rafe was mean and cold, he made fun of your pogue friends, your personality, your looks, even though deep down he always thought you were beautiful. your families were close so although you hated eachother you were still always forced to him since childhood. one weekend, your families go to your shared beach-house on the other side of the island. that morning you get sick. he walks in and sees you, tangled in the your bedsheets, your room dark.

“god your lazy” he chuckles out, teasing.