Rafe Cameron Imagines

Just You and Me🤍

The gentle hum of the air conditioner filled the quiet space of your room, the golden light of the setting sun spilling through the windows, casting long, warm shadows on the walls. You were lying on your bed, a book in your hands, your legs crossed lazily as you got lost in the story.

Rafe was sprawled next to you, flipping through the channels on the small TV you kept in your room. His attention wasn't really on the screen, though—it kept drifting back to you.

"Do you always look that cute when you're reading, or is it just for me?" he teased, his voice breaking the comfortable silence.

You glanced up from your book, raising an eyebrow. "You're not supposed to distract me when I'm in the middle of a good part."

He smirked, reaching over to tug playfully at the corner of your blanket. "What's the fun in that? Besides, you've been ignoring me for like... ten whole minutes."

You rolled your eyes, setting your book down on your lap. "Oh no, ten whole minutes? How did you survive?"

Rafe grinned, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you better. "Barely. It's cruel, you know. Your boyfriend's right here, and you're over there drooling over some fictional character."

"I wasn't drooling," you said, laughing as you gently nudged his shoulder. "And besides, you're being dramatic."

"I'm not," he insisted, though the sparkle in his eyes gave him away. "But I can't compete with fictional guys unless I do something big."

You set your book aside, giving him your full attention. "Oh yeah? Like what?"

He leaned closer, his face inches from yours. "Like this."

Before you could ask what he meant, he attacked your sides with his hands, tickling you mercilessly.

"Rafe!" you squealed, laughing so hard you could barely breathe as you tried to wiggle away from him. "Stop! I'm gonna die!"

"Not until you admit I'm better than your book boyfriend," he said, grinning wickedly as he kept tickling you.

"Fine!" you gasped between laughs, finally managing to grab his wrists and push him away. "You're better! You win!"

He flopped back onto the bed with a satisfied smirk, watching you catch your breath. "That's all I needed to hear."

"You're the worst," you said, though your smile gave away how much you were enjoying his antics.

"And yet you're still dating me," he shot back, winking at you.

You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head. "I must be crazy."

"Crazy in love with me," he corrected, reaching over to tug you into his arms.

You let him pull you closer, resting your head against his chest as his arms wrapped around you. His heart beat steadily under your ear, and you sighed contentedly, melting into him.

"You know," he said after a moment, his voice softer now, "I kind of like this. Just hanging out, no big plans, just you and me."

"Me too," you said, tilting your head to look up at him. "It's nice to have a quiet day for once."

Rafe smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "You make everything better, you know that?"

Your cheeks flushed, and you buried your face in his chest to hide your smile. "You're such a sap."

"Only for you," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other as the world outside faded away. It didn't matter that there was nothing extravagant about the moment—it was yours, and that made it perfect.

Eventually, Rafe shifted, looking down at you with a mischievous grin. "Wanna order pizza and watch a movie? I'll even let you pick."

You raised an eyebrow, pretending to be skeptical. "Even a rom-com?"

He groaned dramatically but nodded. "Fine. But you owe me. Next time, we're watching an action movie."

"Deal," you said, grinning as you grabbed your phone to place the order.

As the sun dipped lower, the pizza arrived, and the two of you set up a mini picnic on your bed. You piled up pillows and blankets, creating a cozy nest, and Rafe handed you the remote like it was a precious artifact.

"What masterpiece are we watching tonight?" he asked with mock seriousness.

"10 Things I Hate About You," you said without hesitation.

Rafe groaned, flopping back onto the pillows. "Of course. It's always that one."

"It's a classic!" you defended, nudging him playfully.

"It's a chick flick," he retorted, but there was no real bite to his words.

"And yet, you know all the lines," you teased, smirking at him.

Rafe pointed at you, narrowing his eyes. "Don't start."

You hit play, and as the movie began, Rafe slowly got more into it than he cared to admit. By the time Heath Ledger's iconic serenade started, he was humming along under his breath.

"I knew you loved this movie," you whispered, smirking as you leaned closer to him.

"Shut up," he muttered, but his arm tightened around you, pulling you closer.

By the end of the night, the pizza was gone, the movie credits were rolling, and you were tangled together in a heap of blankets and pillows. Rafe brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his expression soft as he looked at you.

"I meant what I said earlier," he murmured. "You really do make everything better."

Your heart melted, and you leaned up to kiss him gently. "Right back at you, Cameron."

With the room quiet again and the warmth of his arms around you, you felt a deep sense of contentment. It wasn't about the movie or the pizza—it was about being with him, creating little moments that felt like they were just yours. Moments you'd hold onto forever.