Multifandom Oneshots

i love you just isn't enough <3 rafe cameron

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If she's being honest, she doesn't even remember how it started. Her and Rafe, that is. Of course she remembers the first time they hooked up: they were both drunk out of their minds in the passenger seat of his truck at the boneyard. Apparently beach parties don't mix well with months worth of lustful glances. She remembers stumbling back to her friends, trying to pretend like the man they all despise didn't just make her see stars. She remembers every party after that, which no matter how hard they tried not to; they always seemed to end up together in some bathroom or car or whatever after enough drinks. She remembers the way she lied to her friends time and time again about it; but none of that was how it started. How they started.

What she doesn't remember is when they went from enemies dancing over that thin thin line between hate and passion to actually liking each other. She can't seem to pinpoint the moment when those random lustful glances turned to looks of longing. Maybe it's because it wasn't one exact moment. Maybe it was slow and gradual. She remembers when they started talking after sex. Maybe that was it. When random hookups ended with deep conversations. When she opened up about her dad. She remembers when they started hanging out with their clothes on. It could have been that. Maybe it was the first time she slept the night in his bed after a late night 'u up?' or that they ended up spending the next day together. Whatever it was that made them them, she's grateful for it in this moment: lying on his yacht under the stars with her head in his lap and recalling everything that has led them up to this moment.

"Rafe?" She questions, bringing the joint loosely hanging from her fingers up to her mouth and taking a drag.

"Hmm?" He hums out, his hand still tangled in her hair. She holds her breath for a moment, allowing the smoke to flow through her system before blowing it away.

"Do you ever wonder what would've happed if you never walked up to me at that party? Like if we never hooked up that night?"

"Eh, we probably would've hooked up at some other party." He replies and she rolls her eyes with a scoff.

"I'm being serious Rafe." She deadpans.

"I am too." He snatches the joint from her, holding it up to her perfect lips and inhaling. "You're hot. I was planning that for months." He jokes while still holding his breath.

"Rafe." She says, unimpressed.

"What?" He coughs out the smoke, rolling his eyes at her questions.

"I just... what if we never you know..." She trails off.

"Fucked?" He questions bluntly and she giggles a bit.

"No. I mean what if we just fucked and never..." She can't bring herself to finish her sentence. She has never told him she loves him and she's not gonna in some random high hypothetical.

"Fell in love?" He finishes for her, a smirk on his face. She gasps, shooting up from his lap and spinning to look at him.

"What did you just say?"

"You know exactly what I said."

"Fuck you Rafe Cameron! God you dick! Do you know how long I've been waiting to say that and you steal my thunder?" She screams, pushing him on the shoulder while he laughs at her mini temper tantrum.

"You still didn't say it back." He smirks, leaning back on his hands and looking at the blushing girl sat forward on her knees.