheezie was downstairs when the two of you got down there. Immediate at the sight of you in tow behind her brother her face lit up. "y/n!" You could feel the heat on your cheeks at the young girls admiration.

"Hi sweet girl." You murmured in response as she crushed you in a hug." Rafe rolled his eyes as he grabbed a bag of popcorn, ripping off the plastic wrap and putting it in the microwave. "Let her breathe Wheeze."

She let go, and shortly after was scurrying up to her room to answer her friend's facetime call. "She's so insufferable sometimes." He grumbled once she was gone. You shook your head laughing.

"She's sixteen Ray, you remember how that was." You shrugged but he scoffed as the microwave went off, taking out the bag. He spoke again as you started walking back upstairs. "Yeah at sixteen I was playing football games every other weekend and learning how to get shitfaced with top and kelce, and meanwhile you were always studying." He teased.

"Yeah and who made sure you didn't fail ap bio sophomore year, and apush junior year, and ap gov senior year." When you reached his room again he plopped back down on his bed, sprawling out before tapping to the space beside him. And because close proximity was never an issue with the two of you, you just plopped down next to him leaning ever so slightly on his shoulder.

Throughout the movie you both tensed up, you more than him. Once it finished he put on another movie more lighthearted. But that ended up being the extent because you fell asleep on Rafe's shoulder. He tried to wake you up once the second movie ended but he turned up with no luck so he let you be.

When you woke up it was nearly 1:00 am and you realized what had happened. You groaned hearing a quiet crack in your neck as you shifted but felt something restricting you from moving farther. Rafe's arm was wrapped around your waist. "Shit." You whispered. You tried wiggling again but he just groaned before moving in his sleep, and tightening his arm.

Then you felt it, a warm sensation in your stomach that clashed with your anxiety that was tightening in your chest. And you remembered in that moment how good being held by someone felt. The soft fragile intimacy of just being in someone else's personal space. And that was when every single 'more than friends' feeling you've ever had for Rafe bubbled back up to the surface, something you've shoved down for a very long time.

"He must have done it on accident when he fell asleep." You thought, closing your eyes for an agonizing second before taking a deep breath and softly lifting his arm before rolling yourself out from under it. Quickly you hurriedly grabbed your phone and keys and tiptoed to his door. Hanging on a hope and a prayer while you opened it before softly shutting it.

You quickly texted him once you made it to your car out front for him to see when he woke up.

From you:

woke up and had to run home, i have work at 7:00, see you in a few days - delivered 12:56 am

With a sigh of relief you turned your keys in ignition, heading towards your own house. Once you made it to your room without waking your mom you sunk onto your bed. Wiping your hands down your face over how you really couldn't feel like that towards Rafe. "It's Rafe. I'm not his type anyway. Nothing would ever happen." You whispered to yourself, resisting the urge to scream into your pillows.

[love4pascal]

Instagram post with bsf!Rafe: Part two!

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CHASING MAYBE

pairing: bsf!reader x rafe

word count: 3.1k

authors note: i had two similair requests in my inbox and decided to combine them! hope you don’t mind!! 🙈thanks for the requests! <3

The party was already packed when you and your friend strolled in – loud music shaking the windows, neon lights spilling across sweaty bodies, and someone already yelling about running out of White Claws.

You roll your eyes. “Five bucks says that’s JJ.”

Bri laughed beside you, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Ten bucks says he drank them all himself.”

“Fair.” You said, grinning as you linked arms with both Bri and Lex. “Now, ladies – remember the mission. Free drinks, good lighting and no catching feelings.”

Lex wiggled her brows. “Too late for you, babe. Someone’s already staring.”

You didn’t have to ask who. You already knew. Rafe Cameron, over by the pool table, was watching you like you hung the damn moon – same cocky smirk, same slightly tilted head like he was trying to figure you out.

You arched a brow. “Let him look. Doesn’t mean he gets to touch.”

You made your way through the crowd, laughing at nothing, catching attention like a walking power trio. Inside the kitchen, you grabbed a red solo cup and poured yourself something strong.

“Cheers to bad ideas,” Bri said, lifting her cup.

“To being the problem, not the plan,” Lex added

“To not catching feelings,” You said, clinking their cup.

Half an hour later, you were leaned against the counter, cup still in hand, while your friends danced in the living room. You were mid-scroll through your phone when you caught the stare. Again. This time, shameless.

“You keep staring, Rafey, I’m gonna start charging you,” you called over your shoulder without turning.

Rafe smirked, sauntering towards you with that damn smug walk like he’d just scored the game-winning shot.

“You wearing that just for me, sweetheart?” he asked, eyes dragging down your fit.

“Please,” you scoffed. “This is for me. You’re just collateral damage.”

He grinned. “Yeah? Funny, because you’ve been looking at me like you wanna cause some.”

“Only to your ego,” you fired back with a sharp smile. “It’s gotten dangerously swollen lately.”

Topper whooped from the background, and Rafe just shook his head, sipping from his own cup as he leaned a little too close.

This was your thing — banter with teeth, glances that lingered, touches that almost crossed a line. But it was always safe, always wrapped up in a joke. Neither of you pushed it. Yet.

Your gaze flicked to the sliding doors leading outside. “I need air. Try not to miss me too much.”

You didn’t wait for his answer — just walked out, letting the warm night air wrap around you. The backyard was dimly lit, the glow of the bonfire at the beach barely visible beyond the dunes. You took a deep breath and leaned against the porch railing, letting the music fade into background noise.

Behind you, right on cue — came his voice.

“You know I can’t let you have a dramatic exit without me,” Rafe’s voice came from behind you, smooth like sin and summer.

You didn’t turn around. “Not dramatic. Just needed space. Some of us don’t have a god complex that requires being at the center of every room.”

He stepped up beside you, looking out over the yard with a smirk. “I like your space better.”

That earned him a tiny smirk from you, but you didn’t give him the satisfaction of turning fully. “Don’t get cute, Cameron.”

“Too late.”

You stood like that for a beat — close, the air between them humming with that something you never talked about. Rafe glanced over, studying your profile like he was memorizing it.

“You ever think about it?” he asked.

You finally turned to him. “About what?”

He was close now — closer than he should’ve been. “Us. You know… what’d happen if we stopped pretending.”

You blinked, heartbeat stuttering for half a second — not because you were shocked, but because finally. You tilted your head.

“That almost sounds like you want something serious, Rafe. Which would be cute if I didn’t know you better.”

