It's the summer after high school graduation. Olivia Routledge was expecting to party and have the time of her life with her friends. That is until she found herself falling in love with the king of the kooks.
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I arrive home after working 6 hours at the boat shop and then 6 hours at the diner. All I want to do is shower and go to sleep, so I start doing just that.
I step out of the shower and wrap my towel around me. I always do the boys' laundry first so majority of my clothes are dirty at this point. I dig in the laundry basket full of clean, folded clothes that have yet to be put away. I pull out one of JJ's bigger t-shirts and a pair of my soft Nike shorts.
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I look around and I start to feel guilty seeing all of the things that need done around the house. I promise myself I will start on that list tomorrow.
I lay down and begin to fall asleep almost as soon as my head hits the pillow.
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I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing, not my alarm, but a phone call. I'm not sure what time it is but I see the moon is shining through my bedroom window, so it must be late.
I find my phone tucked underneath my pillow and grab it, the light practically blinding my tired eyes. I look at the caller ID. Rafe. I glance quickly at the time in the corner of the screen before answering. 1:03 a.m.
I accept the call and clear my voice before muttering a "hello?"
I hear Rafe's father, Ward Cameron, yelling in the background and then a door slam.
I start getting myself out of bed before Rafe has even spoken, fearing the worst.
I hear him breathing heavily, still not speaking.
"Rafe?" I speak up, meanwhile I am sliding on an old pair of slides and trying to find my damn car keys.
"I-I don't know what to do right now." I hear him say, finally.
"Okay, just breathe, I'm on my way." I find the set of keys under a pizza box on the table, the boys must have ordered a pizza for dinner.
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I finally arrive at Tanneyhill, the drive being pretty quick considering it's 1 in the morning. I park my car up the street to be on the safe side, knowing Sarah is probably home. I jog through the lawn and realize I can't just go knock on the front door. Thankfully Rafe's bedroom is on the main floor, I stand on my tip toes and look in his window. I see him in his room pacing back and forth.
I hurry to the back patio and grab a chair to stand on. I slide his window open and climb inside.
"Rafe, what happened?" I make my way over to him.
He pauses and stares off at nothing. "I'm trying to get my shit together, I really am." He is looking around aimlessly and speaking more as if he is trying to convince himself than anybody else.
I pull his body into mine, his head is tucked into my neck. He is slouching over to meet my height, being about 10 inches taller than me. I feel some of his weight lean into me and his arms wrap around my lower back.
I stand there in his bedroom, holding him for awhile, his breathing has settled. I'm not sure if I should press him about the fight he has obviously just had with his father. I just stand there holding him as I run my hands softly through his hair.
I feel him pull away from me slightly and his eyes come down to meet mine. One of his hands come up and tuck a small section of my hair behind my ear, the other is fixed on my waist. I see him lean in and he presses his lips softly against mine. I feel butterflies in my stomach. I pull away and take a small step back.
"Rafe, I-" I start to speak but he quickly cuts me off.
"No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He says, shaking his head. "God, I'm sorry."
"No, no. It's alright, really. Let's just sit down." I say and we make our way to sitting on his neatly made bed. My back is resting against his headboard as he lays beside me.
"Do you want to talk about what happened with your father?" I ask him, trying to ignore the kiss. I don't want to make him feel weird about it, but also I am slightly freaking myself out on the inside. I try not to think about it, I'm sure it meant nothing, I turn my attention to Rafe.
"My dad thinks I'm a total fuck up." A tear slides down his face and I can tell it is out of anger.
I reach out and wipe it away.
"I'm gonna get clean, I am. I just need to man up and get my shit together." He continues speaking as he repeatedly points to himself. Another tear falls down his face.
"Hey." I say and I pull his body back into mine. "'Manning up' has nothing to do with it. You're struggling, and that's okay. Everyone goes through hard times. You'll get past this, Rafe. I know you will."
