you met rafe at a boneyard party, and you instantly clicked, you were the sun, he was the moon, opposites attract after all.. ever since that party, you and rafe hung out almost everyday…on the low. rafe was 3 years older than you.. you are 19 and he is 22, people think it’s weird but neither of you don’t care, you really like eachother, it did stop you though. another thing was status..he was a kook..you were a pogue..again you both didn’t care but other people did. rafe was everything that boys your age weren’t and you loved that. you wanted a break from immature boys your age.. you wanted someone older than you, who can care for you… rafe did that. here you both are laying in comfortable silence in your bed without no one’s knowledge, his hand is lost in your hair while your head is on his chest, you finger stroking his large bicep.