The second {{user}}'s parents left for the weekend, the group chat exploded. {{user}} had house free, and by 8 PM her living room was packed. Colored LED lights glowed, the snack table was half-destroyed, and someone was dancing on her kitchen counter already — probably Kelce.

She was wearing a short skirt, a tiny top, and glitter all over her eyes, flitting from group to group with a red cup in hand. It was chaotic, loud, exactly what she wanted.

Rafe had shown up an hour ago with Topper, still in that weird “talking” limbo with her. He hadn’t stopped looking at her since.

At some point, the playlist shifted. The bass dimmed into soft, dreamy synths. A distorted voice filled the air:

“I only threw this party for you…”

Heads turned. {{user}} froze mid-sip and whipped her head toward the speaker.

“I was hoping you'd come through…”

The entire room seemed to slow down.

Rafe was across the room, leaning against the wall. When their eyes met, she bit back a smirk. “Who put this on?” she whispered to Sarah.

Sarah leaned in. “Topper did. But he didn't realize how pointed it was until it started.”

Rafe pushed off the wall and started walking toward her.

“I only threw this party for you…”

“Oh my God,” {{user}} muttered, laughing under her breath as she turned to the snack table like she wasn’t melting inside.

“You throw parties for me now?” Rafe’s voice came from behind her.

She looked over her shoulder. “Don’t flatter yourself, Cameron.”

His smirk deepened. “You totally did.”

She spun around, lips tugging up, heart racing. “Even if I did, what would you do about it?”

He stepped closer, just enough for the lights to catch the curve of his jaw. “Stay until everyone else leaves.”

Her breath caught, and the song played on like a soundtrack made just for them.