Rafe Cameron/Drew Starkey Imagines

Partners in Crime - Rafe Cameron Pt. 1

Author's Note: i did not make this moodboard, I got it on tumblr from @wanderingpogue

*** I do not condone Rafe's actions in any way. This is just an imagine about how I imagine dating Rafe would be.
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Dating Rafe brought a sense of freedom that I never thought I'd ever feel. Being a Kook, your image and behavior is always being put under the microscope. I was always told by my parents, "you can't do that" or "you can't wear that" and "you have to come to this event." I always thought having money and a prominent name would bring more freedom, but the truth is, it doesn't.

At least it was that way until I found Rafe. Our families had been friends for many years, but it wasn't until our senior year of high school that we really noticed each other. I didn't make it easy for him to win me over. I definitely played hard to get, but for Rafe, the chase it what makes it worth it. Rafe loves a challenge, and I gave him just that.

He finally made a grand gesture by asking me out with candles spelling out "Will You Be My Girl?" on the sand on our spot on the beach followed by a picnic with some of his father's wine and watching the stars that blanketed the ocean. It was perfect.

And the rest was history. We were inseparable and invincible. We had a love that outsiders envied and we wouldn't have it any other way.

I was snapped from my thoughts when Rafe pulled a wheelie on his dirt bike, making my arms immediately tighten around his torso and a laugh escape my lips. He put the bike back down and sped up, making the wind blow my hair back even harder.

As we rode towards the Cameron residence, I rested my cheek against my boyfriend's back and admired the view of the ocean and the palm trees that were lit up by the night sky, the waves crashing and washing up over the shore, the sound of it reaching my ears and calming my senses with the graceful sound.

The engine of the dirt bike cut off as we parked in front of Rafe's family home. We simultaneously got off the seat of the bike and I watched as Rafe took off his helmet and fluffed his hair that was flattened by the head gear. He smirked at me as he caught me watching him and planted a kiss on my lips.

He took my hand in his and we walked inside the beautiful home. As soon as we opened the door, we were met by his father, a look of disappointment on his face. I felt Rafe tense up and squeeze my hand. I looked up at him and noticed him pulling his top lip between his teeth, a habit he performs when he's nervous.

"We need to talk, Rafe," Ward told him, gesturing for Rafe to follow him.

Rafe sighed before turning to me. "Stay here," he calmly said, letting go of my hand before following his dad.

I decided to wait on their living room couch, making my way over to the expensive furniture and watching the fire that was burning in the fireplace.

I could hear faint yelling coming from what I assumed was Ward's office as Rafe was clearly being berated. I wondered what Ward found out about Rafe that would cause such a bereavement to take place. I worried about my boyfriend, as I was well aware of the place Ward held in Rafe's life and the toll it took on Rafe every time he disappointed his father.

That didn't stop Rafe from doing what he wanted, though, as we were always getting into trouble. We often participated in activities both of our parents would be disappointed to be aware about, between doing cocaine regularly, crashing parties, getting drunk on the beach and running from the cops. Whatever trouble we got into, we always did it together. That was one of the things I loved most about our relationship. It was fun and it was dangerous, and above all, it was addicting.

Suddenly the yelling stopped and I didn't even have time to blink before Rafe rushed towards me, grabbing my hand and pulling me up before saying, "Let's go."