fear love¹ | rafe cameron

two

In the middle of the night, I woke up. Sometimes it's happening that I wake up in the middle of the night without any reason, but this time I heard some rumbling footsteps outside. I was for a hundred percent sure that it was Rafe, but I didn't care, because it was nothing special to hear him in the middle of the night trying to reach his room while he's high as fuck.

I snuggled back into my bedspread and stared into the dark nothing.While I noticed how my eyelids were slowly falling shut, my smartphone, which was on the nightstand, lit up.I turned and narrowed my eyes as the brightness of my screen lit up. As I got used to the brightness, I squinted my eyes slightly to recognize who wrote me a message.

Rafe Cameron: I need your help

At first, I thought I was dreaming because why would Rafe text me in my dreams, but the second question I asked myself was, why should he even play a role in my dreams? When I looked at my smartphone for the second time, I realized that it was definitely not a dream and that he had actually texted me.

Grace: Why should I?

I texted back and just a few seconds later while I scrolled a little on Instagram, a new message was displayed.

Rafe Cameron: Fuck you

Well he isn't the man who often asks for help but I knew that I couldn't sleep anyway after his texts, so I gave these messages a chance and tried to leave my besties' room as quietly as possible.

I looked like trash. My hair looked like I had plugged into an electrical outlet. I wore a white shorts with strawberry's on it and a simple hoodie that I got from Kie last year. He didn't need to see my strawberry shirt, which I'm wearing under the hoodie, it's embarrassing enough that he would see me in these shorts in the middle of the night.

When I went into the kitchen, I saw him sitting at the dinning table. »Holy shit Rafe« I said shocked and stared at his whole body. The skin around his left eye was swollen and red. His nose was bloody and the blood of his nose was on his shirt.

»Is everyone asleep?« he asked me. »Yes, but should I ask what in the hell you did?« I gave him the answer while I got a wet towel. »Nothing« he answered with a deep scratchy voice and I thought he would say more but he didn't what actually shocked me.

I wiped away the blood on his nose as carefully as possible and looked at his hand. His hand was swollen and bloody, and it looked pretty serious. »Ouch, that hurts« he said and pulled his hand away when I tried to remove the blood. »I think this must be sewn« I said in a calm voice and searched for the first aid kit under the sink.

»Could you do that?« he asked so quietly that I could hardly hear him. I didn't know if I could sew these little cuts, they weren't big but definitely Hospital ripe. I knew that he hates to go to the hospital and that he feels pain differently. He feels the pain when somebody hurts him, but I'm sure that he tries to hold back the pain.

He was different this night. He was intimidated and his otherwise large ego was suddenly gone, and he was quiet. Otherwise, he makes everything and everyone bad, unless it's drugs. Rafe would have laughed at my strawberry pants long ago and would have said something stupid. I turned around, went to the dinning table to sew the wound on his hand.

»What happened?« I asked again, carefully after numbing his skin with some cream. «It's none of your business« and while he was saying that in a strong voice, he ran his hand through his hair. Now the old Rafe is coming back, so I didn't ask any further and just started sewing his cuts on his hand.

»So who's that James guy?« he asked after it was silent between us.
»It's none of your business« I quoted him.
»Ouch, damn it« he wailed.
»Stay still«.»Is he a kook?« he started trying to get some answers who James was.

I definitely had no idea who James was because it was just a lie to provoke Rafe, but I will stick to this lie for a little time.

»I'm not going to tell you that« I said and cut off the rest of the tape after I finished sewing.

He left the kitchen without saying anything. It wasn't surprising that he didn't say thank you or tell me what happened because that's Rafe Cameron.

The first morning of our summer holidays started with the moment when I woke up first. Despite from the fact, that I was awake for at least two hours in the middle of the night while Sarah was still sleeping soundly next to me.

I opened the curtains and I directly started to smile. It was the perfect weather to surf. It was windy and rainy.
Yes it sounds weird but when the weather is like that then the waves are incredible and they have the perfect height to surf. How could the day start any better?

I jumped on the bed and hopped around to wake up Sarah. »Oh god it's so early« she grumbled into the pillow. »Come on, it's half past ten and it's the perfect day for surfing« I motivated her. »And you would see John B« I mumbled, not even sure if she heard it.

John B is trying to teach her how to surf and I swear these two people are made for each other, but they won't get it. Since Sarah is chilling with us, it could be possible that they kissed one or two times, but nobody told Topper.

The way John B watches her when she's in the water, or how they smile at each other when she enters his hut. Sarah and John B are an exception for me to believe in love.

I called my best friends and just one hour later we met on the beach. »Hello chaotic people« I said and hugged everyone. The wind blew through my hair and the waves slide over my feet.

»Let's kill it BABY« JJ screamed and ran into the water with his surfboard. Nothing stopped me from standing on the beach staring at the waves any longer, so I followed JJ and behind me were Kie, Pope, Sarah and John B.

At first, it's scary because you get to know the feeling how strong the waves are when you're on the surfboard. It's a different feeling when you aren't on the beach practicing. You learn how to control it. And then you know:Surfing is incredible. Sometimes it feels so surreal and I think riding on the waves is just magical.Surfing is a mood lift. With every wave you catch, adrenaline pumps through your veins. You feel free. You feel like a new human. Somebody who just found the happiness of the lifetime. The wind that you can feel on your face and the salt water that dries on your lips. That's magic.