His grin faltered just barely. “Maybe I want you.”

You laughed softly. “You want the chase, baby. And you’re good at it. But I don’t fall for pretty lies.”

You turned to walk down the porch steps when—

“Y/N—” he said, just a little rougher.

You stopped.

And then he was there again, closing the space, hand reaching gently for your wrist, spinning you to face him. He looked at you like you were fire and he was tired of being cold.

You stood like that — eyes locked, lips a breath apart, the air buzzing around them. His hand cupped your cheek this time, hesitant but wanting.

You didn’t pull away.

He leaned in slowly, eyes flicking to your mouth—

“RAFE! Yo, Rafe! Get your ass over here, man!”

Topper.

You pulled back fast like you’d been slapped. Rafe blinked, visibly torn for one second — and then, just like that, the mask slipped back on.

He stepped away. Shrugged.

“I’ll be right back.”

And just like that, he walked off — no sorry, no explanation. Gone.

You stood frozen for a second, chest tight, eyes narrowed.

Then you scoffed under your breath and turned back toward the street.

He wasn't gonna play you like that again.

Not this time.

You texted Bri.

“I’m done. Catch an Uber?”

You didn’t text him the next morning.

You didn’t snap him back. Didn’t like his dumb story of him and Kelce trying to fix a golf cart either.

And when he called once, then twice, you declined the second one and didn’t bother replying to the “u good?” that followed.

You were good. Just not with him.

Instead, you were at Bri’s place, legs tangled with yours on the couch, a greasy slice of pizza in one hand and Lex painting your nails a dangerously sharp red on the other.

“I’m just saying,” Lex said, blowing on your nails, “if he wanted to kiss you, he would’ve. And if he didn’t want to be an ass about it… well, same logic.”

You snorted. “Amen.”

Bri reached for her water, slumped on the floor. “I never liked him anyway. His jaw is too perfect. Feels like a trap.”

“It is a trap,” you muttered, staring at your phone lighting up again with his name. You silenced it. No reply. Again.

Lex raised a brow. “Still trying?”

“Three missed calls and a ‘u good?’ text,” you said with a fake-sweet smile. “Very emotionally intelligent.”

Bri made a gagging noise.

Rafe was unravelling.

It took him less than 24 hours to realize something was off — and even less time to get pissed about it.

You had been nothing but cold, collected and absolutely untouchable. So when he saw you at the dock two days later he pulled up next to your Jeep, window down, Ray-Bans perched low on his nose.

“You avoiding me?” he asked through his car window, voice all lazy confidence. But his grip on the steering wheel? White-knuckled.

You didn’t even look up from your phone. “That depends — are you used to girls waiting around after you ditch them mid-moment?”

Rafe blinked, caught off guard. “Okay, damn. You’re still mad about that?”

“Oh, still mad?” you snapped, shoving your phone in your bag. “Didn’t know there was an expiration date on being disrespected.”

He grinned, trying to defuse — or distract. “Babe, you’re dramatic.”

“And you’re exhausting,” you fired, standing up. “You don’t get to flirt with me like that, act like you want something real for half a second, and then just walk away like it didn’t happen.”

He leaned out the window a little, face hardening. “It’s not that deep.”

“Then maybe you should find someone who floats.”

You didn’t wait for a reply, you turned just in time for your friends to pull up in Bri’s Mazda, blasting SZA and waving dramatically out the windows.

Rafe watched as you slid into the passenger seat without another glance his way.

Lex flipped Rafe off with a grin when Bri peeled out of the lot.

Rafe just sat there, blinking, while you threw your head back and laughed with your girls, loud and unbothered.

That night, Rafe didn’t go to the usual bonfire. Neither did you.

But the next one? He was there early. Already sipping a beer, eyes scanning the crowd every five seconds.

You looked incredible. Dress, silky, short and painted with a bold floral print – clung in all the right places and dipped daringly low at the neckline. You stepped onto the beach like the main event — glowing, confident, and completely unbothered.

Rafe’s jaw practically hit the sand.

You saw him.

And walked right past.

Every time he tried to talk to you, Lex intercepted, or Bri pulled you into some fake emergency — “I need your opinion on this guy’s shoes, it’s life or death.” Rafe wasn’t used to working this hard. He wasn’t used to being ignored.

Rafe found you alone, near the edge of the party where the music didn’t quite reach. Just like before.

He approached slower this time. No swagger. No stupid grin.

“Y/N.”

You didn’t turn. “Didn’t Topper call your name again?”

He exhaled a laugh, but it came out a little bitter this time. “Okay. I deserved that.”

“No, Rafe. You deserved worse. But I’m tired.” Your voice dropped just slightly — not sad, just... done. “I’m not playing this game with you anymore.”

“I wasn’t trying to play,” he said, stepping closer. “I just— I panicked, alright? You kissed me back.”

“No,” you said sharply, eyes finally on his. “You almost kissed me. Then you left. Don’t twist it.”

He looked at you, jaw ticking, searching for something in your face. “So what? You’re done with me?”

“I’m done waiting for you to decide if you mean anything you say.” You paused. “You want me? Prove it. You want to joke around and run back to your boys every time things get real? Then stay out of my way.”

And with that, you walked away again — this time, not with bitterness, but with clarity.

Rafe stood there alone, mouth tight, heart pounding.

Rafe didn’t text. He didn’t call.

He showed up.

Unannounced, mid-afternoon, while you and your girls were poolside at Lex’s — laughing, lounging, and collectively trying to forget boys existed.

You spotted him before anyone else. You knew that shape, that posture — shoulders tense, chin tilted like he had something to prove.

“Is that Rafe?” Bri muttered.

Lex sat up, shielding her eyes. “Wow. Man really wants to be humiliated in broad daylight.”

You took a slow sip of your drink. “He’s already halfway there.”

But you stood up anyway.

Because no matter how furious you was, how much he hurt you, he wasn’t just some guy.

He was Rafe. Your Rafe. Your best friend. The one who used to sneak you snacks during detention and swore you’d never catch feelings for each other.

And now here you were.

“You really have the audacity,” you said flatly, meeting him at the gate.

Rafe looked at you like you still hung the moon. Like he didn’t remember you used to tell him exactly when to stop flirting so you wouldn’t fall for him. Like he hadn’t just made the dumbest choice of his life two nights ago.

“I had to see you,” he said.

“You had to ditch me mid-kiss first.”

