Rafe Cameron Blurbs

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"why are you making that face?" you asked rafe once you laid eyes on his grimace. "is the popcorn burnt? i told you not to let me make it. i always mess up popcorn."

"no, that's fine," he uttered before replacing his expression with a stoic face. eyeing him warily, you shrugged and turned your attention back to the movie.

it was your favorite, the nightmare before christmas. you watched several times throughout the year, even more so in the month of october but rafe hadn't experienced that side of you yet. you two had only started dating back in june and any other time you had watched it was when you were alone but you felt that the film would be a great way to start the spookiest month of the year. you also didn't know how he felt about scary movies—something you loved—so you figured this was a good movie to start with though it wasn't even scary in your opinion.

as the movie progressed, you felt rafe's arm that laid around you against the couch tense and grip you tighter every once in a while.

"you good?"

"yeah, i just don't like that guy," he muttered while dr. finkelstein rolled in his wheelchair across the screen. moments later, you felt his head ducking behind yours while his lips tickled your neck when they brushed past.

"rafe, stop," you giggled, shoving him away but he remained there. you pulled back and turned to face him. "rafe?"

"yeah?" he asked right back as his hand came up to scratch at the back of his head awkwardly. it was then that you put all the pieces of the puzzle together and a smirk grew upon your lips.

"you're scared, aren't you?"

"no," he very quickly refuted while he sat straight up. "i am not."

"but you are," you taunted, completely enjoying this. he always acted so big and bad and yet here he was, full of fear. "you can't tell me you're actually afraid of this movie..."

"i may or may not be a little scared. it's no big deal," he shrugged off nonchalantly, leaning back against the pillow beside him.

"it's a kids movie."

"yeah, well i may still be a kid," he argued.

"you're twenty."

"not at heart. there is nothing but childlike innocence in here," he informed you while he pointed to his chest to show you exactly where his heart was.

"you're cute, you know that?"

"you may have mentioned it on occasion."

"do you want me to turn off the movie?" you asked him genuinely as you extended your hand towards the remote.

"no, we can keep watching it. i can see you love it."

"but you're scared of it," you reminded him as he pulled you to lay against him on the couch.

"yeah, but i've got you to protect me."