H O S T A G E - rafe cameron

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A/N: This chapter takes place during S1:E3

In the morning, after a long night of tossing and turning, Mikayla finally decided to meet up with the pogues been as she hadn't spoken to any of them since the boneyard party.

She woke up fairly early, around 8 in the morning, where she began getting ready.

She put on one of her favourite royal blue bikinis underneath a cream coloured hoodie, tying her hair up with a claw clip and adding some jewellery along with it.

After getting changed, washing her face and brushing her teeth, she went downstairs to grab something to eat for breakfast.

"Rebecca, where did you put all of the fruit I bought the other day?" Mikayla asked while she searched through the fridge.

"How would I know?" She mumbled, not even turning her head to look at her as she sat on the couch continuing to watch Dance Moms.

"Did you seriously eat it all?" Mikayla scoffed after looking over to her stepmom, who was picking off the stalk of a strawberry and carefully taking a bite.

Cory walked in half asleep, nosily stood in the doorway to see what on earth they were arguing about.

"Cory, you're coming to the store with me later, Kay?" She smiled after turning around, patting him on the shoulder whilst she squeezed past him.

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"Guys!" She yelled as she skipped along the dock in front of her house, at the end stood the well-known, glorious HMS Pogue.

"Look who it is." John. B spoke first, humorously.

"Don't act so disappointed to see me." Mikayla smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder as she carefully stepped onto the boat before reaching to mess up his hair.

The rest of the pogues greeted her, her and Kie sharing a friendly hug whilst the boat set off.

"Nice of to finally join us." Pope gave her a fist bump as JJ only watched jealously, not yet saying anything to her.

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"You guys see that? That's a Malibu 24-MXZ. The world's finest wakesetter." JJ analysed, whistling as he watched the classy boat approach.

"Nerd." Mikayla uttered, only shaking her head at him as she lay in the sun, ontop of a beach towel beside Kiara who sat on the edge, hand overboard as she felt the cool water.

JJ ignored her words, quickly glancing at her only to see her eyes were shut. He continued to blabber on about whatever other facts he had previously researched.

"200K, easy." He stated, peering over his shoulder to take another glance at the gorgeous boat.

"We picked the wrong parents." Pope envied, his words most obviously ironic.

"I hate to break it to you guys, but that's Topper and his girlfriend." Kiara sassed. She quickly glanced over at Mikayla who's eyes shot open, laying her head lower so she was completely out of sight as they passed.

"Don't act like you don't see us bitch." Kiara uttered, rolling her eyes at Sarah as the couple left the group's presence completely unnoticed.

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"Hey, B." Mikayla smiled as she walked into Barry's bedroom.

"When have you ever called me B?" Barry laughed, confused by the fact she had never addressed him by anything other than his name.

"What, does it bother you?" She said, raising her eyebrows while looking into his eyes, where she saw a look of uncertainty.

"Nah, nah." He reassured after clearing his throat.

"Why you here anyway?"

There was a lengthened pause as she contemplated what she was about to say in response.

"Coke." Mikayla sighed, scratching her forehead as she spoke.

"Mikayla, no."

"I'll pay you double. Please?"

"No." Barry repeated.

"Triple." She said, not convincingly enough for him to give in. She'd have to try a little harder than that.

"I already told you, no." He said firmly, leaning against the wall.

"Why not?" She asked, beginning to grow slightly agitated, pacing around the room at the uneasy thought of leaving this place sober.

She missed the adrenaline. She missed the blissful feeling that coke gave her whenever she did it.

Barry didn't respond, only watching, disappointedly as she walked back and forth, hands to her head whilst her breathing began unsteady.

"Why do you have to be so difficult?" She stated, rather than questioned him. Barry stayed silent,

"I want to help you, Micky." He said finally, starting to get slightly fed up by her actions.

"Stop." He practically yelled, catching her off guard as he abruptly grabbed her wrist.

"Look at me. You went to see your uncle for a reason, did you not?" Mikayla's head was low, eyes to the floor unsure of what to say.

"You're 3 months clean. You for real wanna just throw that all away, like it was absolutely nothing?"

"Well, technically only 2 and a half."

"Whatever. I'm not letting you relapse. Not because of me atleast."

"Why do you care so much?"

"You don't even know me." She said, in a disappointed, desolate tone.

"I don't know you? I, don't know you?" He scoffed.

"Mikayla, you're the only person I've ever actually felt I could be myself with."

She had no time to react, or even realise what he had just said when her heart dropped abruptly, hearing the sharp sound of one's throat being cleared.

"Why is he always here?" Mikayla rolled her eyes at the man awkwardly stood near the door.

"You need some?" Barry precautiously asked Rafe, trying not to make the situation even more awkward than it already was.

"Uh, Yeah." He flashed Barry a short smile whilst he got up to grab the duffel bag in his closet.

"Ight, let's see," He said, looking over at Mikayla who seemed to be out of it as he unzipped the navy blue bag.

"Voilà, this what we looking for?" He proceeded to pull out a baggie, filled with coke, twisted tightly at the top.

Rafe noticed Mikayla in the corner of his eye, her eyes widened at the sight of it.

"Yeah, yeah."

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A/N: Updates will be published slower because I've been busy with school, etc.
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