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drunkenly ranting to a frat guy about how much ex!rafe sucked, only to realize halfway through the conversation that the stranger listening to every word is rafe himself.
“you sound familiar,” she laughs, words slurring slightly as she leans against the sticky kitchen counter. the frat house is loud, bass shaking through the floorboards, but his voice cuts through it anyway.
“do i?” he asks.
“mhm.” she squints at him, pointing lazily. “you’ve got the same voice as my ex boyfriend. which is unfortunate for you because he was literally the worst person alive.”
he chokes on his drink a little. “damn. harsh.”
“no, you don’t get it.” she grabs his arm like she’s telling him a secret. “rafe thought he was so charming. all backwards hats and stupid smirks. god, i hated him.”
“sounds like a dick.”
“exactly!” she says, delighted he understands. “wait—” her eyes narrow again. “you even laugh like him. that’s freaking me out.”
“maybe everyone in fraternities is the same guy.”
she gasps. “that’s so deep.”
he laughs harder this time, and she groans, covering her face. “stop doing that. it’s actually scary.”
“sorry.”
“whatever. at least you’re nicer than he was.” she pokes his chest. “rafe used to disappear at parties and leave me alone.”
his smile fades just slightly. “yeah?”
“yeah.” she looks down at her cup. “i think he loved being loved more than he actually loved me.”
for a second, he just stares at her. then quietly, “you really think that?”
she shrugs. “doesn’t matter now.” another crooked grin spreads across her face. “besides, i’m talking to you. frat boy clone number six.”
“number six?”
“maybe seven.” she tilts her head. “wait.”
his heart jumps. she steps closer, eyes scanning his face with drunken concentration. “oh my god.”
“what?”
“you even have the same cologne.”
there’s a long pause. then she bursts out laughing. “if you turn around and tell me your name is rafe i think i’d actually throw up.”
“…that would be pretty bad.”
“right?” she says, missing the way he’s already smiling. “anyway, what’s your name?”
he looks at her for a long second, like he’s debating whether to ruin the moment. then, “matt.”
“matt,” she repeats suspiciously. “that’s such a frat guy name.”
“you’re at a frat party.”
“fair.” she sways a little, nearly losing balance before he catches her elbow automatically. she blinks up at him. “see? rafe never caught me when i almost fell.”
“maybe rafe sucked less than you think.”
“absolutely not.” she points at him again. “don’t defend him. that man ghosted me for twelve hours during formal.”
“i was throwing up behind the hotel.”
“he didn’t even text me!”
“my phone died.”
she narrows her eyes. “you are weirdly invested in this story, matt.”
“just trying to see both sides.”
“there were no sides,” she insists. “he was terrible and i was adorable.”
“that part’s true.”
she freezes for half a second at the easy way he says it. “you flirt a lot,” she mumbles.
“only with girls who compare me to their ex boyfriends.”
“well maybe i have unresolved issues.”
“maybe.”
she studies him again, slower this time. his face is half-shadowed by the shitty colored lights strung across the ceiling, but something about him keeps tugging at her memory. “have we met before?” she asks softly.
his expression shifts. “i don’t know,” he says carefully. “have we?”
“your eyes are familiar.”
“that so?”
“mhm.” she steps closer until she’s practically pressed against him, squinting with intense drunken focus. “and your nose.”
he laughs under his breath. “my nose?”
“don’t laugh.” she reaches up and touches the bridge of it lightly. “i know this nose.”
his hand catches her wrist gently, mostly because he thinks his heart might actually stop. “you’re really drunk.”
“a little.” she looks at him through her lashes. “you’re really pretty.”
that catches him off guard enough that he actually looks away. she smiles triumphantly. “ha. made you nervous.”
“impossible.”
“matt,” she says seriously, “if you end up being secretly evil i’m going to be devastated.”
“what if i said i already know you?”
“i’d say that’s creepy.”
“fair.”
she tilts her head again. “wait.” there it is. that same almost-recognition. his stomach flips. “oh my god,” she whispers.
“yeah?”
“you stole rafe’s face.” he stares at her. then she frowns. “that sounded smarter in my head.”
he laughs so hard at that he has to look away and that’s what does it. the laugh. not the voice, not the eyes, not the stupid cologne she kept noticing — the laugh. the exact same laugh that used to wake her up at 2 a.m. in his dorm room when he was watching dumb videos with the volume too loud.
her smile slowly drops. “…rafe?”
his laughter dies immediately. around them, the party keeps moving. somebody yells from upstairs, music rattles the walls, cups clatter in the kitchen sink. but suddenly it feels weirdly quiet. she stares at him like she’s trying to sober herself through pure force. “oh my god,” she says again, except this time it comes out horrified.
“hey—”
“you asshole.” she smacks his arm hard enough to make him wince. “you let me talk shit about you for, like, twenty minutes!”
“in my defense, it was kind of entertaining.”
“rafe!”
“okay, yeah, i deserved that one.”
she covers her face with both hands. “i told you you were pretty.”
“still thinking about that part, actually.”
“i’m going to kill you.”
he grins despite himself. “you also said you were adorable.”
“because i am.”
“true.”
she groans loudly and leans forward until her forehead hits his chest. he catches her automatically, hands settling at her waist like muscle memory. that makes both of them go still. she notices it first, probably. the way he still holds her like nothing changed. like they didn’t spend months pretending not to exist to each other on campus. quietly, muffled against his shirt, “you really threw up behind the hotel?”
he snorts. “violently.”
she starts laughing before she can stop herself, shoulders shaking against him. “you could’ve texted me from the bathroom, idiot.”
“i know.”
“i thought you were cheating on me.”
his smile disappears. she lifts her head enough to see his face properly then, and the guilt there hits harder than she expects. “i never cheated on you,” he says softly.
the drunken haze in her brain dulls around the edges. “i know that now.”
for a second neither of them says anything. then, because she can’t handle sincerity for more than ten consecutive seconds, she pokes his chest. “still can’t believe you introduced yourself as matt.”
“panicked.”
“that’s not even close to your name.”
“could’ve been worse.”
“what, chad?”
“i could pull off a chad.”
she laughs again, and he swears it feels exactly like getting something back he thought he lost for good.
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