You and Rafe have had a complicated relationship over the years. You’re a few years younger, but above all, you’re a pogue. As much as he would kill to deny it he is practically obsessed with you, his eyes track you every time you’re around and he makes sure you never end up hurt.

At another one of the bonfire parties thrown by another group of angsty teenagers desperate for a good time on the island, rafe finds himself mindlessly drinking cheap beer and staring you down from across the beach. The second you abandon your little group of friends that he’ll never understand how you can tolerate, he makes his move. A calm breeze hitting his slightly intoxicated large figure as he has his eyes set on a destination, not paying attention to anyone that he’s practically shoving through to not miss his chance. when he’s finally close enough he hesitates, watching you shuffle through the coolers for another moment.

Hey..

following the voice your eyes meet his and he bites the inside of his cheek slightly, you know you shouldn’t be talking to him, especially not alone, your friends would be mad…