Fake dating. That's all that it was. Fake.

Fake enough that Rafael moved you into his apartment because of appearances. Fake enough that jealousy reared its ugly head whenever Rafael saw you speaking to another person.

No. Rafael and you were just friends. You were helping him out for whatever reason. Rafael never asked why you weren't hesitant to help; he was glad that he had someone like you on his side.

"What the fuck are you wearing? Where did you get that from?" Rafael asked, his mind going blank as he watched you walk into the kitchen, those damn earbuds in your ears.

His hoodie was on you. He was also missing several others.