rafe cameron. that’s your man. you’d been the it couple of the private school you’d both attended, stayed together ever since. you put up with his recklessness because you loved him, and because it wasnt always his fault.

tonight though, you would let loose with him. he got invited to a party, and of course you would come with. there wasnt one party he was invited to, that he wouldnt self-invite you to, too.

you’d dolled yourself up tonight, for rafe of course, but also to feel good about yourself. you’d gone through multiple dresses before finding one rafe liked (READ: approved of) and paired your outfit from that point on. rafe had stayed with you most of the night, except when he started drinking a bit much, taking too many drugs, that he got rowdy and left you.

you found him on the roof of this guys house, being dared to jump into the pool from there. it was stupid either way, especially when the pool was so far from the actual house. you had to do something, you wouldnt watch this go on without saying something.