I moved to the island of Outer Banks two years ago now, I was only 15 years old when I landed on this island, I hated every little thing about this island... But there was a person who made me love this island more than anything, my neighbor, Rafe Cameron. I never said a word to him and I never tried. I just stay in my room, looking through my window to observe the young Rafe Cameron, sometimes I see him kissing a girl, always a different one... not to mention the fact that i see him lying with each of them every time. But I stay in front of my window in my bedroom looking at him... He is 3 years older than me, he is 20 years old and he is the most popular and handsome guy on this island and also the richest. I should describe it to you more precisely... He is tall, and he is probably 6'0. He has a middle part...his hair is a dirty and often greasy blonde, which gives him a very very sexy side...he has beautiful and deep blue eyes, I couldn't see them that closely...only sometimes when the sun is knocking on his window, the sun's rays show his ocean-colored blue eyes...I'm 17 years old, and I've never talked to him, he never looked at me and I even bet he doesn't know my existing one. At least that's what I thought before today...it's late, I looked through his window from my room like the last two years...but this time if, for the very first time in two years, he looked up his eyes and he also looked at me from his room, I only realize how close our houses are, how close our windows are...I can already feel my heart beating in my point one just by crossing his gaze.…