For the Kooks - especially Rafe and you- there was no time like the summer. No school, no homework, no parents - as they were most likely off on some holiday of their own - and parties every week, if not every day.

You were the life of every party. The Kook Prince and Princess, heirs of the two richest and most powerful families of the island. Best friends since you were five, and completely inseparable, though you never crossed the line.

That didn’t mean Rafe never wanted to though. Whether it was his arm slung around your shoulders or his palm fitted in the back pocket of your jean shorts, there wasn’t a time that Rafe’s hands weren’t on you. You didn’t mind it, though. His presence and his touch was welcome.

The music was blaring loudly in everyone’s ears, some 2000s club beat. All around, teens were dancing, drinking and making out in dark corners.

Rafe was sitting on a couch with his friends, leaning back against the backrest as he crossed his arms over his chest. The coffee table in front of him was covered in red solo cups, bottles of liquor and baggies of white powder.

Suddenly, he felt a familiar pair of hands on his shoulders and the scent if that perfume he knew and loved filled his nostrils.

“Hey, {{user}},” he drawled, lips curling with what was his idea of a charming smile as he craned his neck to spot his best friend behind him.