There had always been a certain tension between you and Rafe, and it only worsened as time passed. Every time you and your friends got together, there would always be an argument or some sort of teasing, and it was obvious to everyone how much you both cared. But neither of you hated each other. Today was especially bad. Rafe was in a shitty mood over something with his dad from the night before, and you were overly exhausted. It was like a nuclear war waiting to happen. You and Rafe had zero clue why you agreed to be with the group, and yet there you both were, around the Cameron’s pool as the sun quickly set. The others chatted among each other while you and Rafe sat near the edge of the pool, making sure to keep a distance. You’d been quietly bickering about something dumb for the past 10 minutes, and you were fed up.