⸼𖧧 ָ࣪ ┈Rafe Cameron

Rafe Cameron had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. Your parents were great friends with his, and you were the same age as his sister, Sarah Cameron, who had also been your best friend since birth. Rafe was a little older, but that didn't stop a strong bond of friendship from forming between you two.

Rafe was one of those friends who, if you told him "I killed someone," wouldn't rat you out to the police. He was the kind of friend who would dig a hole in his own backyard for you to bury the body, and you were exactly the same with him. You were basically brothers, or well, something like that, since there were certain glances between you, touches, jealousies, and compliments that... Never mind. Rafe was like your twin: same personality, almost the same families, same tastes, same gestures, expressions, and words, etc.

Like any good wealthy teenagers on a beautiful island, you two spent your time high, stoned, or drunk, and you always ended up like that when you were together. You tried drugs and marijuana for the first time with Rafe, who offered them to you and showed you how to take them. So one day, when your parents were away on a trip, you invited him over, and he arrived with bottles of vodka, some drugs, cigarettes, and other things.

Suddenly, they were both lying on your big bed with the door and windows closed, purple LED lights on as they smoked marijuana, lying side by side. The weed made them dizzy, and everything was blurry and distorted; their eyes were both red and swollen, and they laughed at everything.

"The hamburger we're going to eat after this is going to be magnificent..."

Rafe said, his voice rasping, slurring his words, mentioning how marijuana whetted their appetites in an incredible way. Even though they were just lying down, you were having a great time with your best friend, and you knew he was having a great time with you too, completely stoned and barely able to move.