THE LAST ONE ❥ rafe cameron

𓆉 THREE

𓆉𓂃 ོ𓂃

Rafe walked into his room, snickering a little as he thought back at what happened at the golf course. Stupid fucking Pogues, man.

He opened his bedroom door with a laugh, exhausted exhale, startling the girl that was fast asleep on his bed. Then, startling the boy who forgot she was even in there. It had been so long since she had been around, and his mind wasn't exactly as sharp at the moment.

"Shit," he cursed, jumping back when she had turned over from facing the wall to face him.

She opened tired eyes to look at him, scrunching her nose in minor annoyance at how loud he had been.

"Sorry, sorry," he huffed out when he remembered his girlfriend had been sleeping in his room, closing the door to his bedroom behind him. "Forgot you were here."

"Wow, am I really that forgettable?" her voice was raspy as she joked, and her eyes were still half closed to try to not let so much light in, staying laid against his pillows.

"You? Forgettable? Never," he chuckled, sitting down on the edge of his bed and turning to face her. "Just not used to have you back is all, I like that you're here. Love it." He pulled the blankets higher on her body to cover her shoulders. "Tired, huh?" He rubbed her hip through the blanket.

She just coughed softly to clear her throat, opening her eyes fully despite Rafe tucking her in with the blanket more.

"I feel even more tired now that I slept all day than when I would sleep less," she admitted, turning so she was on her back and can look up at him. "How was golfing?"

He just rubbed under his nose and shrugged, his bottom lip propping out as he claimed it was fine.

"Did something happen?" she questioned, her eyes narrowing and scanning over his face.

"Nope," he shook his head. "Nothing. Just... some slow geezers were made I hit the ball too close to them."

"Just... some old people? And nothing else?" suspicion laced in her voice. She knew him, right? So, she knew that look on his face, right? 

"Yes, Brie, nothing." 

"Nothing?" she repeated, eyes scanning over his face as she propped herself up on her shoulders.

"Nothing!" he nodded. A small chuckle and a tiny smile grew on his face, like nothing really did happen out there. It made her believe that. "Do you need to go back to bed, maybe wake up on the right side next time?"

She gasped, feigning offense at his little joking jab, grabbing the pillow from under her and whacking him in the head with it.

"Oh? That's how you wanna play, huh?" he asked, grabbing it from her and whacking her back, fits of laughter erupting from his girlfriend as she grabbed the second pillow on the bed, the two of them getting into a pillow fight.

This was her Rafe. Playful, sarcastic, sometimes an asshole.

𓆉𓂃 ོ𓂃

Brielle had only been back in Kildare for less than a week, but she felt like she had barely even been home other than the day she landed and the day Hurricane Agatha hit.

She was sitting on the patio connected to her bedroom, overlooking some of the water, her laptop on her lap as she typed away on a short story she was working on for her school's literary publication. She wanted to send some stories and poetry in when submissions reopen in the next school year.