“That wasn’t— I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

“You didn’t mean to? Rafe, you and I have been best friends since we were kids. You think I don’t know when you’re lying to yourself?”

“You pulled away like you were embarrassed,” you went on, voice quiet but cutting. “Like I was just another drunk mistake.”

“You are not a mistake.”

“Then why’d you leave like one?”

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “I panicked, okay? I didn’t expect it to feel that real.”

“We’ve always been real,” you snapped. “You just finally couldn’t hide it.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ve been sorry since the second I walked away.”

You crossed your arms. “And now what? You think one apology’s gonna fix a broken friendship and the fact that you shattered something that might’ve been more?”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to fix it,” he said.

You tilted your head. “You better, Rafe. Because this isn’t just about flirting anymore. You don’t just lose me as a maybe. You lose me as your person.”

He stood there, quiet.

And when you walked back through the gate — back to your girls, your peace, your new boundary — Rafe didn’t follow.

He finally understood this time, he’d have to earn you back.

Rafe didn’t come back the next day. Or the day after that.

And you? You didn’t chase. You said your piece. You had nothing to prove. Let him sit with the silence — with everything they almost were.

But on Friday night, something shifted.

You were heading home from Bri’s when her phone buzzed. A text.

“Come to the dock. Just you.”

No name. Didn’t need one.

You almost didn’t go.

But curiosity is a dangerous thing — especially when it’s tangled in history and heartbreak and a boy who once made you believe forever could exist between best friends.

The dock was quiet. Moonlit. The water still.

And there he was. Hoodie, hands in his pockets, heart practically written across his face.

You didn’t say anything as you stepped onto the wood.

He didn’t speak either — just gestured to the blanket he’d laid out. Two drinks. A box of your favorite cookies. And something else sitting next to it.

A photo. The one from that dumb Halloween party freshman year — you in fairy wings, Rafe in devil horns, both of you grinning like idiots.

“I found it in my drawer,” he said quietly. “Been sitting there for years. I look at it sometimes. Always thought we were just… messing around. Having fun.”

You folded your arms, guarded but listening.

“But looking at it now?” His voice cracked slightly. “I was gone for you. Even back then.”

You didn’t respond. You waited.

“I messed up, I know that,” he said. “But I didn’t come here to ask for things to go back to normal. Because they can’t. And I don’t want them to.”

You raised a brow. “What do you want, then?”

Rafe stepped forward.

“I want more. I want us. No more games. No more pulling away when it gets real. I want to be someone you trust again. Someone who shows up.”

He hesitated. “And I know I lost that right. But if there’s even a piece of you that still wants this... I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give. Just—don’t shut the door all the way. Please.”

Silence stretched.

The water lapped gently against the wood.

Then—softly, finally—you spoke.

“You don’t get to come back just because you finally figured out what you want.”

Rafe’s jaw tensed. “I know.”

You stepped closer. “But you came back anyway. That’s a start.”

For a long moment, you both just stood there.

And then, for the first time in what felt like forever—you let your guard down. Just a little.

Rafe looked at you. “So… we good?”

You smirked. “We’ll see.”

Then like always, he smiled back, cocky and warm and yours in all the ways he never admitted before.

Two weeks later

“You’re seriously wearing that?” You asked, brows arched behind your sunglasses as you stared Rafe down in the Target parking lot.

He looked down at his plain white T-shirt and black athletic shorts, then at you — black cropped tank top hugging your figure, light-washed denim shorts and gold hoops shining in the sun.  “What’s wrong with this?”

“You look like you jogged here and forgot it was a date.” You popped the trunk of his car. “Get the bags. We’re doing a picnic and you’re not embarrassing me in front of the ducks.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Rafe muttered, grinning as he grabbed the cooler. He didn't argue. He never argued anymore. Not with you.

You laid out the blanket under a willow tree at the park, spread out the snacks like a curated charcuterie board, and even lit one of those tiny portable candles from your purse. Rafe just watched you, utterly gone, leaning back on his elbows while you cut strawberries like it was an artform.

“You’re smiling,” you said, glancing over.

“I like watching you boss me around,” he said, deadpan. “It’s hot.”

You snorted and tossed a grape at his face. “You’re such a simp now.”

“I was before. Now I’m just allowed to show it.”

Later, they lay side by side under the tree, your head resting on his chest, one leg thrown over his like you owned him — which, arguably, you did.

“You still scared?” you asked quietly, fingers tracing shapes on his bicep.

“Terrified,” Rafe replied, voice low. “But it’s worth it.”

You leaned up slightly, eyes searching his. “Why?”

“Because I’m not just your best friend anymore.” His hand found you waist. “I get to kiss you now.”

You grinned, lips brushing his jaw. “Damn right you do.”

So he did.

Slow, warm, nothing rushed — just mouths pressed together like they had all the time in the world. You tasted like lip balm and peach lemonade. He tasted like want and sunscreen.

“Still afraid?” you murmured when they broke apart.

“Of you? Always.”

“Good.” You kissed him again, rougher this time. “Keeps you humble.”

EXTRA:

Rafe Cameron was sitting on a pink blanket at a Sunday morning yoga in the park class, sweating through his overpriced tank top while an instructor told him to open his heart center and “embrace the divine feminine.”

You, completely serene beside him, reached out mid-pose to fix his form.

“You’re stiff,” you whispered.

“I’m dying,” he whispered back.

You grinned and kissed his cheek. “You love it.”

“I love you,” he muttered. “This is Stockholm Syndrome.”

“Mm. That’s not what you said last night when you made me breakfast at midnight.”

He just groaned and reached for his water bottle. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”

You leaned in close, lips at his ear. “Say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you’re whipped.”

He rolled his eyes but smiled like an idiot. “I’m whipped.”

“Good boy.”

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A/n: this is my first time doing this so please be kind 🪼🩵💙

[kenzgraceluv26]

so complicated

we should go there (part 3)

rafe x childhoodbsf!reader

2k words! part 2, part 4

you ain't my boyfriend

and i ain't your girlfriend

but you don't want me to see nobody else

and i don't want you to see nobody

- boyfriend by ariana grande & social house

Kie had only stepped into the Sandy Mug to get a quick matcha before going to see Jj, but once she saw you behind the counter she ended up sticking around for at least an hour catching up with you. Since you were like an older sister to Sarah you somehow managed to become the unofficial big sister of her entire friend group. Because who was Sarah supposed to ask for any advice ever concerning boys, Rafe? And then she started dating John B and suddenly all six of them were calling you for help with the most insane random things.

