H O S T A G E - rafe cameron

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     MIKAYLA entered the room the man pointed to, Topper and Gracie following behind her.

Barry?" Mikayla said quietly.

A man, who had long, dark hair, that was wrapped up into a messy low bun, spun around. He stared at the boy for a few moments, then shifting his eyes to Mikayla, who stood behind him.

"Mickey." He chanted, before clicking his tongue against his front teeth.

Mickey was Barry's nickname for Mikayla, he was the only person who had ever used it.

"You know him?" Gracie whispered, Mikayla grimacing at her as she turned and pushed past Topper who stood in the doorway of the room.

"Thought ya moved away, asshole." He grinned, his smile glinting with gold-plated accents.

"Not chit-chatting with you right now." She shook her head, to which Barry gave her a look of confusion, wondering why else she would come to see him.

"Rafe been here?" She continued, crossing her arms as she looked back at Topper and Gracie, who seemed absolutely baffled.

"Rafe? Rafe Mother fuckin' Cameron? You're seeing Rafe Cameron," He spoke, ironically, cackling at his own joke.

"No! No, no, no! When did I say that? He's such a dick." She shoved him playfully before putting a hand to her forehead.

"Why else would you need him so desperately?" Barry raised his eyebrows, his eyes not leaving Mikayla's as he cautiously walked around her and out the room, past the others who both moved out of the way when they saw him coming in their direction.

"Anyone else want a drink?" He asked, looking up at the three as he knelt down to view the contents of his fridge, Gracie and Topper only staring at him as if he were psycho.

"What you got?" Mikayla said, breaking the awkward silence between them.

"Take a look." He gestured for her to come see what he had, before cracking open a chilled can of beer.

"My God, you're stocked." She stated, admiring the excessive amount of cans and bottles that filled the tiny fridge.

"Right," Barry laughed, watching as she searched for a specific drink.

"Where's all your stellas gone-" Mikayla complained, disappointed that the guy from earlier had took the last can.

She paused, her eyes widening at the sight of someone entering through the front door, which caused Topper and Gracie to turn also, in curiosity.

"Yo, Rafe." Topper walked up to him, before patting him on the shoulder and giving him a fist bump.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Mikayla scoffed, expecting more from him. Maybe an
'oh, heres your brother back!' at least?

She then popped open a beer, which was her second option due to the lack of her favourite.

"Wait, Mikayla?" He said as he narrowed his eyes at the girl.