It was summertime in outerbanks, a short period of time where it felt like anything was possible.

Rafe has been your best friend since childhood due to your unhealthy obsession with sleeping over at his house just about every weekend because of his sister. He always just tagged along, and you didn't mind it.

Until things got weird.

You guys kissed at a party once about three months ago. Both drunk, of course, and never spoke about it again.

Rafe Cameron was turning into someone you cared about more as a friend, as a lover. Every time he said your name casually, time stopped, and your heart as well. You could never tell him your true feelings because your friendship was too special to screw up if you got rejected, so you concluded a plan. Let him come to you.

You did practically everything to try and spark his interest, buying fancy dresses and clothes, doing your makeup bolder, everything under the sun you could possibly think off. Was it working? Nope.

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

There had to be something that would make him interest you. You were practically going crazy every time you saw him. Hands shaking, you can't explain. How could he sit there and not notice how inlove you are? It was tearing you absolutely apart. You finally came up with the solution that you had been dreading. Coming clean.

A few days later, you find yourself at a party with Sarah, you plan to confess here with a few shots of liquid courage you walk up to him as he leans against the bar waiting for his drink

"Hey, Rafe, can I tell you something?"

"You aren't confessing your love for me, are you? he chuckles, taking the drink in hand from the bartender

"Actually, im afraid I am."