So now she stood in front of the side of the counter talking about how her freshman year had been at Duke. The rest of the shop was empty as it had been since 1:15 when Kie first walked in. And it was now coming up on 2:30. That was when the bell attached to the door rang signaling another customer and you looked up from the bar letting out the usual: "Hi welcome in." In your cheery little customer service voice. But what Kie honestly didn't expect to see was the way your entire face lit up at the new customer.

Confused and curiously she glanced behind her to see Rafe being the one have walked in holding a takeout bag and a drink carrier. At the sight of her Rafe gave Kie a tight lipped nod, and "Kiara" as he walked over to the table closest to the bar setting down the food and looking over to you. Even more so she watched the way you smiled just about ear to ear. "What are you doing here?"

Rafe shrugged like it was the most casual thing in the world sliding off his sunglasses onto the table. "Don't know, figured you might want some company, plus didn't want your ass dyin' of starvation back there like you said earlier."

Kiara watched the scene unfold as you untied your apron to step out side the bar. "And you had them-"

"There's no pickles."

"And you got-"

"The fry is medium not small."

She watched you smile happily at his answers as she tried to hold in just how astonished she was that Rafe knew you that well. She checked her phone and seeing the time she awkwardly but politely smiled in your direction. "Well y/n/n I'm gonna head out to go see Jayj before my shift at 6:00."

You nodded understandingly before getting up quickly. "Oh Kie wait!" Kiara stopped watching you hurry back behind the bar before dropping out of sight. She craned her neck trying to see you before hearing different clanking sounds before you popped back up with a brand new matcha for her.

"Here! I made another one after you stayed more than twenty minutes to have one to actually take when you leave." You smiled brightly extending the iced drink.

-

By the time she reached the Chateau the image of you and Rafe was still stuck in her head. And Kie, being the nosy person she typically was, was determined to find out just exactly what she had witnessed.

She made a beeline for the makeshift dock that the boys were all fishing on while Sarah sat with Cleo talking about god knows what. She dropped her bag down by the girls, quickly went over to kiss Jj on the cheek before she sat down next to Sarah on an empty lawn chair. "Alright Sarah what is the deal with your brother and y/n?" Kie questioned the blonde with a puzzled look.

Everyone froze at the question turning to look at Kie. Meanwhile Sarah just shrugged. "I mean they've been best friends for as long as I can remember." Kie tilted her head not buying the friends thing.

"And thats it? Thats all they've ever been?" Sarah bit her lip as if she was running every single instance she's witnessed the last fifteen years through her head. "Well.."

"Well what? Share with the class." Jj spoke up and then quickly after a soft 'thwack' was heard as John B smacked his arm to shut him up. "Alright but this stays here on this dock and with this group, okay?" The other five heads nodded quickly. Eagerly.

"Honestly, I think they're both in love with each other." Everyone's jaws dropped, Cleo gasped, and Pope dropped his fishing pole. Anyone could fall in love with you, you were sweet as can be, cared for anything and anyone, approached every animal you saw with a soft "hi baby", and practically apologized for taking up space. But how could anyone fall in love with Rafe, loud, obnoxious, self-obsessed, narcissistic Rafe?

"And they've never crossed that line?" Sarah shook her head again. "They're both scared."

This time Pope looked up more confused. "Of what? If you're so sure they love each other is it not obvious to each other?" The blonde rubbed her temples before letting out a sigh.

"She's scared of getting attached and it ending up like her ex or even more so how her parents ended up. And well my brother is scared of disappointing someone and he doesn't want someone who wants to change him. It's why I think he dated the Sophia girl last year, for what three or four months? It was like a suicide mission that he knew wouldn't work."

"So they just play happy couple with each other but never do anything about it? Because what I saw today at the shop was definitely not how just guy friends and girl friends act."

Before Sarah could respond again Jj interrupted after Kie. "I mean we were all friends?" Everyone gave him a pointed look. "Oh right."

"I don't know, I wish they would come clean to each other I feel like they'd be so happy actually together. He's always been so different with her than anyone else. He used to get so jittery at Midsummers because she would go with us, you'd have thought he had just shot gunned a monster. And she is the only person on the entire planet who he lets talk to him the way she does when she's mad."

Cleo interjected. "Like what?"

"Well I think we can all remember the coked out Rafe that was here for a year and a half, selling shit for Barry. Well he came home one night about a year ago so sick, threw up until it was stomach acid, and passed out. We were all terrified so in the morning when he was in his room nursing his wounds I called y/n. And did she tell him off, and I don't think a single person has seen him touch the stuff since."

"So Rafe Cameron is actually pussy whipped got it." A chorus of laughter surprisingly followed Jj's comment, and Sarah's eye roll.

"Just trust me they care more about each other than they show. Just next time you see her look to see if she's wearing a necklace. Ninety-nine percent of the time I see her at least, she has on this dainty little heart shaped locket. My brother got it for her sixteenth birthday."

Kie thought back to earlier and could remember the tiny little heart that had sat over top your faded work shirt earlier. Then it was if a light bulb went off over top Jj's head. "Wait, wait I have an idea-"

"No scheming." John B cut in quickly not feeling any of Jj's crap in this moment.

"But hey Jb stupid things-"

"Have good outcomes all the time." The rest of the group chimed as the blond's grin grew wider. And shockingly Sarah let out a small giggle.

"Okay maybe a little scheming." She smiled indulging in whatever half cooked plan was about to come out of Jj's mouth. After all she did want her brother and you to get together.

"Fine I'll cave too. But if anyone pisses Rafe off I will not be taking the punch." Pope reluctantly added.

After your shift you were exhausted. But your mom wasn't home yet so after you finished scrubbing the smell of espresso off yourself and drying your hair you ended up on face time with Rafe. Not even talking really, he was playing a game every once in a while cussing at Topper or Kelce over his half-on headset, and you were cautiously working on a new friendship bracelet pattern while watching your favorite romcom for the umpteenth time.

When Rafe died on the game, with much thanks to Kelce's ignorance, he looked over at his phone to watch you for a second while he respawned. You were blissfully unaware, tying a knot painfully slow, while saying the lines with the movie. Too out of it to hear your phone start buzzing with notifications.

"Y/n your phone." Rafe spoke up because he could hear your notifications on his own phone. Nothing.

