P4L // rafe cameron

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y/n pov:

i woke up, but it was a different surrounding. i got startled and sat up looking around. i tried to figure out who's room this is because it is definitely not my brother or popes or john b's.

someone walked in and looked at me, it was rafe.

rafe: hey.

y/n: hey... uh what happened last night.

i got out the bed, standing across from him.

y/n: wait, wait we didn't, you kno-

rafe: no no no, we didn't. relax.

y/n: thank god.

rafe: ouch?

y/n: didn't mean it like that it's just you know.

rafe: no, i don't know.

y/n: nevermind.

rafe: you fell asleep last night. me and wheeze tried to wake you up but you wouldn't budge.

y/n: oh.. thanks but why am i in here.

rafe: did you want me to leave you on the couch?

y/n: i- i don't know.

rafe: exactly.

y/n: wait where did you sleep.

rafe: right there. on the floor.

y/n: oh, shit sorry.

rafe: it's fine princess. maybe i'll see you around.

y/n: uh yeah maybe...
i said a little weirded out that called me that.

i went downstairs to grab my stuff. i was grabbing my sketch book until i over heard rafe and his dad arguing.

ward: that pouge i just fired is more reliable than you!

rafe: oh really?

ward: yeah really!

rafe: fine i'll take care of those generators.

i went to put the sketch book in my bag and there was a envelope on the counter that had my name on it. i tried not to eavesdrop on them but it's hard when there literally yelling.

it was the money from babysitting, i put it in my bag and was about to leave.

sarah: shouldn't have bought a motorcycle with the generator money.

rafe: hm.

he walked away, i followed him.

y/n: hey you okay?

rafe: yeah? why wouldn't i be.

y/n: um. kinda overheard.

rafe: so you're spying on me now?

y/n: n- no i- you know what. no i wasn't. it's hard not too hear when the two of you are yelling in broad daylight.
i said slightly raising my voice.

he just stood there looking at me.

y/n: i have to go.

as i walked away he grabbed my wrist. i turned around and looked at him confused. he didn't like grip my wrist he just grabbed it lightly enough for me to stop, but it slightly reminds me of when my dad does that to me and jj.