𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐎𝐂

Fourteen.

I hadn't seen Rafe, or heard of him in 3 days.

Not even in his own home.

I'd been back and forth to the Cameron's house these past few days. Of course only to see Sarah.
Yet that didn't stop me from keeping an eye out for a certain blue eyed boy.

It was like he had vanished.

The Outer Banks was somewhat an all around close Island. Unless your referring to the "class split". Otherwise known as the Kook and Pogue divide.

Besides, everyone still knows everyone. Seeing the same people almost everyday. Only a walk or drive away from home to home.

That's why i was so stuck on how i hadn't managed to bump into Rafe.

I was currently sat in my own bedroom. Practically counting the cracks in the walls.

I felt sort of stuck. In my own mind that is.
First of, i had Rafe on my mind, and what i had done to him.

It was weird. Usually when people with any sort of attitude gives me shit, i can brush it off and forget about it. Seeing them as just unhappy within themselves, meaning they project that negativity on others.

But this whole situation with Rafe felt different, and i just couldn't put my finger on why.

I mean, maybe it wasn't even that big of a deal. Maybe he will just leave me alone this time, for good.

I just wish i could apologise. For bailing so quickly on him. But i truly couldn't help it.

Once my mind washes up an idea; that's it. I guess you could call it self sabotage?

In this case, it was that Rafe didn't really want to be in my presence. That he was playing into some sort of joke.

And apparently i couldn't fucking handle that thought. So i left.

Expect disappointment and you will never get disappointed.

I've had to learn that phrase through out my life.

Starting at my parents already rocky relationship, which then turned into a divorce. Then watching my dad leave. And just to add to that, seeing my mum drown deeper and deeper into an alcohol addiction.

Oh, and Jj's antics. But i'm trying to get over that.

I felt my phone suddenly buzz in my jean short pocket, interrupting my deep thoughts.

It was Sarah asking to hang out.

I sighed loudly. Sarah's a great girl; she was my only friend really. However at the moment, i couldn't look at her without thinking about Rafe.

Not that i've told her anything, but the quilt fills my brain whenever i hear her mention him.

I replied with a quick yes and began to stand up and chuck my shoes on.

Looking into the mirror, i brushed off my somewhat drained appearance and made my way to the door.

~

I had been with Sarah for the past hour or so. We painted our toes, ate snacks, watched reality tv and gossiped. I felt a somewhat normal girl again. If you could even call it that.

Maybe i just needed a day too relax, all while in company of a girl who could go on for hours about the most random shit. I wouldn't change it for the world though.

"You hungry?" Sarah asked.

"Eh, i'm honestly kinda full from all these snacks." I laughed. "But sure, i could go for some food." I continued.

"Perfect. I should have some leftover pasta in the fridge." She hopped off the bed, me automatically following.

We reached the kitchen, Sarah grabbing the bowl of leftover spaghetti from the fridge.

"You do like spaghetti, right?" She quickly spun on her heel and asked.

"Of course." I chirped.

"Who doesn't." She smiled and began heating it up in the microwave.

I stood beside her, looking around.

The Cameron's house was nice. Like nice nice.

I always wondered how it felt to live in a big house. Even since i was younger. I used to find myself fantasising about the big, soft couches that roamed the living rooms, the flat screen televisions, and especially the ridiculously huge backyards littered with trampolines, toys and a pool.

The chime of the microwave pulled me out of my line of thought.

"Smells good." I smirked.

"Oh it does. The chef makes the best spaghetti ever i swear." She smiled largely.

Sarah then sat herself on the counter, with me of course questioning her sudden odd choice of seating. There's seriously like 6 tables in this house?

She just responded with a laugh, and insisted that when her parents weren't home she liked to go against the rules they had so seriously set. Just for fun.

I didn't argue, and just copied her actions with a full on laugh.

We sat for a while, giggling to ourselves as we tried to see who could stuff the most pasta into each others mouths.

After finishing half the abnormally large bowl of spaghetti, we decided to just stay sat on the marble counter top, making typical conversation between us two.

Until a noise came from the front door.

From where we was currently sat, we were opposite the now slowly opening door. I furrowed my brows. I instinctively assumed it was Sarah's parents. Although, her parents weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow afternoon?

I then saw the familiar broad shoulders, familiar tall frame, and last of all familiar face.

The face that i've honestly been wanting to see for a while now.

Rafe was back.

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