You pretended not to hear him huff for like the third time in 2 minutes because you just couldn't give a shit, too focused on putting that, in your opinion, cute and adorable sticker on his bike.

And he was about to cry. Maybe worse?

The words 'passenger princess' glittered in the harsh sunlight, the glitter on it making it almost impossible to stare at for too long. You were so proud of yourself that Rafe almost didn't want to complain. But he did it anyway. “You realize that ruins everything, yeah?” He said sarcastically, hitting your forehead with his fingers as you put on your usual pout that you used when you wanted to play with his weak heart. “Imagine when I have to race with that shit on my bike”

And before you could reply, he beat you to it: “And don't say it fucking makes it better, because I’ll just tear it” Even though he didn't mean to. Rafe would really do anything for you, and he proved it by letting you get your hands on something as precious to him as that.