"Y/n/n!" Your head snapped up quickly looking over to see Rafe already looking at you expectantly. "What?"

He rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips before he spoke again. "Someone texted you like three times and it 'bout made my phone fall." Your eyes widened and you grabbed your phone from your night stand where you had propped it up.

sar bear

y/nnn - 8:03 pm

wanna hangout with us tomorrow @ the boneyard? - 8:03 pm

it'll be fun 🤞 - 8:03 pm

Your eyes flicked back up to Rafe's distracted form in the corner of your phone. He hadn't mentioned anything about the boneyard so it must have been a p4l type of a thing. You shrugged before typing out a response, it sounded fun.

From you

of course!, but like after my work right? i get off at 7:00? - delivered 8:04 pm

read 8:04 pm

You watched her type as quickly as you sent the text.

sar bear

yes yes, be there at 9:00! - 8:04 pm

From you

okay girly thanks for invite 🫶 - delivered 8:05 pm

read 8:05 pm

A second later you received another notification. sar bar hearted a message. You smiled before propping your phone back up. Rafe glanced over from his pc sliding the headset off one of his ears. "Who was it?"

You rolled your eyes at how nosy he was. "Just Sarah." You answered before resuming your work on the friendship bracelet. He raised an eye brow. "What'd she want?"

"She just said she heard Kie saw me today at work." You shrugged and he nodded going back to his game. Then you immediately heard him groan on his side. "No no no Top the other direction. I said right! Fuckin' dumbass." You knew he was immediately sucked back into his own little world.

Sarah was currently leaning against John B while they all sat around a fire watching the typing bubbles on her phone in response to her text. Her boyfriend looked down at her phone turning his attention from Jj and Pope arguing over the order of the star wars movies. Pope was obviously right but it was entertaining watching his little nerd head get so worked up while Jj was most definitely just messing with him.

"So what makes you think Rafe didn't tell her about the bonfire already? I know that at least his friends are going, sure he is too."

Sarah hearted your last message before turning to look at John B. "She honestly hates parties so he doesn't drag her to them very often. For someone in a sorority she practically hates alcohol. I didn't even specify tomorrow night is a party." She explained her eyes flicking up momentarily at the scene in front of her holding in a laugh.

"Then what? Do we push her in his direction? Or pay some idiot to hit on her to see if he snaps?"

She shook her head. "I was thinking more along the lines of watching his face before and after he sees her. See the world of a difference it usually brings."

John B let her words simmer in his head following her train of thought. "Right and then we tell her what we saw and make her see it too?"

"Exactly."

"Smart girl." He grinned at her before intertwining their fingers.

[kenzgraceluv26]

oblivious

we should go there (part two)

rafe x childhoodbsf!reader

1.5k words ! , part 1, part 3

silly me to think that he could fall, like an idiot

he picks up the second that i call, but is he into it?

he pinned me up against the wall, a coincidence

my friends say he's in love

but i'm oblivious

- oblivious by alexa cappelli

Rafe had genuinely not realized how bad he had it. Not at least until you fell asleep at his house a few days ago, running out on him at one o'clock in the morning. And when he did he didn't really know exactly what he was feeling so he honestly tried to ignore you for a few days until those feelings went away and you just went back to being you. To which he lasted all of eight hours when you sent him a video on tiktok about something so stupid it made him laugh. And It only got worse from there.

On sunday, four days after the movie night affair, Topper climbed into his truck so they could drive together to the country club to play golf. Even more, what was scary to him is that he didn't really notice when he did these things that showed his feelings about her.

"You sit in that seat Top you better not move it a single fuckin' inch or you can sit in the back." He said without even looking up from his phone as the other blond climbed in. Topper immediately raised his eyebrows at the absurd comment.

"Dude what?" Was the first thing to leave his lips as he sat in the passenger seat, obviously not listening cause he immediately started moving it backwards and leaning it back. Rafe didn't even give him another second before he made him get up and get in the back.

"I swear to god, she spent nearly twenty minutes fixin' that shit last week." He grumbled as the back seat door shut. Topper's eyes all but doubled in size. "She? Who was in your- christ are you talking about y/n?" Rafe didn't answer as he shifted the truck into drive and pulled out on the main road of Topper's neighborhood.

And in Rafe's defense when you got in the truck next on tuesday you gave him a pout as you fixed it again. And in that moment he swore he'd never let Topper sit in the front seat of his truck again.

But the more Rafe caught himself doing these things it only pissed him off more. How could he have known that both of you were just plain oblivious to the other? Now he found himself sitting and thinking about the last time you even had a boyfriend. "God when did she stop seeing that one guy?" He asked himself trying to remember your ex, the really bad one. It was senior year, you hadn't actually dated anyone since you were 18, minus a couple of dates you had away at school but obviously none of them ended well.

His phone buzzed beside him abruptly bringing him back to the present moment.

kelce (dipshit)

Yo party at the boneyard saturday - 3:53 pm

Now that was exactly what he needed. A nice easy distraction. He didn't particularly like going out to the cut but Rafe knew you had work that day. No way for anything possible to happen if you weren't there.

from you

I'll be there - delivered 3:55 pm

Read 3:55 pm

kelce (dipshit)

Lets goo - 3:55 pm

Last you saw Rafe was Tuesday when you got ice cream with him. The rest of the week you spent whatever time you weren't working catching up with your other best friend, Abbigail. The two of you were currently laying out by her pool, or attempting to at least.

"This sun is really starting to get on my last nerve." She grumbled from her lounger before leaning over to check her phone. You rolled your eyes at her dramatic tone. "So I fear Abbie that in order to get a tan we have to." You answered while flipping the page of the book you had brought. She groaned from beside you. She got up to stretch before walking over to the pool to sit at the edge.

You followed after, grabbing one of the towels on an empty chair setting it down on the hot concrete before you sat down next to her. "So theoretically if I did a stupid thing and I told you, you'd tell me if it was actually stupid, right?" You spoke up nervously.

She looked over at you with a raised eye brow. "And that stupid thing would be theoretically?" Abbie tilted her head accessing your face so she could form an opinion. You laughed in an attempt to push down the growing pit in your stomach.

"So theoretically say that I liked someone that is never going to like me back and-"

"It's Rafe isn't it." Abbie didn't even let you finish before interrupting you. Causing your jaw to drop as you plainly stared at her in horror.

"How in the hell did you know that fast?" She rolled her eyes giving you a look that cut and dry said 'really?'.

