You are a year younger than Rafe and Sarah's twin. You are dating Topper.
"Hey Y/N do you wanna go out golfing with the guys and I?" He asked walking down the hall. I panicked and closed the toilet lid scrambling off the floor. "What are you hiding?" He asked leaning against the bathroom door. We had a jack and jill bathroom so it connected our rooms. "Nothing." I say quickly. He gave me a confused look and crossed his arm. I flushed the toilet and pulled my hair up. "Golfing with the guys?" I say trying to throw him off. "Yeah Topper and Kelce were going to meet us there at noon. It's 10:40 now." I nod. "Ok. I'm gonna shower and then change." I say shooing him out. I take a hot shower in hopes it makes me feel better. My throat hurt, my stomach was rolling and my head pounding. I get dressed in a baby pink Nike crew neck and leggings. I put on my leggings and white air forces. I put my hair in a single Dutch braid and some light make up. Just enough to cover the purple under my eyes and add some color to my cheeks. I pause feeling my stomach turn. I hurry back to the bathroom and turn on the sink trying to cover up the sound as I throw up the very little my stomach held. I flushed the toilet and brushed my teeth trying to rid myself of the awful taste. I walk down to the kitchen and see Rafe packing up his golf stuff. "You ready?" I ask trying to sound happy. "Yeah. You?" I nod and I get in the passenger seat of his mustang. I turn of his favorite song to avoid talking and open the window slightly to avoid nausea. I didn't want to turn the new car smell into a lingering puke smell. He turns down the radio and pulls into Dunkin. I bite my lip trying to think of how I was going to lie about this. He knows Dunkin is my favorite and I loved the (your favorite dunkin drink or drink in general) so what was I going to say. He knew I didn't eat already. "(Your favorite drink?)" Rafe asked me going to order it. "No I'm good." I smile he gives me a confused look. "You're good?" I nod. "Yeah. I'm not really in a coffee mood. I'll get the strawberry lemonade at the club." I say playing with my hair. "Ok..." he orders his plain black coffee and a bagel and pays and we are off to the club. "You feeling ok?" Rafe asked mouth half full of bagel. "Yeah I'm fine." I say fidgeting with my nails. "Sure about that?" He asked looking at my hands. He knew all my nervous coping skills. "Yeah. Just a little tired." I smile. "You'd tell me if something is wrong right? You trust me enough with that?" He says. God damn it why was he so manipulative. "Of course I trust you Rafe." I say rolling my eyes. We pull into the golf course I see Topper and hurry out of the car done lying. I hate lying especially to Rafe. He has been there for me for my entire life. Every time there has ever been an issue Rafe is who I turn too. But right now I didn't want to ruin his day. So I was going to suck it up and go to the golf course with him. I wrap my arms around Topper and he kissed my forehead giving me a confused look. "You feel warm." I roll my eyes. "It's 90 degrees out Top." He raises his eyebrows. "So why are you wearing a Hoodie?" I bite my lip. "Because my phone said it was 60." I lie. He gives me an unconvinced look. "You ready?" Kelce asked slinging his arm around Topper and Rafe making me sway. That was not helping my nausea. "Yeah Y/N just wants to grab a lemonade before we get to the course." Rafe says drawing all attention to me. "Right Y/N/N? Unless you have something to tell me of course." I shake my head. "Lemonade sounds great." I say forcing a smile. "Off we go then." I roll my eyes and walk to the stand. "So i don't know what is going on but I came here to golf." Kelce says annoyed. "We will. Once Y/N drinks her lemonade." Rafe says ordering for me and paying. I groan and take a small sip. "See. I'm fine." He rolls his eyes. "I have seen you chug a beer faster than that." I groan and take another sip. "Fuck." I mumble pushing it at Rafe and walking away. I get to the bushes before I puke up the lemonade. "That's disgusting." Kelce says grossed out. I flip him off and then puke up the last bit. Rafe puts a hand on my back. "So you're sick huh?" He says wrapping his hand around my waist to hold me up. "Yeah." I pant out tiredly. "Let's get you home." He says holding me up. "Thanks..." I mutter tiredly. "I'm sorry for ruining your day." I say embarrassed. "Don't apologize. Topper said he would meet us at the house." Rafe tells me buckling me in.
