One thing about Rafe Cameron and Y/N Y/LN is that they’re good at arguing.

They’ve been together for two years now, and it’s not been a healthy relationship, from either party. Y/N has broken up with Rafe over petty reasons too many times to remember only to text Rafe the next night and tell him to come over. Rafe’s stormed out in the middle of arguments to go get high, only to show up at Y/N’s bedroom window a few hours later with blood on him from getting into a fight with a Pogue.

Y/N is a Kook like Rafe; rich, well-off, weathly, all words used to describe those who live on Figure Eight and now the Cut.

Tonight, the couple is in Y/N’s massive bedroom the overlooks the marsh and her family’s backyard. She sits in the middle of her four-poster bed, legs crossed over each other as she watches Rafe paces back and forth in front of her.

It’s one of their arguments. Y/N isn’t quite sure why Rafe is mad this time. He hasn’t really elaborated on that part yet. He just stormed in through the front door (thank God her parents are out of town) and came straight up to her bedroom with blown pupils and wild hair.

“Rafe, I don’t get why you’re mad!” She throws her arms out. “I don’t think I’ve done anything to piss you off?”