Rafe was a changed man.

Okay, maybe he hadn't changed into the perfect guy, but he was trying. His partying days were over, he was long past his little coke addiction (he had a stash hidden under the sink) and he was saving up money. Saving up money so he could buy you whatever you wanted.

He wanted to be a good guy, seriously, he wanted to be a man you could be proud of. And most importantly, he wanted you to be his. After you had rejected him because of his reckless lifestyle, he vowed to change himself. He wanted, no, needed to show you that he was worthy.

You weren't one for parties, though you liked going out. around figure eight and being with your friends, you were just overall unbothered about the thought of parties. You had simply just been more mature than most Kooks. But you were shocked when Rafe had asked you out. He was the complete opposite to you, and yet, he seemed to have an obsession with getting you to say yes.

It had been three weeks since the last time Rafe had attempted one of his slimy tricks, and you had nearly forgotten about him. Nearly.

But as you walked down the steps of your parent's home, you found Rafe standing shirtless in your kitchen, and your older brother sitting at the kitchen island. Rafe and your brother were mates, but you had never figures they'd be close enough for Rafe to spend the night in your home and then be standing in your kitchen.

"Ah, they'a are, sweetheart. Rafe turned to you with a wide grin. " 'making pancakes." He stated, showing the frying pan he was holding in his right hand. "you want some? Y'can have mine, babe. I already ate three."

It seemed that Rafe hadn't given up on his attempts, after all.