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𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰)

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𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗦(𝗦);
Part one and prompt are above.

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word count; 1906

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It had been two weeks since the Maybank siblings hashed it out. Two weeks since they had spoken.

They had seen each other though. Six times. Each time averting each other's gaze, and sometimes staring from afar, yearning to apologize, to repair things with their sibling so everything would be alright again. But both of them were Maybank's, stubborn as all hell. JJ dwelled with John B, and y/n established a new home at Kiara's place.

Rafe had shown up at Kie's house about three days later. Before that he had sent her a good morning and goodnight text religiously, telling her about his day and how he hoped she was doing okay. He would never admit it, but that girl made him soft.

Y/n hadn't told him, but he had somehow found out where she was staying and dropped in with a bag of her favorite junk food and a bouquet of sunflowers.

"Hey." His voice was soft, and his smile was warm, two of the things y/n missed the most.

"What are you doing here?"

"Trying my best."

After a very long embrace of one another, a very tired Kiara invited Rafe in and they flew up to her room.

It was previously determined that Rafe would sleep on the floor and the girls would share the bed, however it didn't take more than twenty minutes of important debate before y/n fell onto the larger boy's arms. Literally.

Kie awoke that morning feeling better that y/n had found her way back to one of her boys.

John B and Pope had gone along with JJ and acted a bit harshly towards y/n, but as much as Kiara despised the Cameron family and their kook friends, she couldn't find it in her heart to turn her back on her best friend, especially in her time of need. After all, they had been through together, the possible future husband to her best friend wouldn't come between them. She'd have to get used to it if they were so hopelessly in love.

Rafe had taken y/n home with him a couple of days later after delivering heavy persuasion to Kiara.

With y/n being in such a fragile mental state, they hadn't clued her in to how much they were communicating, in fact, they hadn't clued anyone in on how extensively they were conversing. As much as they hated to admit it, they didn't dislike each other quite as much as they believed. Besides, they both had
y/n's best interest at heart, and were willing to put whatever differences that they had aside for her sake.

The couple didn't sleep in Rafe's bed together right away. He would lay with her until she fell asleep and then he climbed onto the sofa he had in his room. He understood she needed space, and he respected that.

Soon enough y/n was okay to sleep with him. Rafe was being extremely patient with her and she needed some sort of structure to be restored.

One night, when she wasn't fully asleep quite yet and felt Rafe begin to move, she grabbed his hand and pulled it back over her waist.

"Oh, you're not asleep yet, that's okay baby, I'll stay until you are."

"Rafe?"

The tired boy pressed a soft kiss to y/n's cheek and nestled further into her, "Yes?"