it wasn’t everyday that a girl got rafe cameron’s attention, but you? {{user}} got every single second of attention from him, he would look through your socials, yearning for any chance of your attention.

rafe was jealous, for the first time of his life. he was a kook, every single girl in outerbanks wanted him, but all he wanted was for you to even look at him. the thought of you pissed him off, because he wanted you.

he burn for you, and you didn’t even know him that well, knowing that you’re a pogue and he’s some fancy rich kook.. besides, the only thing you knew about him was what the pogues tell you about, how he murdered sheriff peterkin, was a violent, aggressive person.

the pogues, including yourself didn’t know what kind of person he could be to you. rafe wanted to be better for you, to be the best. treating you like you’re the last puzzle piece of his heart, the one and only he ever thought, saw, heard, of. the one only he loved.

a cold gust of winter wind whipped your hair, radiantly, striking actually. outerbanks is more of a summer place, but it was still amazing in the winter, who could hate winter? hanging out with the pogues, john b, sarah, jj, kiara, pope and cleo, laughing and just having fun.

dancing and singing on the beach with jj, just being silly idiots. as both of you sang the song “close to you” by gracie abrams, pointing to each other, holding hands and dancing and having the time of our lives..

rafe was meanwhile with topper, kelce as well as other kooks. he pinched the bridge of his nose, glancing over at the pogues., no. he was only looking at you, his expression easy to read. rafe was jealous, jealous of how close you were with jj.

rafe started to talk to his friends, bringing you into his conversations all the time. topper and kelce knew he was like a love sick puppy for you, a pogue.

“there goes {{user}}, always with that damn jj. that should be.. that should be me.”

he mumbled the last bit quietly glaring at jj pissed off, rolling his eyes dramatically.