"Honey please you have liked him since we were thirteen." Abbie shrugged before picking at her manicured nails the two of you had got done yesterday.

Your mouth formed a perfect little 'o' at her revelation. Before letting out a long sigh. "Well I know nothing will ever happen so I don't know why it even matters in my head all of a sudden."

She only shook her head. "Girl please because he's the best you could do anyway? Not likely. Now we should use your digi cam to take bikini pics. Please?"

Her attempt at distracting you was definitely the right choice. Your head flicked back to your small hot pink camera sitting beside your book and stanley. A smile slowly etching its way onto your face. "Okay okay."

-

An hour later you both laid on her bed as you sent over all the pictures with your sd card reader. "Y/n/n I still don't understand why you didn't major in photography." Abbie gasped as she continued to ooh over the ones you took of her causing you to giggle.

"Academic validation." You shrugged which led her to snort at your answer. She scooted a little bit closer pointing at some of the selfie ones you took together. Tapping her nails on the small screen in excitement. "We should post some of these." Abbie suggested and you gave her an unsure look. "Come on it can definitely give that boy, who i have no idea what you see in him, a chance to see what he doesn't have." She cocked an eyebrow and your only response was launching the pillow you were resting on at her. "Ow! Okay then!"

@pretty_y/n

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pretty_y/n played mermaids today 🌊🐚

kiara_carrera omg so cute

its.sar.cameron I LOVE YOU

abb.i.gail my tail was purple btw

Coincidentally Rafe was sitting at the country club after he had finished working with his dad for the day. Not that it was much of a hangout but he was sitting next to both Topper and Kelce, but all three were on their phones.

"Bro Rafe I always forget how hot your little best friend is." As soon as the words left Kelce's mouth Topper immediately tensed up remembering how it was in the truck sunday.

"The fuck you just say?" Rafe's head shot up, his jaw tightening into that sharp line as he ground his teeth that showed everyone in a ten to fifteen foot radius to be careful or his entire sanity was about to blow.

But Kelce being Kelce he didn't get the message automatically he shrugged confused before sliding his phone over on the table, your post pulled up on instagram from an hour ago. "What? 'S not like you're dating her."

Rafe freezes as Kelce's statement repeats in his head. "'S not like you're dating her." He isn't, so why did he care? He looked down at the phone for just a second before looking away again. "No, I'm not dating her. Just don't talk about her like that man. You can be a pig Kelce." He replied through clenched teeth. Topper could have choked on his own breath thinking Rafe was gonna lose his shit.

"Yeah Kelce what he said." The blond added in a grin growing as he spoke.

"Don't piss me off either Top."

-

As the week progressed and saturday inched closer a guilty feeling grew in the back of his mind at the idea of not even inviting you to the bonfire. And that wasn't the only unwelcomed presence as the pictures from your post the other day became another thing living in his head rent free.

It was friday, his off day, and instead of being productive he was sitting on his bed scrolling through your entire account with one hand, the other one holding his head. And as if you magically knew he was thinking about, his phone buzzed in his hand.

y/n/n

Get me out of here before i lose my mind - 1:29 pm

"Oh right she has work today and tomorrow." He thought to himself. Rafe smiled already seeing the annoyed look on your face with your eyebrows practically knitted together and nose scrunched up.

From you

Imagine - delivered 1:30 pm

How long ya there for? - delivered 1:30 pm

read 1:31 pm

y/n/n

until 3:00, i came in at 9:00. i'm freaking starving and one of the older regulars yelled at me for giving her oat milk instead of almond!! (kill me) - 1:31 pm

A little visit wouldn't hurt right?

[kenzgraceluv26]

close to you

we should go there (part four)

rafe x childhoodbsf!reader

3.2k words! part 3, part 5

i was so cool, but then, all of a sudden

you saw me look at you

i burn for you

and you don't even know my name

if you asked me to

i'd give up everything

to be close to you

- close to you by gracie abrams

The boneyard was a textbook example of a summer party in the obx. Music was blaring from three or four speakers that were littered throughout the beach, that made the sand shake slightly with each bass-filled thud. A handful of different cheap kegs were opened ready to be filled into an unhealthy number of solo cups. Coolers were filled with jello-shots that were definitely made with too much vodka and too little jello. Someone had brought ten boxes of pizza. And kooks, pogues, and tourons were all intermingled for once.

Everyone was having fun when you got there. Except that seemed out of reach for you as you walked out on the sand to find your friends. You had a shit day, so your patience was hanging by a thread by nine o'clock. You woke up super early from a weird dream, a customer dropped a cup of drip coffee on the counter that spilled all over on you as well, and your card declined at the gas station even though you have more than enough in your account so now you’re still on empty. 

Jj was the first one in your line of sight to see, standing by one of the kegs. "Where's Sarah Jay?" Is all you ask and he can definitely sense a little bit of your mood because his smile falters. Only for a second. Then he simply hands you a full cup, and points behind him to the fire where Sarah is sitting with the rest of the group.

Taking the cup and giving his arm a thankful squeeze, you mumble a low "Thank you Jj." Before walking over to Sarah who was sitting next to Kiara and Cleo, who was telling a story extra animatedly, and John B and Pope were trying to kick a hacky sack back and forth. And immediately upon seeing you Sarah sprung up to wrap her arms around you.

"Y/N you made it! Have you seen Rafe yet?" Your eyebrows furrowed at her question.

"Rafe? I didn't know he was here."

"Oh he's back there somewhere with Topper and Kelce." She shrugged.

"Oh, okay, I'll see him later you invited me Sar."

She smiled happily before sitting back down and patting the empty space next to her on the old tree the girls were sitting on. You listened to the lively conversations of your friends smiling, nodding, and letting out "oh wow" in response every once in a while. Giving one cautious glance behind you, you did spot Rafe standing maybe seventy feet away from you. He was between Topper and Kelce like she had said, holding his own red cup, and spotting one of his hats, on backwards of course. From there you could tell he looked annoyed.

"Y/N did you hear me?" Your head whipped back around quickly to see Kiara eyeing you suspiciously.

"What? Oh yeah sorry Kie."

The content in your cup continued to get lower and lower over the next half hour before eventually it was empty. Rather than getting another you excused yourself to go grab your water from your car. And almost making it back to the group before unfortunately getting stopped by Ruthie.

"Hey y/n! How've you been?"

