Rafe Cameron Imagines

Jealous

A/n

His new readers. This chap is very unedited and it was literally the first I've ever made, it was made almost a year ago! I wanted to say that this is definitely not my best work and is probably my least favourite one of these. I just wanted to let you know, I would recommend reading the one after this and so forth rather than this one! I genuinely am not a huge fan of this one, but that's a personal preference.

Happy reading!!❤️

RAFE has always been jealous. Jealous that you change your make up style or your hair style for any other boy, any girl, anyone.

Even though you are just friends he can never help himself from wanting you more and more every time he sees you it grows stronger. Seeing you flirt with any guy seeing you twirl the thin strands of hair between your fingers while talking to someone.

Seeing you go out with someone. Every single time you find yourself a realationship Rafe always has a problem with the guy. Weather it was how he looks at you or how he talks he always has a problem.

You've been friends since before you can even remember. It's just like Rafe was always there. There isn't a single age you remember that you haven't known Rafe. He's always been protective, really protective, but you assumed that it's just because you've been friends forever.

"That's nice." Rafe says hardly looking up from his phone. "You said that for the last four dresses. Just take a look and actually help me." I beg.

Rafe and I have been looking at clothes, well dresses for me for the past half hour. The year is ending and there's a huge party that some kid's throwing everyone's going to be there so I might as well look nice.

"Yeah because they all look nice. Who are you even trying to impress?" Rafe says. "Okay, I'll just ask someone else to help me. Maybe they'll pay attention." I tease. "Fine. I'm looking."

"Thank you. Finally." I start, "So what do you think of this one?" I do a little twirl. "You look beautiful. It looks great." Rafe says.

"You sure? I kinda think it makes me look fat. Ugh. Just be honest because I need real help here."

"I am. You look great." He repeats. I scrunch my nose and shake my head, "Mm mm." I disagree, "I don't like it. I'm gonna look for a different one."

I turn around to go search the hangers in the store to find a different dress.

I look through a few deciding against them. I keep looking and come across a black two piece, with the top half a bit larger than a bra and the bottom half a short black skirt.

I pull it from the rack and go into the changing room again.
Once I've put it on I look in the mirror, "This is nice." I mutter to myself.

"Rafe, I think I found one!" I yell. "Mhm, lemme see." He tells me.

I walk out, "I love this." I admit. His eyes widen and his eyebrows furrow, "Did you forget to put on the shirt because that's a bra, Jude."

My jaw drops, "It's nice. And no I didn't forget to put the shirt on stop being such a twelve year old boy Rafe."

He looks at me with disapproval "What?" I ask. "Nothing, just don't get that one. It-. You do look nice just cover up a little there's gonna be drunk teenage boys at this party."

"You could've just said that." "I just really like this one. It's my favourite."

I turn back to Rafe for his approval and he just raises his eyebrow. "How about that one?" He asks pointing to a slightly less revealing dress in the display.