My two lovers under one story. JJ Maybank and Rafe Cameron.
Impulsive start because I just finished rewatching OBX. A lot of the ideas came from tiktok or dialogues from other movies.
POV: Rafe toppled JJ at the Enduro Championships and he came to see you at the surf and bait shop.
Notes:
Y/N/N - your nickname
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You were working the register, counting down the cash and ready to lock up for the night, when the bell over the door chimed.
"Hey, can I help you?" You called out, not looking up at first.
"I hope so."
Your heart skipped a beat at the voice, and you froze. When you glanced up, he was standing by the door, a slight smile on his face.
"Hey, Y/N," he greeted, still smiling.
"What are you doing here?"
"What? I can't come by my local surf and bait shop?"
You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. "You could, but you wouldn't. So let's skip the small talk. Why are you here?"
He walks to the register with only the table separating you, "I wanted to talk to you, Y/N."
Your eyes narrow, "and what makes you think that I want to talk to you?"
A hint of frustration flickered across his face. "I don't get it, Y/N. What did I do to make you hate me so much? We used to have so much fun together."
"Do you need a reminder of every terrible thing you've done to my friends?"
"To your friends. Exactly. But I never did anything to you. I would never hurt you."
"It doesn't work that way, Rafe, and you know it."
His shoulders slumped slightly, as if genuinely hurt. "Where did we go wrong, Y/N?" He asks softly.
You sighed, meeting his eyes. "Why don't you take a good look in the mirror? There's your answer."
For a moment, he was silent, then a small smirk appeared. "I always liked that about you. Never afraid to get feisty."
You scoffed, shaking your head. "I'm not doing this with you right now Rafe. That charm of yours doesn't work on me anymore."
The smirk grew larger as he leans down on the table, "listen, I'd rather not do this with the Pogues sitting in the front waiting for you so come find me later. I just want to make amends with my past."
"No promises Cameron. But I'll consider it."
He nods, grinning, "it's better than a no." He straightens himself up and makes his way towards the door, "I'll see you soon Y/N/N."
"Don't call me that!" You yell after him. "Idiot," you whisper to yourself, shaking your head.
