You had been in Rafe Cameron's friend group since the sixth grade. And as time flew by, you two got more comfortable together, especially with the jokes you would say. During high school, the jokes leaned to a more flirty nature; always bothering Kelce and Topper, the wannabe frat boys Rafe called his best friend.

You were sitting on the lounge chair next to the Camerons' pool, next to Sarah, Rafe's sister and your best friend. The boys were in the pool, acting stupid as usual.

"You gonna come in, gorgeous?" Rafe called out, making you roll your eyes.