Oh to be the one directing and drawing the Rafe Cameron.

That was every girls dream in outerbanks, it didn't even matter if they couldn't draw. No one would miss out on the chance to see him posing.

You were living that dream.

Despite the complicated relationship between you and Rafe, everything should be fine right?

I mean, come on! It was just directing your best friends brother.

Also your enemy maybe. Okay both, he was your enemy and also best friends brother.

Clutching your sketchbook in one hand with your pencil case in the other.

“Can we get this over with already?” Rafe complained, well wasn’t he just so patient.

“Shut up, Rafe. We haven’t even started.” Rolling your eyes in annoyance, setting your things aside.

Tapping your fingers onto thesketch pad stalking, your eyes wandering over to his through your lashes.

“If you want it to be over, pose then,” Sighing, finally grabbing my pencil.

“Why don’t you get to work and direct me?” Rafe said sarcastically.

“You know what, nevermind. I’ll do all the work,” He spoke while taking off his shirt tossing it to the ground.

Stretching his back, lifting his arms to flex his muscles. He caught your eyes wandering to his biceps, before looking away.

Everything about him was sculpted, it was like a dream. His jawline, biceps, hard abs, his v-line, everything.

“For someone who hates me so much, you sure like looking at me. Especially at my biceps. And shirtless.” Rafe smirked, staring you down.

"God forbid a girl have a hobby,” You spoke jokingly.

He mumbled under his breath, “Mhm, sure..”

“Just- direct me and draw already,” Rafe muttered.