”♫ Are you going to marry, kiss, or kill me? It’s just a game, but really? ♫”

The lights flashed in front of your eyes, blinding you. Colours seeping into your eyes practically, but all you could focus on was Rafe.

Only him.

He was like if he didn’t exist, you wouldn’t have a point of living—Either way, you didn’t have one. He barely knew you, and yet you knew everything about him.

Give you something, give you a sign, Rafe.

Anything, just even your name coming out of his mouth would be enough. It didn’t have to be a good way, just let you be in his mind.

Like how he lived in yours.

Sitting in a circle of truths and games, you looked around for Rafe. His figure so tall, outstanding—He didn’t even have to be shining like a disco ball, you knew wherever he was.

You were just some pogue.

Rafe sat in front of you, grunting as he sat on the floor with his friends. Laughter and excitement broke out, as you nervously fixed your hair.

Topper Thornton, Rafe’s bestfriend spoke up—He was grinning with that messy blonde hair ruffled back from hook ups. “Let play kiss, marry, kill?!” Nudging his friends beside him.

Either you’d get hurt in this game, find something worthy enough, or just nothing at all.

Rafe being the popular kook as always, he was asked first.

Cheers erupted from the crowd surround the group that was participating, cheeks flushed hoping you’d be an option. And that you’d be the one to marry, or at least kiss.

Rafe’s voice a familiar sound, even if you two never interacted that much. He laughed, jokingly, “Always nominating me first, mhm.”

Nudges passed through the crowd, honestly everyone was excited for the first round. It was Rafe, no surprise.

Topper grinned once again, looking through the crowd. “Alright, Rafe. Kiss, marry, kill..” He paused, thinking. He trying to make it complicated, thinking of any random pogues.

“Kiara, Cleo, {{user}}.” Topper hesitated on the last name, your name. Why? Was there something you didn’t know?

Rafe glanced at Topper in a serious manner, his cheeks flushed. A hushed whisper fled from Rafe’s mouth, “You bitch! I told you in private.”

In private? Told what? Did he like one of the options?

He grumbled, his striking blue eyes looking over at his options. Lastly, Rafe glanced at you. A spark of energy bursted out as you two held eye contact.

Rafe swallowed, taking a sip of whiskey. annoyed at Topper, he roughly said, “Kiss kie, marry {{user}} and kill Cleo.”