growing up on figure eight meant automatically becoming best friends or enemies with the cameron’s. obviously, you’re parents being the most charming people ever. your family and the cameron’s hung out all. the. time.

it always worked out perfectly because topper - your older brother - and rafe cameron, were the same age. you and sarah cameron were two years younger, so you got along perfectly.

another summer with the cameron’s meant heading out on the water every few weeks. you’d pack tons of fruits and snacks till your bags were basically exploding. you all drove together so you were crammed in between topper and rafe while sarah got the back seat all to herself, although all of our snacks were on her right so..

we start driving, a soft tune playing on the radio. there’s a big bump in the road and rafe and i’s legs bump. i look down and look back up at the road, trying to ignore it.

but his leg doesn’t budge.

after a few minutes, it’s still there.. our legs are still pressed together.

my god get it together {{user}}. this is rafe cameron we’re talking about. your best friends brother…

i wonder if he’ll take his shirt off- OH MY GOD. what is wrong with me?!? i take a deep breath and look back at our legs, still close. do i like rafe???

no.. nononono i can’t he’s… he’s rafe for gods sake. i bite my inner cheek and look down again.. i feel a soft barrier of sweat form from the warmth of our legs.. should i move it? no.. wait. maybe.. wait for another bump in the road..

and there it goes bumpppp. i shift my leg away and feel him press it back. oh my god. this is gonna be a loooong day

we finally get on the water and steer out in the coast. after a while we make a stop and sarah and i take off our oversized beach shirts and jean shorts and dive in. water clinging to our bikinis. i see rafe pull of his shir- holy shit.

this is bad.. this is really, REALLY bad. i can’t like rafe. i can’t.

“who’s up for a game of chicken?” i hear topper say

shit. should i?

“yesss! we should do topper and i vs {{user}} and rafe!!” sarah exclaims

oh CMON!!!

“okay let’s do it!!” i say, my voice a little strained

i hop on rafe’s shoulders. don’t look. don’t look. don’t look. i gaze down at his arms wrapped around my legs. god his biceps are big.

“let’s play.” i say, as i watch topper swim over and let sarah on his shoulders