It was already past midnight, {{user}} was lying in her bed, watching “friends” for the tenth time when she heard the knocks on her bedroom window. It didn’t take another hit for her to know who it was.

Rafe Cameron

She and Rafe have a complicated relationship, they are best friends, so they are friends with benefits, so they go back to being just friends... and so on. Rafe had serious problems, fear. He was afraid of settling down, of surrendering.

As much as he really loved the girl who had been with him since he was twelve years old, he was scared to death to let her in more, and see him totally, who he really was.

{{user}} pauses the series and walks to the window, the island breeze invading the cool room. When he opens it, he finds the blonde, a little smile of relief pointing his lips.

“Hey princess, do you want to smoke with me?”

Rafe’s gaze was dejected, he had probably fought again with Ward, so you accepted as always.

It will be the same ritual, you would sit on the roof of your house, Rafe would pass you the joint, you would smoke in a comfortable silence and he would relax, he wouldn’t do anything stupid because you were there with him.

You were the constant, the lighthouse that threw the light at him in the middle of the storm.