Rafe Cameron Imagines

A Lazy Sunday🤍

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, the kind where the world outside seemed to slow down. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. You and Rafe had decided to spend the day inside, just enjoying each other's company, away from the chaos of the world outside.

Rafe was lounging on the couch, stretched out with his arms behind his head, one leg hanging over the edge of the couch while the other was bent at an awkward angle. His phone was in his hand, and every few seconds, he'd chuckle to himself, showing you something on his screen.

You were sitting next to him, curled up with your legs underneath you, idly flipping through a book you'd been meaning to finish. The moment felt peaceful, and you realized how much you cherished these days with him—where everything was slow and easy, and there was no pressure to do anything at all.

"You know," Rafe said, breaking the comfortable silence, "I think we might just be the best at doing absolutely nothing."

You glanced over at him with a grin. "We've got this down to an art form, huh?"

Rafe smiled lazily, his eyes twinkling. "I'd say we're professionals. But let's be real... we could probably use a snack to really solidify the whole 'doing nothing' thing."

You couldn't help but laugh. "You're such a child. You're always thinking about food."

"It's not my fault," he said with mock seriousness, sitting up slightly to look at you. "I just appreciate good food, especially when I'm with my favorite person."

You raised an eyebrow, putting your book down and turning toward him. "Flattery? Seriously?"

He grinned, his eyes lighting up. "It's not flattery if it's true."

"Oh, really? And what's true about me being your favorite person?" you asked, leaning toward him teasingly.

He winked at you, his grin widening. "You're funny, beautiful, and, I mean, let's face it... you're the best at picking out the worst rom-coms for us to watch."

You laughed and gave him a playful shove. "You know I'm right! And I know you secretly love them."

He groaned dramatically, flopping back onto the couch. "Don't tell anyone. But yeah, fine. You're right. I've developed a weird fondness for them, especially the ones with the over-the-top, unrealistic happy endings."

You smirked and poked his side. "Exactly. You're a sucker for the sappy stuff."

"Hey!" he protested, swatting your hand away. "There's nothing wrong with wanting a little romance. It's natural."

"Sure it is," you teased, now leaning closer to him. "Just admit it. You're a softie on the inside."

Rafe looked at you for a second, then gave in with a grin. "Okay, fine, I'm a softie. But only because you bring it out of me."

Your heart fluttered at his words. "Well, aren't you sweet?"

"I know, I'm basically a walking romantic comedy in human form," he said, his tone light but with a hint of sincerity that made you smile even wider.

You could feel the warmth of his affection as he gently placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you a little closer. "I just like being with you. Doing nothing with you feels better than doing anything else."

A wave of comfort washed over you, and you snuggled into his side. "Yeah, me too. Sometimes the world feels like it's moving too fast, and I don't mind pausing with you."

"Exactly," he murmured, his hand absently running through your hair. "There's something about being with you that makes everything feel... right. Even if it's just us on this couch, doing nothing."

You smiled softly, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "I get it. It's nice."

"I think it's perfect," he said quietly, his voice turning serious for a moment as he looked at you, as if the rest of the world had disappeared and it was just the two of you, wrapped up in the moment.

Before you could respond, Rafe's stomach growled loudly, breaking the peaceful bubble you were in.

"Wow, really? We were having a moment, and you had to go and interrupt it with that?" you teased, giving him a playful shove.

"I couldn't help it!" he laughed, sitting up. "I'm starving. What's a lazy day without snacks?"

You rolled your eyes, getting up from the couch. "I swear, you're always hungry."

"Hey, don't judge me," he replied, following you into the kitchen with a playful smirk. "It's part of my charm."

You rummaged through the cabinets, pulling out some chips and salsa. "This good enough for your highness?" you asked with a smirk as you held the snacks up.

Rafe gave a dramatic sigh. "Perfect. I knew I kept you around for a reason."

"I'm sure it's because I'm 'the best at doing nothing,' right?" you said, handing him the chips.

"Exactly. You've earned the title," he grinned, taking the chips from you and sitting down at the kitchen counter.

You settled next to him, sitting on the counter, your legs swinging lightly as you dug into the snacks.

"So, what do you want to do after this?" Rafe asked, a glint of mischief returning to his eyes. "You wanna keep it low-key, or do you want to get a little crazy?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Crazy? Define crazy."

Rafe shrugged dramatically. "Maybe we could build a fort out of blankets and pillows... or, I don't know, have an intense staring contest for the title of 'Master of Lazy Sundays.'"

You burst out laughing, shaking your head. "You are ridiculous, you know that?"

"I know," he said with a proud grin. "But that's what you love about me."

"Yeah, yeah," you said, grinning back. "You're lucky you're cute."

"I'm lucky I have the best girlfriend," he replied, his voice softer now. He put his hand on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. "But seriously, there's no one I'd rather spend a lazy Sunday with."

Your heart swelled at his words. "Me either."

With the afternoon slipping into evening, the two of you finally settled back into the living room, each of you with a blanket draped over your legs. You decided to watch a movie, but really, it didn't matter what was on the screen. It was the quiet moments with Rafe that you cherished the most—the ones where there was no rush, no pressure, just the two of you, enjoying the simplicity of being together.

And as the night went on, you realized that sometimes, the best kind of love wasn't the flashy, exciting kind. It was the calm, cozy moments like these. Just you and him, in your own little world, doing nothing at all. And in that, everything felt perfect.