Love is war - Rafe Cameron

Polaroid 8 - dont drink and drive

"Where were you?" Kiara asked as I walked back to the group.

"Definitely smoking a joint the way she smells, without me which makes it even worse," JJ said.

"You know what's even more interesting? Why are you wearing my brother's hoodie?" Sarah asked, and everyone was now scanning my hoodie.

"You were smoking with Rafe? Nah, forget me saying that I wanted to be a part of it," JJ then said.

"He spilled my drink all over me, so he offered me his hoodie," I explained, taking JJ's drink out of his hands. I watched the offended look on his face while taking a sip.

"Can't believe it, Rafe offered someone something without taking anything in reverse," Pope added.

"We're not sure about that," JJ said, and his face changed to looking slightly disgusted again. I handed him his drink back and said: "Nothing happened, guys," I said and noticed that the sip I took from JJ's drink was one too many for my already very drunk self.

"Oops, I was having a little too much," I said while my vision was getting blurry for a second, which caused me to tremble. "Okay, Princess," JJ said while grabbing me to keep me from falling. "Shouldn't have stolen my drink there, eh?" he added while looking at me as if he had won a competition.

"I was drunk before your drink," I said, starting to get my balance back. At least that bit of balance the alcohol hasn't taken away from my body.

"I really want another drink," I then said and just wanted to walk off when JJ stopped me: "No more drinks for you. Remember me saying we're going to get wasted tonight? Yeah, you reached that point, congrats but now your drunk self needs to stop."

"You're wasted as well," I said like a little girl that's not getting more ice cream and is now making pointless occasions.

"But I am handling it way better than you are," JJ replied with a smirk.

"You may be right there," I added giggling.

"But I need to pee," I said, with JJ replied: "Someone should go with you."

"JJ, I am going to pee, alone. I think I can handle that."

JJ looked at Sarah, who then said: "I need to pee as well. Let's go together."

I realized that this was only a babysitting plan, but I really did not care at that point.

Sarah and I were walking up to the little house with the toilets, which was next to the parking lot. On the parking lot, there were Topper and Rafe talking.

"Hey, Sarah," Topper waved at her.

Sarah stopped waving back. "Isn't he your ex?" I asked her.

"Yeah, but we're still cool," Sarah added, and shortly after, Topper and Rafe were standing in front of us.

I was looking up and down at Rafe. Drunk me didn't really care that it was obvious as fuck.

Sarah and Topper were talking to each other, and it really seemed pretty chill. "I will go to the toilet; I'll be right back," I said, leaving.

Sarah nodded and let me go, probably because it was only ten meters away from where we were standing.

I looked at myself in the mirror, fixing a few parts of my hair. I winked at myself in the mirror, which always gives me that kick of self-confidence when I am drunk. Then I went out of the toilet, but I did not come far because Rafe was right outside it.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, as if it was illegal.

"Someone needed to make sure you're okay and these two are having a good talk," Rafe said while looking at his sister and Topper.

"I guess I can handle going to the toilet on my own, but thanks, big guy," I answered.

Rafe chuckled. "You took forever, Ivy."

I hadn't realized that. "Whoopsies," I said, leaning against the door.

"I think I've reached the end of the party. It won't get better anymore; it will only get worse," I admitted, closing my eyes.

"I guess you're right there. Let me take you home," Rafe said.

"Hahah well played, but you can't just take advantage of me because I'm drunk, but I can still think, Rafey," I mumbled, my eyes still closed.

"Honey, I was talking about driving you home. Don't get your hopes up," Rafe replied.

I decided not to answer anymore because my brain couldn't come up with good ones.

"Come on, let's go," Rafe said, laying his arm around my waist to make me come with him.

We went back to Sarah and Topper, and Rafe said, "I am going to take little drunk girl home."

"Rafe, you're not going to..." Sarah started.

"I was talking about bringing her home to her place, safely, goddamn," Rafe interrupted her.

"Rafe, promise me," Sarah repeated.

"Yeah, I promise," Rafe said, rolling his eyes.

So we walked to his car, and he opened the door for me. "Rafe, don't drink and drive," I mumbled while just looking at him and the open car door.

"Ivy, don't drink and annoy me. Get in the car," Rafe said.

I hesitated, and Rafe said, "I am a good drunk driver. Get in the car, now."

"Now that is the most stupid thing I have ever heard, Mr. Cameron," I said, but I got in the car at the same time.

"Good girl," Rafe said ironically as I put the seat belt on.

"A little less irony, and that would have actually been hot," I mumbled.

"A little less talking and you might actually be hot," Rafe said, smirking about his own joke. I held my heart theatrically.

It wasn't a long drive home, and we arrived safely. Rafe parked the car in the driveway. "Here we are," he said as he got out of the car.

"Thanks for not killing me," I said to him when we both stood next to the car.

"Come on," he said, starting to walk towards our house. "Rafe, it's literally only 5 steps to my house. I think I'm good," I said.

"I said I am going to get you home safely, so I will," he said, not stopping his way towards my house.

When we reached our door, he leaned next to it to the wall. "Now my mission is completed," he said, while I was just scared that my parents would wake up.

"Thank you," I said with a smile. "You're welcome. Good night," Rafe said, turning around and leaving. To be honest, I thought he would make another move at that point, at least one. Even though I was the one wanting things to take their time, I was now a little disappointed. Shaking my head at myself for being so lost in this boy already, I entered the house.

Only to see that I didn't have to be scared that my parents could wake up. They were awake, really awake. They were sitting at the kitchen table, looking at me. And it wasn't a "welcome home, honey" face.