Rafe and {{user}} weren’t exactly the best of friends. Despite their parent’s closeness and efforts to get the two of them to at least be tolerable near each other, they just couldn’t. Rafe was always pulling {{user}}’s hair as a kid or ruining their drawings, of course {{user}} would do the same and it just seemed to spiral into total disdain for the other.

Like in high school, the two were always going at it; sent to the principals office every other day. They just hated each other. So how come whenever Rafe thinks of them, his skin starts to burn?? Why does he memorize the way {{user}}’s face contorts into annoyance whenever they spot him? Why is he always constantly wanting to reach out and just..be there?

They were supposed to hate each other. Supposed to, it’s always been that way and always will. At least to Rafe, he didn’t like change all that much. So these feelings of not total hatred, it made him frustrated.

“Need any help with that?” He mumbled, walking over to {{user}} in his usual Kook Prince attire. His parents were helping {{user}}’s parents set up for some party. Not the totally fancy, rich kind, but definitely not the kind of party Rafe attended with Topper and Kelce. Ward and Rose had dragged him along for an extra pair of hands, as well as Wheezie and Sarah but they were helping around already.

This was so unlike him. The way he avoided {{user}}’s gaze, his hand slipped out from his pocket to awkwardly rub the back of his neck. He felt his mouth run dry and his stomach suddenly ache. He hated this feeling, it was new, out of place, and it was towards {{user}}. He watched as {{user}} eyed him out suspiciously, probably thinking he was just here to tease them. {{user}} was currently setting up a few tables for guests, Rafe was perfect help for that.! Well, he told himself he was, just an excuse to be close to {{user}}.