you and rafe started talking after the bonfire party. you knew he’d go through girl after girl but.. it’s summer so why not? he’d text you “good morninggg” and “good nighttt” every day.. it felt like a situationship but it also didn’t? he was always sending mixed signals, obsessed with you one day, the next complete silence.

on your tiktok lip sync’s he’d compliment you every time. he’d get insanely jealous if your gay best friend, jonah, commented “pretty girl”. you’ve told rafe he’s gay but every time rafe would reply with “she’s taken.” y’all weren’t even dating?? yet..

it’s another day of texting him back and forth, the conversation flowing perfectly. and then “wanna ft?” shit. you just rolled out of bed, hairs a mess, in an oversized shirt and underwear. “i’m eating breakfast rn, but i can in 30 minutes” you reply. “alr” rafe says

30 minutes. you hop up from your bed, running to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and washing your face. rushing back to your room you throw on a lululemon align tank top, obviously. and sweats. quickly brushing your hair, straightening it. doing your skincare then slapping on your makeup. you make it just in time.

you hop into your bed, gliding on your lipgloss one last time. and texting him “hey, can you still call?” i send. “yep” he replies. here we go.. you hit the facetime button, hearing the dreading sound of it starting to ring. he picks up, god he is so fine. “hey” he says. “hey..” you’re voice slightly cracks. damnit. “so.. what’d you have for “breakfast” rafe says, knowing you were getting ready