You stopped nervously not being able to read her motives for the conversation she was initiating. Historically she didn't necessarily like you because of your lack of kook ideology. Or patience for it either.

"Um hi Ruthie, I'm okay. You?"

The brunette shrugged in a way that screamed she could not care less. "I'm good, pretty good."

Meanwhile Rafe had been listening to the banter of his friends just about on the verge of pulling his hair out. "Oo guys, guys, both your girlfriends at twelve o'clock." Kelce suddenly announced.

Rafe's immediate response was: "Dude she's not my-" as all of their attention instantly shifted to the direction of Kelce's lazy pointing. Stopping him mid-sentence when he spotted you immediately, your arms were crossed in a way he knew you did when you felt out of place. With a tight tank top that showed about a half an inch of your stomach, maybe three at most if you raised your arms. And not the strappy kind but your bra straps still stuck out almost intentionally. As well as faded jeans shorts which were at least a few years old and your beat-up converse that you refused to give up on. And front and center was your telltale locket he had given you.

No one liked Ruthie honestly, she was a bitchy spoiled girl who was just mean to everyone. No one really knew why Topper was still dating her either, not even Topper himself. Her voice alone pissed Rafe off without even seeing her.

"You're shitting me." Topper mumbled sourly knowing if whatever conversation you two were having would end badly it would only be bad for him. From either Ruthie or Rafe. But instead of either of you seeming upset the pair just walked closer until returning to the guys.

"Look who I found." Ruthie grinned as she practically dragged you there. Who in return gave a smile at the three before you, waving at Rafe.

"What's up, bookworm?" Rafe immediately glared at his friend for calling you something that used to drive you nuts when you were in school.

"Hi Kelce." Was your soft response while unintentionally inching closer to your best friend.

Rafe looked down at you still surprised you were here, he hadn’t told you, so who did? “I didn’t know you were coming?” But before you could respond to him Kelce interrupted you, cutting you off.

"Y/N are you drinking water? Absolutely not, that is not a thing at boneyard parties."

But before you, or Rafe, could protest Ruthie was agreeing and tossing two jello shots in your direction which you caught whilst dropping your bottle.

You immediately reached down to grab your bottle but popped open the tiny plastic container nonetheless. Eating the blue gelatin quickly and then making a sour face. "I think your alcohol to mix ratio was a little off K." Kelce only shrugged, getting out another one for himself. His fourth? Or maybe fifth one?

"Hey Rafe you up for cornhole?" Topper asked, suddenly gesturing to the boards a few feet away. Rafe cocked an eyebrow, glancing between you, his friend, and the boards.

"You wanna lose that bad?"

The blond frowned in response. "Bro, I was athletic in school." Rafe actually snorted upon hearing that, causing you to laugh.

"Sure Top, captain of the golf team right?" Topper scowled as Ruthie laughed too.

"He got you there." He shot a glare at Kelce.

Still he looked over to his girlfriend. "Be my partner?" You watched her roll her eyes before nodding and following in his direction. Rafe looked over at you next, his eyes meeting yours, extending his arms to ask the same question silently. You saw it on his face too, the half raised smile he had on when he was actually having fun. Shaking your head with a grin you nodded before walking across the sand in tow with him. Your bad mood dissolving.

-

A hundred feet Sarah away was glancing around to find you when you didn't come back after a few minutes. "Have any of you all seen y/n? She left her keys over here." She knew you went to your car, but it wasn't that far away so surely, you'd be back soon.

"Found her." Pope spoke up while pointing behind the group, causing her to spin around quickly to follow the direction. And then she saw you. And her brother. There you stood across from Rafe as the four of you played the game. Watching the way you happily jumped up and down a little when your bag sunk in the hole. To the way her brother was genuinely smiling. Sarah continued to watch for a little longer, but she wasn't the only one. All of them were watching.

The younger girl couldn't help but smile at the sight, shaking her head before turning back around. "They must be blind." She announced as she looked back at everyone else. Kie was the only one to also turn around. The other four were still watching.

"She's wearing that necklace."

"Is Rafe smiling?"

"I'll be damned, he does have a heart."

Sarah rolled her eyes shooing at them as they were all visibly staring. "Oh, sit down! You look like creeps." She frowned as the rest of them turned back around.

Back across the sand Ruthie was next to you as the game went on far enough from the boys that she leaned a few inches closer. "So, y/n any boys catch your eye while you were away at school this year?" That caught your attention quickly as you looked to your left at the brunette.

"Me? No, nobody on the boy front currently." You shrugged, but Ruthie looked at you like she was sizing you up, raising an eyebrow before non-subtly looking over at the guys. Her eyes stopping right on Rafe. "Really? That's too bad y'know?" You followed her gaze, your own eyes darting to her in your peripheral and then back at Rafe who was about to toss his beanbag.

-

For a while the group had stopped paying attention to the two of you until a happy squeal was heard that was most definitely, unmistakably you. Causing their heads to immediately whip back around again just as fast as they would if someone had yelled fire. Which they did just in time to see the two of you win against Topper and Ruthie.

At first, you and Rafe just high-fived at your win until he pulled you in for a hug and once, he did that you both just stood there like that across the sound with his arm around your shoulder while talking to the losing couple. "Right, just friends." Kie spoke up sarcastically, as she watched the pair, rolling her eyes.

"Somebody take a picture." Jj added. To which Sarah did, taking out her phone to zoom in on the two.

“But watch, I'll tell her he likes her and she won’t believe me.” The blonde frowned still watching the way you two were standing, and the undeniable pink tint that had crept up your face. 

-

And as if you could tell they were talking about you, you remembered who you had initially came to the bonfire to spend time with. Letting out a gasp you looked around for Sarah again causing Rafe to look over confused. “You okay?” But you groaned when you spotted her. “Crap, I completely forgot about Sarah.”

“Sarah- what?”

Bending down to pick up your water bottle you looked back up at him. “She invited me here, and I've probably been over here for almost thirty minutes. At least." He raised an eyebrow wondering why his sister invited you. 

“Oh. I mean she hasn’t blown up your phone or anything, so I doubt she cares. She’s with her boyfriend anyway.” Rafe shrugged rolling his eyes when he looked over to see John B, who even after three years of dating Sarah, he still didn’t like. You swat at his arms with a roll of your own eyes, giving him a look that plain and simply said ‘suck it up’.

