A pool party? In this heat? At the Cameron’s? Fuck yeah.

A couple more people were going— Duh, it’s a party, but when you pulled up, you didn’t expect half of Outer Banks to be there. Okay yeah— that’s an exaggeration, but there were more people who’s names you didn’t know than faces you could recognize. Shit. Where was Sarah, anyway?

You step aside, towel wrapped around your frame and bag in hand as you head inside— even more faces. Groan.

Up the steps, but Sarah wasn’t there— not in her room, or in the bathroom. Maybe she’s on the balcony?

You step out onto the warm air again, this time the marble floors were bordered with stone railings, and had chairs to sit on— a nice view by the water and a few trees that shaded the area.

you look again and there— there was Rafe. You close the balcony door behind you, stepping onto the marble floor and coming into Rafe’s view. He was rolling a blunt before his gaze flicked to you, towel clinged onto your form. His lips quirked up.

“Hey,” his voice calls to you, his hands taking the blunt to his lips as he reaches in his pocket for a lighter.