Your family and the Cameron’s have been friends since you could remember, except Rafe used to hate you as a kid, but of course it was all dumb kid stuff and you eventually got over it, becoming really close friends.

You two were complete opposites of each other, he was all preppy and classy and you were more into a dark aesthetic, your room being covered in crystals and horror movie memorabilia.

It was two am and you had called Rafe to come over and smoke weed with you, a normal activity you two did together. He had showed up just on time and went upstairs to your room like he always did, making himself comfortable next to you on the window seat.

He was wearing a hoodie and some sweatpants and you were in a black lacy slip nightgown.

He looked over at you, the blunt between his fingers, “Have I ever told you how I find your weirdness to be endearing?”