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i don’t have an idea but i LOVE this concept!!

https://www.tumblr.com/erwinsvow/746599631379726336/i-really-really-really-really-wanna-write-about

babee got inspired to write something heres a tiny lil blurb of it! more coming tmro ♡ the link

being rafe’s friend wasn’t for the faint of heart. you’re really not sure how you even ended up like this—accompanying the boys on their golf trips, claiming perpetual dibs on shotgun in rafe’s truck, even sneaking little packets of coke into parties for rafe to sell. you think you’ve just gotten used to it, when rafe or one of the other boys—though it’s usually always rafe—pulls something out of left field to surprise you.

you were their friend, but you were still a girl—even if you were completely oblivious to the way they stare at the hem of your tiny golf skirt when you’re putting. even if you get too drunk and touchy around them at the house parties, a giggly mess that has to get carried back to tannyhill with rafe. his family is suspicious, and you can’t deny the way it looks. with the amount of time you spend there, you’re practically his girlfriend. you dismiss the thought when anyone brings it up though. 

“kelce and topper slept on the floor that night. is rafe dating them too?” you laugh it off, trying to justify why you slept on the bed with rafe. later that night though, when rafe picks you up to bring you to the party, you play with the skinny straps of your dress, wondering how to tell him what you’re thinking.

he’s a good friend though—he always knows when you get like this.

“spit it out, kid. what?”

“well, i was thinking maybe i should crash at kelce’s tonight.”

“why?” he questions, like it’s the stupidest thing in the world. you don’t catch the way his grip tightens on the wheel. 

“well, last night.. everyone was saying it’s weird that i always crash at yours. and kelce always offers, he’s got that pull out bed-”

“y’not sleepin’ at kelce’s. or top’s.”

“why not?”

“‘cause i said so. don’t ask again.” and though you’re used to getting to boss rafe around, this time, you listen.