Good Days •Rafe Cameron•

The Wreck

"Come on let's go." I say, standing up from the floor and stretching my hand out for Rafe to take. He stares at my small fingers before interlocking his hand with mine. I gently pull him up from the toilet seat. His height towering over me in the tiny bathroom.
"Where are we going?" He asked, confusion written all over his face. "To get something to eat, remember?" I say, slipping out of the bathroom with him following me behind.
"Our family's still expect us to hang out together. And as much as I don't want to; I promised Anna." I say. Rafe scoffs. "Your Pogue friends aren't gonna be at the Wreck, right. I have enough on my plate with John B living here." He sighs.
"I don't know." I shrug my shoulders, guiding him to my car out front. "And even if they are; you're not going to say a word." I command.
I unlocked the doors with the key. "Get in." I demanded. Rafe opens the passenger door before hopping inside. I get into the drivers side and buckle me seatbelt.
I decided to keep the radio off and just enjoy the silence. Rafe pulls the window down on his side. He leans his head slightly out as he enjoys the breeze. His usual slick back hair was now messed up from the wind. The blonde locks fell in his eyes.
We finally make it to the restaurant. I pull the car into the back of the Wreck. "Come on." I smile brightly. "You're gonna love my cooking." I hop out the car. Rafe follows me as I go through the back door that leads to the kitchen.
"Hi, Patrick." I smile at one of the cooks. "Hey, Phoebe." He greets as he dunks a basket of Cajun fries into the oil.
"This is Rafe." I say, pointing to the tall Kook. Rafe gives the man a small wave. "I'm gonna cook him up something to eat." I explain. I take an apron from the coat rack and wrap it around my waist.
"So what do you want to eat?" I asked Rafe. "Can you make me Poi Boy Sandwich and some Cajun Fries with a Sweet Tea?" He asked, looking at one of the menus that was lying around in the back.
"Sure." I smile. "Just give me 15 minutes. You can go sit out front. I'll bring it to you." I push him towards the door.
I turn back to the kitchen as I start to work on the food. I pull my curls up to a quick bun, not really caring that a few curls are sticking out. I quickly wash my hands and slip on some gloves.
I start with the fries before working on the ingredients for the sandwich. I decided to make myself the same.
I must have been too focused on my cooking that I didn't even hear the sound of Kiara, JJ, Pope, and John B come in from the back.
"Oh, hey, Be." Pope greets. I look up from the stove. A smile instantly appears on my face. "Hey, boys. Hey, Kie." I greeted the Pogues.
"I didn't know you had a shift today." Kiara say, putting on an apron. "Um...I don't. Did Anna say anything about this morning?" I asked.
Kiara shakes her head. "No why?" She asked, slapping JJ's hand away from a plate full of shrimp. "Um...apparently your parents think I should start hanging out with Rafe." I say with a sigh. I immediately avoid eye contact with my cousin as I continue to fry the fries in the oil.
"Yo! What!" Kiara exclaims. The rest of the staff looks up from their task. "Is he here?" She asked. "Are you making him food?"
"Yeah." I answered. "He's sitting out front." I nod my heads towards the kitchen door.
"So, what?" JJ says. "Are your folks trying to set you up with some Kook Prince?" He asked. I roll my eyes. "No." I scoff.
"And besides, it's not like I'm living with the Cameron's. John B is." I say. Kiara, Pope, and JJ simultaneously turn to John B. Their eyebrows raised.
"You're living with the Cameron's?" Pope laughs in disbelief. John B glares at me. "Thanks for throwing me under the bus, Be." He says. "You're welcome." I beam. I finish up the food and take my apron off.
"I need to take these to Rafe." I say, taking the plates in my hand. "This is bullshit. Did Sarah say you can stay with her? John B, she's going to get inside your head." Kiara pouts. Her lips turn upside down. The Pogues follow me up front.
I stop in my tracks. "Can you guys just please not start anything?" I snap. "Anna and Mike will be pissed if you guys started some fight in the restaurant. Just don't get in my way." I walk towards the table where Rafe is sitting. He doesn't notice the glares from the Pogues as he's too busy texting. Probably to that Barry guy.
"Here's your food." I hand him the plate with his drink. I set my plate down in front of an empty chair with my Sprite.
     Rafe immediately takes a huge bite out of his sandwich. He closes his eyes as he moans to the taste. "Damn! Is it good." I joke. "You're horking it down like it's your last meal." I exclaimed taking a bite of my Cajun Fries.
