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𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦(𝗦);
Part one and prompt are above.

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It had been nearly a week since Rafe's accidental confession of feelings.

Accidental in a way that it wasn't too
y/n. Accidental in a way that he kept hoping they weren't true. Accidental in a way that he just kept trying to push away. But the harder he tried, the harder his friends seemed to rebel. Pestering him daily to, "just ask her out already" assuring him that, "she wouldn't be able to refuse" but they didn't know her like that.

Kelce and Topper didn't pay attention to her like he did.

The truth was y/n could and would say no. She could and would reject him. No matter how much money he flashed in her face, or how much he bragged to her, y/n wouldn't be phased by one bit of his blingy, small-town celebrity life. Maybe that's why he likes her so much, or at least what caught his attention first.

Even with all of the anxiety on the matter, Rafe was a Cameron and refused to stand down. So he made a plan,

1. Go to the kegger
2. Find y/n
3. Get drunk

Anything goes wrong? ABORT MISSION. y/n rejects him? ABORT MISSION. There was no plan B, so plan A had better work.

Topper honked his horn multiple times, and shouted impatiently, "Rafe! Let's go, Cameron!"

With a final look in the mirror and an unusually unstable deep breath, Rafe marched himself out the front door.

It was going to be okay. It was all going to be okay. He would go right up to her, and say- wait, what would he say? He did not plan for this. This was not part of the plan! Abort mission, abort mission!

"Uh, hey man, I don't feel too good, I think I'm just going to chill out at home tonight-"

But before Rafe could scurry back into the house, Kelce caught him by the sleeve, "Don't even." and pushed him into the back seat of Topper's sports car, locking the doors for supplementary measures.

The drive to the beach was the most anxious thing Rafe had ever experienced. His nails caught the short end, bitten, and picked at relentlessly out of nervousness. Why in the hell did he agree to this?

What felt like mere seconds later, Rafe found himself standing in the center of a large, boisterous crowd with a full solo cup being placed in his hand, "There she is man. Have fun." Topper pointed to the beautiful girl Rafe had already managed to find, winked slyly, and abandoned him to suffer there alone.

He could always just leave. Ditch the party, and go back home to where there was no intimidating situation. No pressure. No stress. No tourist flirting with the girl of his dreams. Wait. What?

Unfortunately, his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. Tall, black hair, white t-shirt, and seemingly Rafe's size was practically groping her. Anger, hatred, and jealousy coursed through his veins. In a flare of adrenaline, he was across the beach and shoving the other boy away from y/n.

"Back off man!" Malice flooded his threat. As the red faded from Rafe's vision, he panicked, realizing the spotlight that was unintentionally brought to him, "Stay the hell away from her."

Touron spit sand and rose up from the ground, seeming to accept a one-sided challenge, "Oh yeah? Or what?"

"You don't want to know." The very-not empty threat satisfied Rafe, the loser was away from his girl, and that's all he wanted.

Until it wasn't, "We'll she didn't seem to mind."

That sent Rafe flying around and hurtling towards the prick, but before he could get any good punches in, he was paralyzed, almost to stone, in his very steps, "Rafe Cameron!" The voice that usually sounded so sweet to him now held the same venom that his voice carried before, y/n sure was noticing him alright, just not in the way he had intended. Smoke would be billowing out of her ears if possible as her smaller hand grasped as much of his as possible and hauled him down the beach as if he weighed little to nothing.

Once they had made it far enough from the music, lights, and nosey crowd for her liking, she spun around on her heel and nearly smacked into Rafe's chest, "What the hell just happened?"

Rafe stood there, awestruck. He had never actually been this close to her before, but she was just as beautiful as he had thought. Her hair was let down from the usual ponytail and blowing gently in the ocean breeze. Her skin and her eyes shone brightly against the moonlight, and her lips looked extra tender, they looked even prettier saying his name, "Rafe!" Even if it was rolling off her tongue in scolds.

"What?" He asked softly as if he wasn't paying attention to the tense situation at all.

"What the hell were you thinking? What even was that about?" y/n's fingers swept through her hair as she stared at him expectantly.

"You." It came off a bit timider than he had intended, however, he was still surprised when it blurted from his mouth at all.

A startled y/n nearly tripped over her own feet while standing still. Her mouth kept opening as if she wanted to say something, but the words kept dying in her throat.

Mustering more courage, Rafe said it again, "It was about you." y/n continued to gawk at him with the most unreadable facial expression he's ever seen, so he kept going, "God damn it, I'm in love with you!"

Silence for a moment or two before y/n laughed, "You? Love me? Hah! Very funny Cameron. You almost had me there."

While slightly scorn from the reaction, and very scared for what kind of injury's he might sustain after this, Rafe grabbed y/n's face and did the one thing he's waited to do for as long as he could remember, he gently ran his finger over her bottom lip, savoring the feeling before pulling it in between his own. The kiss wasn't exactly what he had imagined, her lips were unbelievably soft and it was everything he had hoped for on her end, but he was the one frozen up. He could barely breathe when she kissed back, y/n had tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, and she started to shift her lips against his. He caught up pretty quickly, brushing a fallen hair behind her ear, and pulled her firmly against him, all the while cupping her cheeks as softly as possible.

When they pulled away, both of them breathless with swollen lips, y/n spoke up first, "But I'm a pogue."

"Exactly. You're a fucking pogue
y/n. Your beautiful, and your smart, and kind, and brave, and strong, and so, so, so beautiful."

"That I am." Giddy giggles emitted from the both of them before she continued, "And you, are a kook. So handsome, and witty, and charming, and strong, and so, so, so handsome."

"Any chance I can get another one of those kisses for being so handsome?"

"You can have all the kisses you want Rafe Cameron."

So she pulled him by the collar into another kiss, and another, and another, and another.

Hopefully, after their victory bragging, Topper and Kelce would be able to salvage what was left of Rafe after y/n's friends were done with him. Cause God knows, they were hard core pogues too.