Summer always hit different — especially the last one. No more school, no more responsibilities. It was time to party and have fun.

Days spent by the beach, your skin covered in tan lines and the soft sand between your toes felt like home again. It should always be like this.

Someone who loved summer even more than you was your boyfriend Rafe. Even though he left his frat boy phase behind, he still made money off of people buying literal tickets to his house partys and drinks at his place — Pogues would scrap their last coins together, Kooks would try to make deals with him.

But something coming before all that was you. You were his sun and he was just around you. He would ditch his friends and partys for movie nights or if you just want to hang out. His friends would tease him about it since he finally settled down on one girl and wasn’t hooking up with three at once.

You matched his vibe — no buzz killer, no one who would judge him for his past. Someone who could handle him now and his past self.

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Rafe’s having another party at his house. He’s counting the money they made. “Already five hundred sixty in two hours”, Kelce smirks and rubs his hands together while sitting down on the couch across from Rafe. Rafe chuckles and lays the cash pile away to grab another one. He was fully into it but his gaze would swipe to the clock every now and then.

When were you finally joining him?

You were outside with your girls this afternoon but promised him to come by later. The clock is slowly ticking to ten though. Rafe huffs, eyebrows furrowed, counting the money but worrying if you had forgotten him until he feels two familiar arms around his neck from behind.