    "I don't even know why you're still hanging out with me this long?" He says, wiping his mouth with a napkin. I shrug my shoulders. "I'm just doing what Mike and Anna asked of me." I say.
    "So you'd still rather being hanging out with your Pogue friends?" He asked. I turn around in my chair.
    Pope, JJ, and John B all glare at us. JJ's eyes go back and forth between me and Rafe. John B turns away, pretending he wasn't looking. Pope stands with his fist clenched.
     I turn back to Rafe. "They're not assholes. Unlike you." I spoke. "How am I the asshole, when the Pogues keep getting into everything and ruin things?" He demanded.
     "Um...where you not the who chased JJ into the bathroom? Or how about when you were a complete jerk to me at the Midsummer's party?" I rebutted. I pouted my lips. Similar to the way Kiara usually did. Our facial expressions often mimicked each other.
    Rafe suddenly leans over the table. His face inches from mine. I can see all the perfect imperfections on his skin.
    "How was I supposed to know that your parents passed away?" He says, waving his hands around. "Killed." I corrected. "They were killed." I look down at my food.
"Yeah, Rose mentioned yesterday how you guys where hit by a drunk driver." He says. I look up from my food. "Yeah." I whisper. Rafe's eyes soften for a moment before they're back to being their usual brooding self.
"So....what happened to the driver?" He asked. A long sigh leaves my lips. "Um...he's in prison. Got 50 years." I answered.
     "Damn." He sighs. "Welp, what are you gonna do, right?" Rafe shrugs his shoulder, leaning back into his chair. I click my tongue. "Yup, what are you gonna do?" I say, shrugging my shoulders as well.
      The two of us are silent for a moment. I can here Kiara rambling to the boys about how selfish Anna and Mike are being.
      "So why do you do drugs?" I asked the Kook. Rafe's eyes meet mine. His eyes are cold and pale as he looks into my big brown doe eyes.
    "It's just something I started to do a while ago." He answers. I'm surprised he actually answered. "Yeah, but why?" I pressed. Rafe waves his hand for me to stop. "Stop acting like that." He snaps. "Like what!" I snap back. He's clearly irritated by my questioning. "Like you're trying to figure me out." His demeanor suddenly changed from calm to paranoid. "Just because you shared some bullshit traumatic experience you went through; doesn't mean I have to do the same." His voice is deep and low. He runs his fingers through his hair.
     "You're an ass, Rafe Cameron!" I yelled. I can hear the Pogues grow quiet as they listen. "Well..." Rafe starts. "I don't really care what you think of me." He sighs. I roll my eyes and scoff; pushing myself out of the seat.
     "Do you really want to know what I think of you?" I tower over him. Rafe looks up at me from his seat. He decides to push himself out of the chair. My eyes follow him as he begins to tower over me now.
     "No." He answered. "But I bet you're going to tell me." He says, with a sly smirk on his face. I narrow my eyes. "I despise you." I say. "Why do you despise me?" Rafe mocks. "Because every time I hear Mike and Anna speak so highly of you; deep down I know that you are lazy, faulty, and miserable." I snap.
     "Oh, wow. Very interesting observation." Rafe mocks, again. "Yeah, well selfish people love to talk about themselves." I muttered. "Oh, so now I'm selfish?" Rafe asked. "Yes! Very selfish. With your money, talented, beauty..." I list off. Rafe eyes widen with delight. "Awe, you think I'm beautiful?" He smiles, proudly. I rolled my eyes. "I bet you like that you old vanity." I sighed.
The two of us stood close. Our bodies only a few centimeters apart as our eyes stayed locked on each other. Our breathing began to move in sync.
"I think it's time for you to leave?" The sound of JJ voice startled me out of my staring competition with Rafe.
Rafe finally broke eye contact with me as he locked eyes with JJ. Rafe smiles, letting out a sarcastic laugh.
"Alright." Rafe raises his hands up in surrender. "I'll go. Bye, Be." He says. He grabs his drink before strutting out of the restaurant. I mentally cringe at the sound of my nickname coming from him.
"What an ass." Kiara says, taking a seat at the table. She pushes Rafe's tray away from her as the rest of the boys join us at the table.
"Are the Cameron siblings all bad?" I sigh, sitting next to Kiara. John B shrugs his shoulder. "Not Wheezie." He answered. Pope shakes his head, disagreeing. "Nope, she's still considered unclassified." He jokes. I laugh the join running my hands through my hair.
"Okay, let's get down to business." John B says, changing the subject. "We have the map now. All we need to do is find the original locations."