Rafe Cameron Imagines

Late Night Drive🤍

It was one of those warm, summer nights in the Outer Banks where the stars seemed to shine just a little brighter. You and Rafe had spent the evening hanging out at the chateau, but as the night stretched on, you both found yourselves restless. The usual group of friends were doing their own thing, leaving you and Rafe alone for once.

"Wanna go for a drive?" he asked, his voice laced with the usual mischief. You looked up from where you'd been scrolling through your phone, sensing the excitement in his tone.

"Where to?" you asked, already knowing it was probably going to be somewhere ridiculous, but loving the spontaneity of it.

Rafe grinned, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes gleaming. "Wherever the road takes us."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "That's what you always say, and somehow it always ends up being a disaster."

"Oh, come on," he said, offering his signature grin. "Disasters are the best part of life. You wouldn't have it any other way."

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your jacket and followed him out to his truck. The night air was cool but comfortable, and the familiar hum of the truck engine was soothing as Rafe pulled out of the driveway.

"Do you even know where we're going?" you teased, glancing over at him.

He glanced back with a shrug, his hands gripping the wheel. "Not a clue. But the drive's half the fun."

You both laughed, the kind of carefree, easy laughter that only came when you were with someone you truly enjoyed being around. The radio was on low, the music blending with the sound of the tires on the road as Rafe took a few turns that led you into the darker, quieter parts of town.

"You know," you said after a few minutes of driving, "I always think I know every street around here, but you've managed to take me down some roads I've never even seen."

Rafe smirked, eyes twinkling as he focused on the road ahead. "That's the point. I'm full of surprises."

You glanced at him, an eyebrow quirked in playful disbelief. "Full of surprises, huh?"

He nodded, his expression suddenly turning serious for a moment. "You'd be surprised how much I've learned about this place. The hidden spots... the places where no one goes. Like this spot." He pointed to the side of the road where a small, unmarked trail led to the beach.

You gave him a curious look. "What is this place?"

He pulled over, parking the truck in front of the trail. "Just a quiet little spot. I thought we could go for a walk."

You couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness, even if it came with that edge of unpredictability. "Alright, I'm game. Let's see what you've got."

You both stepped out of the truck, the night air feeling fresh against your skin as you walked down the trail toward the beach. The sound of the waves grew louder with each step until you reached the edge of the water. The moon reflected off the surface of the ocean, casting a soft glow across the dark sand.

"This is beautiful," you murmured, taking a few steps toward the water, feeling the cool waves kiss your feet.

Rafe stood next to you, his hands in his pockets as he took in the view. "I thought you'd like it. Not too many people know about this spot."

You stood in comfortable silence for a moment, just taking it all in. The world felt so quiet here, so far removed from everything else. It was just you and Rafe, the sound of the ocean, and the stars above. It was perfect.

"So, what's next on your spontaneous adventure list?" you asked with a teasing smile, looking up at him.

He glanced at you, that familiar grin spreading across his face. "Well, we could always throw rocks into the ocean and see who can make the biggest splash."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "I don't know if that's spontaneous enough for you. We might need a more ridiculous challenge."

Rafe leaned in slightly, his voice lowering in that playful, teasing way you loved. "What if I told you I could make the perfect skip? You in?"

You raised an eyebrow. "You think you can make the perfect skip?"

He shrugged casually, but his eyes glinted with confidence. "I don't think. I know."

You laughed, a sound that was part disbelief and part amusement. "Alright, show me, then."

He grabbed a small, flat rock from the edge of the water and tossed it into the air, his arm moving with precision. The rock skipped across the surface of the water, bouncing several times before finally sinking.

You clapped your hands in mock applause. "Okay, I'll admit it. That was impressive."

Rafe took a bow, clearly pleased with himself. "Told you. The best rock skipper on the OBX."

You shook your head, smiling at his overconfidence. "You're impossible. But I love it."

He grinned, his gaze softening as he reached for your hand. "I'm glad you do. You make these crazy moments worth it."

You squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of his words settle into your chest. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here, with you."

The two of you stood there for a while longer, just enjoying each other's company, the peaceful sound of the ocean surrounding you. It was one of those moments where time seemed to slow down, and the only thing that mattered was the person standing next to you.

And for once, you didn't need any adventure or chaos to make it special. Just being with Rafe was enough.