gusts of cold wind blew from outside into the window of sarah cameron’s bedroom, making you shiver. a sleepover with your best friend was always a great idea, right? tonight’s adventure turns out even better

sarah and {{user}} always had a close relationship, hanging out together. wherever one went, the other followed. sarah’s older brother, rafe though? he absolutely hated you, and {{user}} hated him back

looking through your bag, wondering where your pjs had gone. gosh, i swear i packed them.. didn’t i? emptying the bag, seeing nothing but other items in your bag, looking over at sarah

“hey, do you have like an extra shirt i could borrow?”

“they’re being washed, go ask rafe”

sarah glanced over at you, adjusting her blankets and pillows. she knew you hated each other and you’d rather die than wear his clothes but clearly you’re desperate to not sleep in uncomfortable clothes

walking over to rafes room, seeing him sat on his bed, against his headboard. quickly knocking on his door, as he looked up. rafes expression darkened seeing you, but before that happened a flicker of.. surprise? was it in a good way, or bad?

“so.. hi, rafe can i borrow a shirt or..?”

rafe rolled his eyes, glancing over at his closet.. why was the girl he hated and hated him back asking for a shirt. at least you weren’t some stranger, and that you were his sisters best friend

“forgot a shirt? that’s pathetic of you.. whatever, grab a shirt in my closet.”

doing so, opening his closet door while trying to not roll your eyes at rafe, grabbing a random shirt from the top shelf. suddenly, a pile of pictures and letters fell onto the floor piling around your feet

looking down at the bunch of photos and letters and seeing.. your face on all of the pictures? and all of the letters said ”to {{user}}”? what was all of this

rafe jumped out of his bed, standing up and rushing over and pushed you out of the way.. his cheeks turned a lightish pinky red hue, flustering. he bent down to pick up everything hiding it from you

“don’t. look.”