Rafe Cameron Blurbs

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"Sarah!!" you squealed before running into the arms of your boyfriend's sister who had become one of your good friends. You were especially glad to see her as she was one of the few you knew at this party Rafe had brought you to. The spritely girl held you tightly against her before hiccuping right in your ear. So she had definitely had something to drink and was feeling the effects of it as well.

"Y/n! Oh my God, I'm so glad you're here. Where's Rafe?" You turned after her question expecting to see the boy in question behind you but he was off talking to a couple of guys you'd seen before but didn't know their names. Sarah's line of sight followed yours and saw the answer to her own query.

"Sarah! Come here!" you heard some other blonde yell over the music sounding in the house, recognizing her from some pictures on Sarah's Instagram. Sarah grabbed your hand to drag you along with her. As she and her friend talked to one another, someone else came up to talk.

"Hey, I'm Drake. I've never seen you around here before," the tall boy introduced himself, a cup in hand and bright green eyes focused on you.

"Um yeah, I'm y/n. Parties aren't really my scene," you answered him while you looked everywhere but at him. He didn't make you uncomfortable but it was obvious he took an interest in you further than just being friends and you were clearly taken. As you tried to think of a way out, he spoke up again.

"We can get out of here. The stars look really nice out back," he suggested, taking a step closer to you. You turned to one side and saw that Sarah's friend had pulled her away so it truly was just you and this Drake dude.

"I-"

"There you are, baby," Rafe's voice broke through the thumping music before his arms circled your waist and his lips landed on your cheek. You couldn't see it but his blue eyes glared into the green ones that were just eyeing you which were now wide in surprise. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

"Sarah dragged me off then left me and then I met Drake. He's a nice guy." That last sentence was your way of telling Rafe to not cause a scene and let the poor boy go. He was innocent and didn't know you were in a relationship. Rafe knew if someone was bothering you, you'd tell him so he nodded his head before pressing his lips to the top of yours.

"Well thanks, man," Rafe told him as Drake waved to you both and left.

"I was waiting for you to come find me," you said, your hand slipping down to lock your fingers with his, "jealous bitch." He chuckled at your nickname for him as his lips finally found yours.

"You love me," he reminded you, peppering kisses all over your face.

"That I do."