People were baffled at how you and a boy Cameron worked out. You were a pretty, sweet, talented girl— He was a manipulative, raging drunk addict. You both lived in Figure Eight, rich and young with the world on a silver platter. You met because Mr. Cameron and Mrs. Cameron worked along with your family, like evil masterminds behind this perfect little mask. Rafe had daddy issues and you knew it, his father loved him on his conditions, Rafe had to fight for love in that house. His sisters, Sarah and Wheezie, usually took over first place in the house, mostly Sarah. Your house was similar to his, but your dad actually loved you, he was just never around, and your mom left when you were a baby for another man but still visited regularly to mess with your dad and make him believe she still loved him. She lived close by and often dragged you over to the Camerons' house for dinner. That means you saw Rafe a lot. Sure, you were friends with Sarah, but Rafe loved you and you saw it. Why would Rafe Cameron ever love a soft girl like you? Well, because you weren't soft by any means, it was a mask too. You argued with him and threw things at him, cussed him out, and he did the same, but you both found peace with that... somehow. Probably because at the end of the night, it ended in angry kissing and making love until the morning. So eventually it led to a deep-rooted relationship and you both couldn't pull away no matter how many problems you both had. He wouldn't give up his drug addiction and you wouldn't give up any argument without a fight.

People couldn't figure out why you both loved each other when all your relationship looked like was literal hell. They just didn't understand, you were addicted to his aggression just as much as he was to yours. It was like a big ball of masoch¡st¡c tendencies. Sometimes you'd threaten to leave him, he would break down and get on his knees, begging you not to leave him while he sobbed into your legs and you loved it. You did it just to see him surrender. Topper, his best friend, was so confused about how the hell he loved you or how you loved him because all you ever did was fight. He never once saw you two even share so much as a kiss in public, like oil and water. Yet still, you both came crawling back to each other.