Outer Banks Imagines ~ JJ and Rafe

Rafe ~ we're not going to be friends

Wolf of Wall Street inspired

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As you wrestled with the stubborn moving boxes, you heard a knock on the doorframe. Looking up, you were surprised to see Rafe Cameron standing there, a lazy smirk on his face as he leaned casually against the doorway. 

 "Need a hand?" he asked, his gaze sweeping over the scattered boxes. 

"Oh no, I got it. Thanks though."

"Listen, why don't you let me give you the grand tour of the Island?"

"Sure, now?"

"How about tonight?"

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" you shot back, raising an eyebrow. 

"How do you already know that?"He blinked, looking momentarily caught off guard.

You folded your arms, giving him a skeptical look, "so you do have a girlfriend."

He smiles because he got caught and scratches his eyebrow nervously, "so what if I do? You and I can't be friends?"

 Your eyes narrow at him, "you want to be just friends?"

"Yeah, why not?" he replied, shrugging like it was the most casual thing in the world. But his eyes were locked on yours with an intensity that said otherwise. 

 You smirked and shook your head slightly, stepping a little closer. "We're not gonna be friends, Rafe Cameron." 

His grin widened, and he chuckled under his breath, taking a step toward you, closing the distance between you. "I guess we'll see about that, won't we?" he said, his voice low and laced with challenge. 

 You felt your heart skip a beat as he picked up one of your boxes effortlessly. He held the box easily at his side, watching you with that same smug grin as you tried to stay unaffected. But his gaze was magnetic, pulling you in despite your instincts screaming at you to keep your distance.

"So, tonight then?" he asked, his voice calm but full of that unmistakable Rafe charm. "I'll show you the best spots on the Island."

You hesitated, biting back a smile. "Does your girlfriend know about these 'tours' you offer?"

"Maybe she does. Maybe she doesn't," he replied with a mischievous shrug. "Guess you'll just have to find out."

You shook your head, unable to hold back a small laugh. "You're trouble, Rafe. I can see that already."

"And you don't like trouble?"

You gave him a long look. "Let's just say I'm not looking for it. But thanks for the help."

He didn't move, still holding the box, his eyes not leaving yours. "Just one night. Then you'll see for yourself. It's more fun here with a friend—or whatever we're calling this."

As he finally set the box down and headed back out, he glanced over his shoulder, giving you one last smirk. "Be ready at seven. I'll knock."

And just like that, he was gone, leaving you standing in your half-unpacked living room with a racing heart and a strange anticipation for what tonight would bring. Moving next to the Camerons was already turning out to be anything but boring.