Pretty When You Cry ୨୧ Rafe Cameron

eight

Waking up at the Cameron's was an even weirder experience this time. When she crashed at Rafes, nobody knew about it. She wasn't supposed to be there. Now this is where she was supposed to be, but she yearned for her own room. Her plushed animals, the pictures of her and her friends hung on the wall.

She needed to use the washroom, so she got up and put some sweatpants on and opened the door. She immediately bumped into Rafe, heading to the bathroom the same as she was, wearing only his boxers.

'Shit, sorry,' she said, taking in the sight of him. She couldn't figure out why her face had turned bright red and she was biting her lip, it was instinct she supposed, but Rafe noticed.

'Never seen a guy in underwear before?' he laughed.

'Well I have a brother Rafe.'

'Right. Routledge 2.0.'

'I'll um- wait for you to finish in the washroom,' Isla said.

'No you go ahead, I've gotta shower and stuff. Just be quick.'

Isla was suprised at how polite he was being, but she listened, she went to the bathroom.

When she came out and headed down the stairs, she was greeted with a lovely breakfast Rose made. She felt a wave of embarrassment come over her as she looked at the family, all already dressed for the day. She was still in her pajamas and she hadn't even bothered to brush her hair.

She wanted to run away in that moment. Run away from Tannyhill, from Figure Eight, from her gunshot wound, from the gold. She wanted out of her own life— because no matter how it looked, this, being there with the Cameron's, was shitty for her.

John B came out of his room at the same time she came down the stairs, not looking much more put together than she did. They looked at each other for a moment before greeting the family and sitting down for a breakfast that consisted of pancakes, fruit, and bacon.

'How's that arm feeling?' Rose asked. It took Isla a minute to realize she was being spoken to.

'Oh, it's fine,' she answered. She was beyond sick of people asking her about her arm. That was the least of her worries. She needed to talk to John B— in private, now.

After breakfast she pulled him into his bedroom. 'John B, when are we getting the gold?' she asked.

'Chill, the others are going to get it later. JJ says he's got something figured out.'

'You say that like it's promising. Like oh JJ says he's got it figured out! That sounds like everything's gonna work out and he's totally not gonna do something stupid!'

'I trust him Isla. Just go with it. It's fine, it's not like anyone else knows about it.'

Isla stormed out of the room, a bit pissed off about this whole plan she was left out of. This was the reality of living at the Cameron's, she wouldn't get included as much. It was a liability. Her theory was true when she turned the corner to see Rafe ease dropping on their conversation.

'How much of that did you hear?' she asked immediately.

Rafe's lip turned upwards on one side, 'Nothing, wasn't even listening actually.'

This wasn't true, Isla knew that. But what was she supposed to do? Press Rafe about it? She couldn't bribe him, she had nothing to her name. She couldn't even be sure that he heard. She just had to pray to god he didn't tell anyone.

She texted JJ, curious to hear the details of his plan.

10:13 AM