team effort - rafe cameron 3

eight

late that night, i was still at rafe's, hanging out in the basement as he played his xbox. he had his headset on, talking into the mic as i scrolled through my phone. i was bored though, and tired. i wanted to go home and crawl in bed, but i knew the second i walked into my house, there was going to be hellfire, and all of it swarming me. just as i went to lock my phone, i saw a message from my mom. i clicked on it, it was her telling me my dad had gone to sleep and i could come home, giving me the garage code, but if not, that she just wanted a text to know i was okay. i looked over at rafe, seeing him finish his match. he looked over at me, pulling his headset off.

"you okay?" he asked.

"my mom said my dad went to bed and i can go home." i told him.

"oh," he said. "you want to go home?"

"not really," i shook my head. "plus, if i go home then they'll never let me out for the charity thing i promised to go to with you."

"you can crash here, you'd just have to stay in sarah or wheezie's room." he shrugged.

"okay," i nodded. "yeah, that'd be better."

"okay," he smiled as he turned of his xbox. i sent my mom a text, letting her know i was okay and was crashing with a friend. she sent a heart back as rafe stood. i followed him, up the stairs and into the living area where his step mom was.

"hey, rose." rafe said as she looked over, seeing me.

"hello," she said.

"this is ainsley, she's gonna crash here tonight."

"okay, but she has to-"

"sleep with sarah or wheeze, yeah we discussed it." he waved her off.

"thank you so much," i smiled at her and followed him up the stairs. he knocked on a closed door.

"what?" i heard sarah's voice. he pushed the door open and she saw me.

"can she crash with you tonight?"

"yeah, sure, what's wrong?"

"nothing," i shook my head, lying. "it's just too late to go home."

"okay," she nodded. rafe looked to me and smiled.

"text me if she's a problem."

"says you," i snorted. he walked off, into his bedroom next door. i stepped in as sarah grabbed clothes from her closet.

"here," she handed them to me. "you can shower if you want, there's toothbrushes under the sink and a brush in the drawer, use whatever."

"thanks, sarah, seriously. and i'm sorry about hitting your boyfriend in the face with the bean bag."

"you were coked up, curtesy of my brother. it's all good, he's fine."

"is there any chance i could borrow one of your dresses tomorrow?"

"for what?" she asked.

"i'm going to that charity thing as rafe's "date" and if i go home to get a dress, i'll never be allowed back out."

"yeah, whatever you want." she nodded. "are you sure you're okay?"

"just family shit, it's all good." i shook my head and walked into the bathroom.

....

the next day, sarah, wheezie and i all got ready in sarah's room, doing our hair and getting our dresses on.

"here wheeze," sarah pushed the glasses on her face. "you need those."

"shoes," i handed them both their pairs. sarah handed me the ones she'd lent me and we all pulled them on before going down the stairs where ward, rose, rafe and john b were all waiting. i let my eyes scan all of theirs before landing on rafe's. i watched a smile come across his face as he held on his hand. i placed mine in his as i descended down the last couple of steps.