“Ray, come on what kind of friend does that make me if I don’t spend more time with her?” You questioned, pursing your lips. Of course he couldn’t help himself though, well he could’ve but he didn’t contain the shit eating grin that crept up his face. “Well y/n/n it makes you my friend.” He dropped the grin when you looked up at him, not at all impressed, and dodging the playful smack you aimed at him.

“Just go over there with me for a little bit.” You motioned to the pogues with your head. The taller boy grumbled something under his breath but didn’t argue as he followed your form across the sand. His eyes travelling down towards your jean shorts but immediately going back up as if to remind himself: “Dude, get a fucking grip.”

The air obviously shifted when the pair approached the group of younger kids. All eyes, minus Sarah's, sending Rafe a weary look. Who looked equally uncomfortable.

"Oh my gosh, Sar, I am so sorry I did not tell you where I went or anything." The younger Cameron didn't look bothered at all.

"No, no you're fine y/n." It stayed awkward until she stepped on John B's foot, not so lightly, and he suddenly cleared his throat.

"Rafe" His nod in Rafe's direction caused Rafe to do the same. As if experiencing some kind of nonchalant boy experience, and if Rafe didn't return the nod, it'd be breaking some kind of crime. "John B"

You looked up at him with a smile "see not bad" and the other two boys quickly repeated the action.

Kie then grinned hesitantly in your all's direction. "You two beat Topper and Ruthie?" You elbowed Rafe, motioning your head encouragingly.

"Uh yeah, I tried warning him, but he didn't believe me. So had to prove him wrong." He shrugged but his smile from earlier returned ever so slightly.

"By the way guys I would definitely not have any of Kelce's jello-shots unless of course you hate yourself." You added with a small laugh. Jj looked up at you confused. "What? Why? I thought they were good." That caused Rafe to laugh.

"Y/n/n you might just be a light weight." You shot a look at Rafe.

"I am not! That shit was like seventy-thirty vodka, jello." You were half right, but so was he. Which caused the group to laugh with him.

"Speaking of Kelce isn't he having a house party next weekend?" Sarah asked her brother.

"Hell, if I know, is it an open invitation or something?"

"Apparently so." She shrugged, before adding. "I think we're going. You all should too."

Rafe looked like he was contemplating it. "You know what I'm down for it." His eyes could have doubled in size at your response. "You're joking."

"Okay who are you and where's y/n?" Pope snickered on the other side of the fire they were sitting around.

"I second thee Pope." Jj added.

"What?! Are you three seriously ganging up on me? Can't a girl want to do something fun?"

"Of course, it's just your definition of fun is usually grandma hobbies."

"Kie not you too!" You groaned before laughing, sending a helpless look at Sarah and Cleo. "I'm standing right here tonight am I not?"

"Yeah, give her props for not going to bed at eight pm after work." Cleo nodded enthusiastically as the entire group, and Rafe, burst into laughter.

"I'm being attacked."

"Womp womp." Rafe genuinely snorted at Jj's response letting out a hearty laugh that almost caused him to double over.

"Stop that shit was great Maybank." Everyone was in shock Rafe seemed to be getting along with Sarah's friends for once.

"But seriously Rafe you should go if she is." Sarah interrupted holding in her own giggle at Jj's comment.

"Alright alright, but only if you do cause I can only take so much of those fuckin' idiots." You threw your arms up in defeat.

"I thought we established I was going when everyone decided to make fun of me!"

"Well don't back out then." He shrugged, full on smiling now.

Watching you two bicker like a married couple, Kiara decided to test the waters still determined to figure out if you really did like each other. She cleared her throat before speaking. "Y/n/n your necklace is really pretty, where'd you get it." All eyes were on you, and Sarah glanced between you, Rafe, and Kie. Knowing exactly what her motive was as your face turned a few shades daker as you looked down at the infamous locket.

"My necklace? Oh, thank you, it was a birthday gift from Rafe a few years ago." Whose ears went pink at the mention of his name.

"Uh yeah, I did." He mumbled almost shyly.

-

As the night went on, Rafe and you stayed talking to the pogues for almost another hour and a half. Conversation varied from topic to topic. And nobody dared question how smoothly it was going in fear of poking the bear. Every single time Rafe laughed it was like seeing a different person. But it was obviously all because of you, he would never have even stepped into a twenty-foot radius of the pogues if you hadn't given him that look earlier. Even now as the two of you sat on another log, your head resting on his shoulder as you grew more tired.

"Okay okay if we want to talk about getting drunk when you're really not supposed to, remember senior prom Rafe?" He could have choked before laughing with his entire self again.

"Jesus, we are not going there. I thought Ward was going to kill me." And it was like a light bulb went off over Sarah's head as she remembered. "Oh my god I remember that! You two got shit faced and got ice cream after after prom right? I thought dad was genuinely going to blow his head off when he had to clean chocolate cherry chunk out of your truck Rafe." You were laughing so hard your core hurt.

"What?!"

You and Rafe exchanged looks but it only made you double over laughing harder. "It was his fault! And I got grounded for two weeks because of that even though grad was like three weeks away."

"No, you were the one to throw up, not my fault you couldn't handle that turn."

"Don't act like we even should have been driving Rafe just because you learned how to hold liquor way before me doesn't make it okay buddy." The looks the other five were sending you all were practically priceless. Because never in any world could they have expected that story.

Then closer to midnight your phone went off from your pocket to which you pulled it out to see your mom calling. "You are aware it's a quarter to twelve am correct?" She wasn't demanding you home, but you could hear her tone. The one that said she was waiting up until you got home and was only going to keep calling the longer you stayed out especially at a party more than ten minutes from home.

"I'm leaving now Mom don't worry, I'll have someone walk me to my car if it makes you feel better." Her voice immediately changed to a happier one as she let you go and you turned to Rafe. "Will you walk me to my car? That woman is like the boogey and I know she'd somehow know if someone didn't." He laughed but nodded.

You stood up as you got ready to leave and hugged your friends before he walked you to your car. "Tonight was fun."

You looked over at him almost disbelievingly. "See they don't bite Rafe you can admit they're nice people."

"Yeah yeah." You just shook your head.

"Tell me when you get home." You nodded giving him a playful salute.

"I will, be careful when you leave later." Rafe tilted his head.

"Nah I'm leaving now since you are. But you're right they weren't horrible."

author's note: i feel like the worst person for ignoring completing this for like three weeks :(, extra long part 5 to come cause i decided to jump off the face of the earth for a bit ! anyways much love to all of my readers to far!!! mwah

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