The pogues and you decided you wanted a beach day, and coincidentally, Rafe and his friends were also there. You had never verbally stated your attraction to him, but you were pretty sure almost anybody could’ve guessed with how you tensed up or seemed quieter and clumsier whenever he was close.

Taking off your top and shorts, you looked over to the pogues who were already splashing and practically drowning each other. You giggled while settling down onto your beach towel before applying sunscreen and laying down on your stomach with a book in hand. Even though your book was very interesting, the sight in front of you was much more enticing. Rafe was currently riding a pretty common wave, yet you could not stop staring. You adjusted your book, hoping to hide that you were practically ogling at the Cameron boy. he was far enough out that you couldn’t make out the details. However, you still caught the way his hair stuck to his face, the way his body twisted with the rhythm of the wave, and the way he… kept turning his head towards you? No, you were probably being delusional.

JJ and John B had come back to sit beside you, zoning out. Your gaze lingered on Rafe behind, talking to his friends, probably beaming with pride and confidence, already seeming to rave about the wave he just rode. Eventually, you needed to empty out your blabber. You dreaded getting up, fully aware that the beach bar was situated just behind the kooks; it meant walking past Rafe. Seeing no sign of him, you excused yourself from JJ and John B. You almost made it until you bumped into Rafe coming out of the bathroom.

”Hey, {{user}}”. You freeze up for a second, caught off guard, before composing yourself and turning around. Immediately drawn to him, you couldn’t help but notice how his hair had dried in quite a messy way, his slightly squinted eyes, and the slight smirk splayed across his face.

”How are you?'' he questions before you have the chance to greet him back.