Rafe Cameron Blurbs

45

"well look who it is," the voice of the one you hated most spoke up from behind you.

"i was hoping ward hadn't put you up to the same shit my mom has me doing but i guess i wasn't hoping hard enough," you quipped, turning to meet the blue eyes. your younger brother just had to have a crush on a cameron and now it was you and rafe who had to spy on them.

"you could've just told me that you wanted me to hang out. we could've planned something out, something far better than the stupid carnival." you scoffed at his statement.

"i think thatch did a great job picking a date spot. look at how much fun him and wheeze are having," you stated, your finger pointing to the pair who sported big grins as they ate their cotton candy. thatcher knew you were here—your mother was a very paranoid person since your father passed and never sent one of you off without someone she trusted—but you doubted wheezie knew rafe was looking after her.

"they don't know how to have real fun," rafe commented, causing your eyes to roll. you figured you'd be doing a lot of that with rafe cameron around.

"they're thirteen and this is fun," you argued, holding back another eye roll.

"they're heading for the ferris wheel. wanna catch a ride, ms. this-is-fun?" he mocked your words. carnivals were fun, but you and heights didn't agree that well.

"we can see them fine from right here."

"we won't be able to once they go up and i thought carnivals were fun. you backing out on that now?" no the hell you were not, so you led the way towards the giant wheel and got in line one family behind thatcher and wheezie. once you and rafe were in your cart and sitting on opposite sides of course, it set in what you were doing. you were never a fan of heights and had definitely never ridden on a ferris wheel so your nerves were getting to you.

"that doesn't look like the face of someone who has fun at carnivals," rafe mentioned with a shit-eating grin on his face but it soon dropped when he caught sight of your glare. he couldn't tell if you were going to be sick or were just really really pissed at him, but either way he felt bad. and when you thought it couldn't get any worse than being trapped in a ferris wheel cart with rafe cameron dangling forty feet in the air, the damn thing jolted to a sudden stop.

"you've got to be kidding me," you mumbled before letting your face fall in your hands and your leg bob up and down until it went numb. "fuck," you let out shakily with a breath. you were cursing yourself for letting the words of the dumbass across from you get into your mind earlier or you wouldn't be in this situation.

"y/n?"

"what?" you questioned, your eyes snapping to his. then you noticed that you were at the very top of the ferris wheel stuck, not stuck somewhere randomly between, the highest point of the thing. "oh my god."

"hey, you're okay," he tried to speak calmingly to make you feel better, but rafe who normally wanted to make your life hell trying to calm you just made you more on edge.

"oh, so all of a sudden, you care now," you chided, eyes brimming with tears and hands shaking uncontrollably. rafe attempted to grab your hands to help and you were about to pull away but the ride creaked as it moved maybe an inch before halting again, causing you to grab onto any form of comfort you could find in the moment may that be rafe's hands.

"do you want to sit on the floor?" he tried. he didn't know how to help, but he sure was going to try. you just nodded, letting him slowly lead you down as he did too. "do you feel better? is there anything else i can do to help?"

he seemed genuine, but you still eyed him. this just didn't feel like rafe. something was off, at least something should be off for him to be acting like this, but you couldn't deny that you liked it. he sensed your apprehension and took initiative, pulling you in slowly by your hands and letting you lay against his chest. you let him though you were tense, but you let your muscles relax in his embrace. he wrapped his arms around you, his thumbs rubbing into your skin to help ease your nerves.

"i can get topper or someone else to watch them if you want me to take you home," he offered as he looked down at you. you let your eyes come up to meet his and smiled weakly at him.

"thanks, but my mom will kill me if i leave him," you whispered. "just stay with me, okay?"

"yeah, of course. i'm right here. i'm not going anywhere."