Rafe Cameron Imagines

The Scavenger Hunt🤍

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon at the chateau, the kind of day where the world outside felt distant, and all you wanted was to stay in, away from the heat of the sun. You were curled up on the couch with a book, enjoying the rare quiet moment, when you heard Rafe's voice calling out from the other room.

"Hey, love, I need your help with something!"

You put your book down, already curious. Rafe was never one to ask for help unless he had some sort of crazy plan in mind. You stood up, stretching, and walked into the living room to find him holding a roll of paper and a mischievous grin.

"What's this?" you asked, eyeing the paper suspiciously.

"Scavenger hunt," he said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "I've made a list of things for you to find around the house."

You raised an eyebrow. "A scavenger hunt? For me? Is this your idea of a fun Saturday?"

"Absolutely," Rafe said, a wink in his eye. "But here's the twist. If you find everything on the list, I'll give you a prize."

You crossed your arms, pretending to be unimpressed. "A prize? What kind of prize are we talking about here?"

His grin widened, and he leaned in a little closer. "A surprise prize," he said, making it sound even more mysterious. "But only if you can find everything. It's not going to be easy."

You rolled your eyes. "You're such a dork, but fine. Let's see what you've got."

Rafe handed you the list, and you glanced at it, laughing at the first item.

"Find my favorite pair of socks," you read out loud. "Seriously?"

"Oh, don't underestimate those socks," Rafe said, holding up a finger. "They're key to unlocking my secret power."

You shook your head, laughing. "Alright, challenge accepted."

You began your search, opening drawers and checking under the couch cushions, all while Rafe followed you around, giving vague hints that were mostly just distractions. He was clearly enjoying watching you run around the house, trying to find what he'd hidden.

After you found the socks in a pile of laundry (which had Rafe laughing at your reaction), you moved on to the next item: "A picture of us when we were younger."

You stopped in front of the framed photos on the mantle and smiled when you found one of the two of you at a beach party, looking ridiculously young and carefree. You showed it to him with a victorious smile.

"Boom. Easy."

Rafe rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright, that was a good one. But the next item's trickier."

You raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? What's the next item?"

Rafe pulled out another slip of paper, dramatically reading aloud, "Find the one thing in the house I can't live without."

You stared at him, narrowing your eyes. "You're such a weirdo. Is it your guitar or something?"

"Nope," he said, crossing his arms. "Not the guitar."

You groaned, checking the kitchen, then the garage, and finally landing in his bedroom, where you spotted it: a half-worn baseball glove sitting on the shelf. You picked it up with a grin, showing it to him like you'd just won a million dollars.

"The glove? Really?" you asked, laughing.

Rafe chuckled, a bit embarrassed. "I told you it's a treasure."

You moved on to the last item: "The ultimate question: What's something I've never told anyone?"

You blinked. "What kind of scavenger hunt is this?"

He shrugged. "You've almost made it to the end. Thought I'd throw in a real challenge."

You stared at him for a long moment. There was something in his eyes that made you pause. "You're really making me think, huh?"

"Guess that's the point," he said quietly, but his eyes were soft, and you could tell this last challenge meant something deeper than just a game.

You thought for a while, then smiled, walking over to the spot where he kept a stack of old journals in the corner. You flipped through the first few, grinning when you found what you were looking for—his journal from when he was a kid, filled with scribbled stories and thoughts no one had ever seen.

You pulled it out and handed it to him. "You've never told anyone about this," you said softly, your voice full of understanding.

Rafe looked down at the journal, then up at you. For a moment, he was silent, but a faint smile tugged at his lips. "Guess you're right. But I trust you."

You leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I win, right?"

He laughed softly, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah, you win. But you're not getting your prize yet."

"Why not?" you asked with a teasing smile.

Rafe pulled something out of his pocket—something small, wrapped up in a bit of cloth. "I guess I should've been more clear. This is your real prize."

You unwrapped the cloth to find a necklace—a simple silver pendant with an engraving that looked like something from an old storybook. You blinked at it, feeling a warmth spread through you.

"I... I don't know what to say," you said, a little overwhelmed by the gesture.

Rafe shrugged, his expression soft. "Just say you like it, love."

You smiled, holding the necklace in your hands. "I love it. Thank you."

Rafe gave you a wink. "Good. Now, are we gonna sit down and finish this scavenger hunt with a movie, or what?"

You both laughed as you sat back down on the couch, the scavenger hunt now over. And as you looked at the necklace around your neck, you realized the best prize was the time you got to spend with him—laughing, teasing, and making memories that were all your own.