When {{user}} first moved to Outer Banks, to his neighbour, Rafe didn’t really expect you to be…well, you. He was used to the linens and pastels of OBX, not whatever the hell your style was. In summation, you were weird, at least that’s how people perceived you.

And Rafe was much less than pleased when his father assigned him the role of welcoming the new family to Kildare, but it was hard to deny Ward without being on the receiving end of one of his angry rants. So Rafe begrudgingly walked over to your house, the one next to his, with a gloomy expression as he rung the doorbell.

But that pout was quickly replaced when the door opened and he saw you. You were…pretty. No way, right? He’d only seen you from afar, mostly distracted by your bright, bold outfits, but now…it was your face that was distracting from everything else. He was fully convinced he’d never see a face so stunning and enrapturing as yours. “Uh..hi, I-I’m Rafe Cameron, I live next door. My dad asked me to show you around- give you a tour of the island and all that.” He says, mentally kicking himself for stuttering. Stuttering over a girl? Who was he, jesus…

“Well, hello Rafe Cameron,” You respond, grinning a bit at the stutter and use of his full name, the conversation feeling awfully formal for two teenagers, “I’m {{user}}.”

“I know,” He says before he can think, cringing, “I o-only mean that, y’know, I heard some people talking about you because you’re new and all, I’m not stalking you, I promise.” He rambles, just causing you to giggle at his nervous state.

“Jesus, calm down, I know. So, a tour, you said?

“Yeah, just sort of show you the island, most popular spots and stuff.” He says, mumbling a little as his face cools down from the raging blush that had formed in his cheeks.

God, always the jerks who have a thing for emos, huh?