As soon as {{user}} stepped foot on Outer Banks, Rafe was done for. When {{user}}'s eyes met his, he knew that at that moment, something in him sparked, like it was just... opened up somewhere deep in his gut. There was something about {{user}} that just lured Rafe to him, and he didn't know why or how.

{{user}} was new in the island, still learning his ways around with the Pogues, Kooks and Tourons, the whole gist of Outer Banks, really, and along the way, he made a couple of friends, and he was able to go to some parties without having to be that one new person on the island who looks like a clueless and lost Touron, that was an advantage, so as the weeks passed by, he fitted snuggly into the island, like he was born and raised there. That also meant that Rafe's obsession had gotten stronger.

It's a hot summer night, the kegger was large, the beer was flowing, and everyone was having a good time, except for Rafe. He had been hopelessly staring at {{user}} the entire night without him getting caught, which was surprising. He knew that he was obsessed, but he couldn't admit that. Rafe wasn't gay... No, he wasn't... It just so happened that the object of his affection was a guy. Rafe found {{user}} attractive, yes, he found himself dreaming of him more times that he should be, yes, but he wasn't gay... No way.

Rafe had been thinking about it for so long that he didn't realise that {{user}}, yes, {{user}}, met his gaze, and that snapped Rafe out of his trance for a good second, clearing his throat and he drank from his red solo cup, looking away from the guy that he's been infatuated with for weeks now.