𝐓𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 ~ 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

8. Trip

Rafe is supposed to leave his house in the space of an hour, and it's not looking good. He has a headache of the size of a planet, and he still has to finish packing everything before he gets to leave. He also knows that as soon as his dad sees that he's that late with their plans already, he'll be getting a whole entire scolding. So, to say he's a little in a bad mood is an understatement.

He doesn't want to go. It will be two stupid weeks full of conferences and meetings of his dad's business. Sure, Rafe understands that it's needed for him to go to all of this stuff since, one day, Ward will pass him everything, but, God, why now?

Rafe obviously hasn't seen you after last night, and the two of you haven't texted either. He expects you to be still asleep, so he hasn't even bothered to do it yet - not wanting to wake you up. But he has to admit, you haven't left his mind for more than five minutes. Every time he's distracted while packing, he will find himself thinking back on yesterday and how you looked and felt.

From what he heard a few hours ago, the guy who he beat him made his way into the house and cleaned up his own wounds. The owner of the party, who Rafe has no idea who it is, found him and decided to take him to a doctor. Rafe simply gave the guy a possible black eye, a serious bloody nose, and a busted lip. He has done worse. And, to add to that, Rafe's name hasn't been mentioned once.

When thinking about the guy, Rafe finds himself thinking about you yet again. The way you held his hands or the way you looked at the blood. If there was a time when Rafe couldn't read you by your expressions, it was yesterday. You didn't seem scared for one second, but can he conclude that you were 100% comfortable with it?

Rafe sighs as he throws another shirt into his bag carelessly and faces his wardrobe once more. He can hear his family downstairs, especially his dad walking in and out of the house with all of the bags to the car. He can occasionally hear Rose speaking to him about the hotel, but Rafe zones out right after.

His sisters' are also up. Sarah is already out of the house, and Wheezie must be finishing getting dressed - for some reason. Wheezie is one that likes to wake up early but never gets ready at this time, which is weird. Again, Rafe zones out before he can even get a conclusion out of the sounds around him.

He stands before his bag and begins to count how much he already has and how much more he still needs. Rafe is still waiting for the ibuprofen to work on his headache, but it still isn't doing a thing, meaning that he's left to count and think for a few more minutes.

A car pulls out of the driveway and, not even 3 minutes later, there are voices in the hallway downstairs. Rafe's ears perk up at the familiar voice of someone, and he frowns a little. He stands in the middle of his room, quiet and non-moving, waiting for the confirmation he so needs for this morning to go well.

"Wheezie still needs to eat her breakfast, but she will come down pretty soon." Ward's voice is heard downstairs, "Feel free to do whatever while you wait. Do you want anything to eat?"

The voice answers more softly and not as loud, and then, suddenly, Rafe doesn't hear it anymore. He restarts walking around, running his hands through his hair as he's growing more and more frustrated with what he still needs to pack. He still needs to get the stuff in his bathroom, all of his chargers, and headphones... God, why is he standing still again?!

There's a knock on his door, and Rafe tenses up. It could very much be his father, trying to see if they can leave in just a few minutes or trying to see if there are any bags he can bring down to the car. But every single thought stops as the knock is heard again.

Rafe opens the door, and you, who had just been looking over your shoulder, look up at him. A beautiful smile appears on your face when you see him, and Rafe's heart skips an entire beat.