Rafe Cameron Blurbs

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Rafe was honestly scared when he saw you storm into his room. He had no idea what he had done wrong. He was trying his best with you, not wanting to do anything wrong to ruin your relationship because he knew you were wary of him due to the rumors that he was an asshole who treated girls like shit. It wasn't entirely true. If he didn't like a girl, he wasn't the nicest when they didn't get the hint that he wasn't interested, but with someone he truly cared for like you, he tried his damn hardest to please you. He did the same thing with his father, but it didn't get reciprocated in the slightest. He could tell you appreciated him, but he could also tell that something in you was still holding back from fully enjoying your time with him. So when you walked into his room with a slightly unreadable look on your face, he was a little afraid.

"Okay, Rafe. I've been trying to not let this get to me because you've proved all the things people have said bad about you wrong, but I don't want to be fully in this if you aren't. So do you want to be with me or not?" you rushed out the words that have been rolling through your brain all day. You had noticed that he wouldn't be the first to message you a while ago, but recently it began to bother you. You knew he was a confident guy. You'd seen that his whole life so why wouldn't he text you first? He had to be hiding something or he just didn't care for the relationship you two had been forming recently.

"Of course, I want to be with you, y/n. I love spending time with you and being with you. What would make you think that?" he asked when he stood from his bed, his cerulean eyes stuck on you. He had been trying so fucking hard to be the best person for you and you thought he didn't want to be with you? He loved you. He hadn't told you that yet, but he knew he would soon.

"You never contact me first. I always have to. I know it isn't that big of a deal, but it's been bothering me and makes me think you aren't as into this as I am," you told him. You watched the slight blush scatter on the tall boy's cheeks while his eyes left yours to look around his room. He couldn't look at you when he was about to tell you that he, Rafe Cameron, got scared to text you first.

"I'm bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will," he muttered under his breath. You almost didn't catch the soft-spoken words but you did and you felt like shit for bringing it up or letting it get to you like you did.

"Rafe," you sighed before walking closer to him and grabbing his hand in yours. "That's okay. You just have to communicate that kinda thing with me so I know." His eyes locked back with yours and were filled with nothing but love and care. His free hand slipped into his pocket to grab his phone before he typed a quick message and sent it, causing your phone to buzz in your own pocket.

Rafe: i love you

You grinned at the message and typed out a response to him.

Y/n: i love you too baby