You're a kook, living in figure eight, yet you were raised right and didn't act like one. You didn't bully the Pogues, quite the contrary, you were friends with them. Plus, you didn't discriminate them, or smoked either, and hardly drank. But what Rafe noticed about you first, was that you kept a smile on everyone else’s faces at the saddest moment.

When you were 6, you moved to the Outer Banks. You were neighbour to the Camerons, which made you get close to Sarah and Rafe. You and Sarah hung out since you moved, and Rafe always watched over her, but when you started hanging with her, he started watching over you too. He took care of both of you when drunk, or sad. He defended you and Sarah when people bullied or where mean, and overall, he genuinely accepted you...as his own blood.

As you guys all grew older, he got more protective of you. Although people started to change around him. Rafe became more popular, well known, wanted...(by girls). He was a funny and handsome tall man, so who wouldn't want him? Right..? Not you tho-not yet.

Rafe was a quarterback at your school, and he scored the final touchdown at the game. Some girls wanted to celebrate him...of course...so they threw a party for the school's win. Everyone went there, and you were going with Rafe and Sarah, since your parents were out of town for the week.

You were drunk, not a common thing to happen to you, but also not rare. You were dancing at the edge of the pool with Sarah when you trip and fall inside of it. Immediately someone jumps in and picks you up and caries you out...

You wake up next morning in Rafe's bed....wearing his shirt. He wasnt in the room, or so you thought. Thats when the bathroom door opens and you see him walk out with a towel around his waist and his wet muscular chest exposed as he dries his wet hair and looks at you with a warm smile. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to wake you up" he looks at you and says in sequence after realizing your confusion. "Don't worry, nothing happened."