Rafe Cameron Imagines

Rainy Day Hideout🤍

It had been raining all day, the kind of relentless downpour that turned streets into rivers and made the whole world seem gray and soft around the edges. You and Rafe had planned to go out earlier, maybe hit up a café or catch a movie, but the weather had other ideas.

So instead, you were at his house, cozy in one of his oversized hoodies, curled up in the corner of his bed with a book in hand. Rafe, on the other hand, couldn't sit still for more than five minutes. He was pacing back and forth, tossing a tennis ball against the wall like a restless kid.

"Are you going to wear a hole in the floor?" you teased, glancing up from your book.

"I'm bored," he groaned, catching the ball and throwing himself down onto the bed dramatically. "We've been stuck inside all day."

"Well, if you're so bored, maybe you could clean your room," you suggested with a smirk, knowing full well that would never happen.

"Funny," he said, giving you a flat look. "You're hilarious."

You just laughed and went back to your book, ignoring the way he was now rolling around on the bed like a restless puppy. After a few moments, he crawled over to you and peeked at the pages.

"What are you even reading?" he asked, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"A book," you replied simply, refusing to look at him because you knew he'd try to distract you.

"Wow, groundbreaking," he said with mock seriousness. "What's it about?"

You sighed, closing the book and turning to face him. "It's a romance."

"Of course it is," he said, smirking. "Is it about a guy as hot as me?"

"No," you said, deadpan. "The guy in the book does the dishes without being asked."

Rafe gasped, clutching his chest like you'd just stabbed him. "Harsh. I do the dishes... sometimes."

You rolled your eyes, but before you could respond, he grabbed your book and tossed it to the side. "Hey!" you protested, but he just grinned, pulling you into his lap.

"Forget the book," he said, wrapping his arms around you. "I'm way more entertaining."

"You're a menace," you muttered, though you didn't make any effort to move away.

"And you love it," he shot back, leaning his forehead against yours.

The sound of the rain outside filled the quiet space between you. It was the kind of moment where everything else faded away, and it was just the two of you. Rafe's hands rested on your waist, his thumbs absentmindedly brushing against the fabric of the hoodie.

"You know," he said softly, "this isn't so bad."

"What isn't?" you asked, tilting your head slightly.

"Being stuck inside with you," he said with a small smile. "I mean, don't get me wrong—I'd still rather be outside doing something. But if I have to be cooped up, I'd pick you every time."

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you couldn't help but smile back. "You're such a sap."

"Only for you," he said, pressing a quick kiss to your nose.

Before you could respond, a sudden loud boom of thunder made you both jump. You squeaked in surprise, clutching onto Rafe instinctively, while he let out a startled laugh.

"Okay, maybe the rain isn't so bad," you admitted, burying your face in his chest.

"Told you," he said, wrapping his arms tighter around you. "Now you're stuck with me."

"Lucky me," you said sarcastically, though your voice was muffled by his hoodie.

"Very lucky," he said, grinning. "I'm basically the perfect boyfriend."

"Oh, totally," you said, rolling your eyes. "Perfectly annoying."

"Perfectly charming," he corrected, leaning back so he could look at you. "Admit it—you'd be bored without me."

You sighed dramatically. "I guess you're not the worst company."

"High praise," he said, laughing as he leaned in to kiss you.

The rain continued to pour outside, but neither of you paid it any mind. Wrapped up in each other, it felt like the world could wait.