stand with me - rafe cameron

one.

I wake up to the sound of rain pattering on my window. Today's going to be a good day, rainy days are always good days. I think to myself as I ease out of my bed.

If I never had to leave my bed I would do exactly that, never leave. Although today I had to get up and get prettied up for my father's coming home party.

My father works away for long periods of time and this time he had been away for 2 months. He runs a massive law firm and has multiple firms based across the country. Explains why he's always away.

My mother thought it was a good idea to throw him and coming home party, she's extra like that. I don't blame her, these past months have been kind of lonely without him.

However my mother has been indulging herself in painting and other sorts of crafts to keep her busy. My mother doesn't have a job, as to why she likes to dabble around. She and my father never saw the point in her getting a job, as he makes almost $50,000 a month.

My mum was the let loose type as for my father, he let loose when he wants. But when he let loose he let looose.

By the time i had gathered myself i heard my mother yell out to me "hunny come down for breakfast". I slowly and steadily walked down the curved staircase. Not to brag but our house was humongous, so big i seriously would lose would get lost sometimes.

As i reached the end of the staircase i was greeted with a very 'happy' steven, my brother. I took one look at his grumpy face and decided I didn't want to deal with him yet.

Steven was 19 and I was 17, even though he was 19 he had no idea what he was doing with his life. So he stays here with us and because he's a mamas boy she lets him stay rent free. It's always been like that, he was always babied and now he's still babied. He makes me scared to grow up. Although I know what I want to do, I want to move far away from the obx and travel. It sounds unrealistic but with the amount of money I have in my trust fund nothing is unrealistic. Although I hate to sound like a rich bitch my parents worked for everything we have and are humble, well to an extent.

I walked past him down the vast corridor and arched hallways to the kitchen. As I get closer I hear music blasting through the kitchen playing 'ordinary people' by John legend. I entered the kitchen and my mother turned around and had a big smile plastered on her face.

I glance around the and notice big bold decorations are spread throughout the kitchen. "sleep well?" she catches me from my thoughts. "I've slept better"  I say before putting the chocolate covered waffles in my mouth.

"We'll eat up, we've got decorating to do" she says before turning back around to face the cooktop. I groan hearing those words. "Or if you don't want to decorate you can run some errands for me" "yes please, I hate decorating with a passion." I say before getting up "im coming then" steven says as he rounds the corner into the kitchen. "fine by me" my mother shrugs "that means I have room to decorate" she adds " nooo mum, please I don't want him coming with me " she turns back around " look you two can go together, there's a lot you need to get anyway."

I get ready and head down to the garage, steven close behind me. "Actually we need to stop somewhere first" he says jumping into his car "where?" I say getting into the passenger seat "tannyhill" he replies "what for?" "I need to talk to rafe and grab some decorations" ugh Rafe Cameron the absolute biggest asshole to ever exist.  I groan extremely loud, purposely. "They're coming tonight leah deal with it"
I roll my eyes and look out the window.

We arrive at tanny hill and I refuse to move, until steven pulled me out of the car and said "don't be rude, come say hi" it wasn't a secret that I hated rafe his family was nice, him on the other hand.