You were Sarah Cameron best friend. Ever since the both of you had met, back in kindergartens, you had been inseparable doing everything you possibly could together, meaning you were always at her house.

Yet Rafe, her older brother, couldn’t stand you, the two of you hated each other, making snide comments, shooting each other mean glances, and avoiding each other.

This weekend, there was been a party at the Cameron’s house, mainly because it was massive, and Ward had gone out of town with Rose.

You and Sarah had gotten ready together, you looked perfect, dressed in a little black dress catching everyone attention.

Eventually you’d gotten fed up with the party, sneaking inside and finding your way up on the rooftop, hiding away.

“Not enjoying my party?” Rafe says, catching you off guard with his sudden arrival and deep voice. He rolls his eyes as he watches you ignore him, staying leant against the banister not saying anything.

“Dress is a bit short, trying to impress someone?” He asks, stepping forward putting his hand on the small of your back and taking a swift from his beer.