Rafe had been your best friend since the two of you guys were quite young. Now you were both teenagers, experimenting with new things. One of Rafe’s things being coke, but he also sometimes did a couple of dealings himself.

Rafe was sat on the couch in his house, his arms resting on the back of the couch as he was man spreading. He was lucky his family went to the Bahamas. Suddenly you sit beside him. “How the fuck did you get in here?” Rafe grumbles, he’s not angry but confused.