𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐚 ☁️ 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 | 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 |

Cassie's POV

Johnathan decides to inform me that he has a plan to make Kiara and Sarah friends again that Pope and JJ are helping him with. He told me I have a free day but he's coming to pick me up once the sun sets, no arguments. I enter my bedroom to see Rafe still asleep and I tilt my head to the side, looking down at his sleeping figure. He looks so innocent when asleep, like an angel sent from heaven or even a child. A smile tugs at my lips and I crawl in beside him, gently sweeping stray hairs off his forehead. He stirs in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open and I smile at him softly.

"Morning, sleeping beauty" I joke and he smiles a small smile, wrapping me in a hug.

"Where is everyone?" Rafe mumbles, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

"Kiara is with the Pogues, my dad is at the wreck and Anna is out for brunch with Rose" I answer, running my fingers through his messy bed hair.

He hums in content and I giggle, sitting up. Rafe's hands fall to my waist as I straddle him and I put my hands on his bare chest.

"How you feeling?" I ask in concern and his face falters slightly.

"I'm fine" He shrugs.

"Rafe" I frown, sliding my hands up to hold his jaw in my hands "Speak to me"

"I'm gonna be okay, Cas" He assures me with a warm smile, rubbing circles on my waist "Thanks to you"

"Shut up. I didn't do anything" I roll my eyes with a grin.

"Don't act all humble on me, Carrera" He grins in amusement and I scrunch up my nose in distaste at the nickname.

"Don't ever call me that again" I tell him seriously and he chuckles.

"What would you prefer then, Cas? Cameron?" He smirks smugly and I shake my head at him, lightly smacking his chest.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Rafe asks curiously and I hum in thought.

"How about a movie day? We can go get some snacks and watch a load of movies all day" I suggest, smiling widely.

"Sounds like a hoot" He smiles back up at me.

"Great" I chirp, hopping off the bed. 

I skip into my closet, pulling open the bottom of my drawers which holds a selection of my guy friend's clothes. A couple of John B's patterned shirts, some of Pope's hats, JJ's sweatshirts, Topper's polos, etc. I find a pair of grey sweatpants that belong to Rafe and throw them at him.

"Do I wanna know how you got all those clothes that clearly don't belong to you?" Rafe asks curiously and I grin sheepishly.

"Probably not" I chuckle awkwardly.

My eyes land on a worn out blue crewneck and I grin, grabbing it and slipping it on.

"Is that what I think it is?" Rafe asks, amusement lacing his voice.

"You gave me this at my 15th birthday party, three years ago. I stupidly forgot to bring something to keep me warm on the yacht and you offered me your sweatshirt" I confirm, retelling the story behind the item and he grins.