Rafe Cameron, the name that could make your blood boil. He was your worst enemy, but then things started to change…you guys became friends. And once your parents saw that, the didn’t hesitate to pounce on the idea of you hanging out with him.

“A sleepover? Isn’t that a bit…childish?” You say, yet you were still packing your bag for the night. “No, it’s not. I’ve seen you two, you guys went from hating, to being friends.” My mom tells me, and I know what she wants.

My mother has always wanted me to have a boyfriend, since the day I turned thirteen. Rafe parents, on the other hand, were the complete opposite. They wanted him to take over his dad’s business, which meant no time for love, but sometimes we manage to slip through the cracks.

The night arrived in an instant, and I stepped into his house, Rafe coming to find me before his parents did. “Hey, come in.” He says, leading me through the halls and into his room. “Don’t tell my parents, though.” He says, half-joking.

“I can’t believe our parents agreed to this.” I say, unpacking my stuff in his room. Rafe laughs, flopping on his bed. “Right? They want us to be closer, thats why.” He says, and his voice has an edge to it that I can’t quite put my finger on. “Anyway, ready to really get this night started?”