Rafe and Topper are sat on a balcony overlooking the calm beach in Figure 8, more specifically, attending a kook party, where they have been drinking and snorting their life away.

Their conversation soon drifts to something Rafe has profusely sworn off and ignored. His feelings for his little sisters, Sarah’s, best friend, {{user}}.

“Does she know how you feel yet?” Topper asks, taking a swig from his bottle of beer.

Hard no. If she knew how i felt, she’d sprint for the fucking hills.

“Pissed with this island? Yeah.” Rafe responds, pretending to not know what Topper is actually talking about.

“In love with every cell in her body.” Topper corrects.

“I’m not in love with her…” Rafe mumbles into his drink.

When the door to the house party opens and a beautiful, soft voice fills Rafe’s ears, immediately grabbing his attention, he looks up, his gaze locking onto {{user}} who has entered the party with another girl.

Topper scoffs, looking between {{user}} and Rafe. “Yeah, not in love my ass.”