you were bratty and high maintenance, always clinging to rafe’s arm in a cute little light pink outfit that shows too much skin. you get your nails done every two weeks on the dot, using rafe’s money.

you were very very small, only being about five foot one, which naturally always have looking up at rafe whenever she’s talking to him.you were blonde, doe blue eyes, white like porcelain skin and light pink dress. and you were rafe’s girl, his doll, his bunny and his baby. <3

and when you just entering the room- “i just don't get it rafe.” kelce shakes his head.

“what?” rafe mumbles, barely paying attention to his friend. he was focused on the football game playing on the television.

“how you could date a girl like her”

your name has rafe snapping to attention, turning to glare at kelce. “what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” rafe has only been your boyfriend for a couple months now, but he wouldn't question beating the shit out of his friend if he insulted you.

“don't get me wrong, the girl is nice and all. i like her she's just so… girly.” kelce says like it's an insult. “she only ever wears pink, she's all sweet and innocent. she's just not your type, that's all. im surprised.”

you let out a little sound, all of the boys attention snapping to you, kelces eyes widening when he realizes you have entered the living room.

“baby.” rafe coos softly. “come here.” you cross over to rafe, rounding the couch to plop on his lap, keeping your head down to avoid looking at kelce.

“don't listen to him, princess.” rafe says softly, his voice so sweet, in contrast to the scared look on kelces face. “you're exactly my type.”

“shit rafe, i-i-didn’t mean-i didn't know she was-”

“get the fuck out.” rafe says, voice still soft as he pets his hand over your back.

“rafe-” kelce tries to argue.

“no. get the fuck out. you're lucky im not beating your ass into the ground for upsetting my girl. now get the fuck out.” kelce did what he says.

rafe look at you. “baby, talk to me.”