THE LAST ONE ❥ rafe cameron

𓆉 SIX

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"Wait, so they're just moving him in here?" Brielle asked Wheezie.

The thirteen year old had barged into her brother's bedroom early that morning after Rose had started preparing a room for John B Routledge to live in their house, since Ward was his new legal guardian or whatever. She had her eyes covered with one hand, the other hand out as if to make sure she did not bump into anything as she walked inside, announcing to the peacefully sleeping couple that they better be dressed as to not scar "Rafe's favorite sister" by making her see things no little sister should be seeing.

She honestly was Rafe's favorite sister.

And they were both indeed dressed.

She told the two of them the news as they both propped themselves up on their elbows, scowls on their faces as they try to orient themselves and adjust to how bright it was in Rafe's room, since Wheezie had also pulled back his curtains. Brielle glanced at the time on the clock.

They had only been in bed for about four hours, after getting back way too late after driving around what felt like the entire island last night.

"What the fuck, why?" Rafe asked, his voice gruff and raspy as he rubbed his face and flung his arm back around Brielle's waist, laying back down on his side next to her.

"Because he saved Sarah on Hawk's Nest," Wheezie said, sitting down on the edge of the bed with them.

"From what? Topper?" Rafe said his friend's name with a scoff, as if he didn't believe Sarah was in any danger of Topper of all people. "Sarah didn't need saving from Topper."

"Apparently she did," Wheezie shrugged, and she got up to leave the room after relaying all the information she had on the Cameron's newfound... son?

Maybe not son. Son was too weird since Brielle, despite being pretty out of the loop, was pretty sure John B was dating Sarah.

Brielle and Rafe go back to bed afterwards, neither of the two really caring to be awake when Ward came back home with the Routledge boy.

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Summer breaks were amazing, Brielle decided when she finally re-woke up a few hours later. No annoying 8am classes that stupid freshman, like herself once was, decide to enroll for when they don't quite have a grasp on what college schedules should look like. Sure, she used to be about to show up to class at 7:45am during high school, but something about a 8am college lecture killed her during her first quarter.

She made sure to try not to make the same mistakes again. Luckily, her spring quarter had been better, and she found herself a bit more well rested, but with the time difference with Rafe and the fact that she always kept her phone's do not disturb on to bypass his number, she would wake up at 6am her time almost every morning that he would wake up early and text her good morning.

Being able to wake up, decide she was too tired, and go back to bed was a life of luxury, she thought to herself. She stretched her arms and legs and flipped over on the bed, expecting to find Rafe. But his side of the bed was empty, but she could hear his motorbike's engine running outside.

She glanced out of his bedroom window that overlooked the beach, the dock, and the part in front of the house where he parked the red vehicle. She saw him leaning over it, hunched over the seat. Looked like he was fixing something, not that Brielle was really convinced he knew anything about how to fix up a motorbike.

Maybe in her months away for school he picked up some new hobbies and trades. She shrugged it off.

She smiled when she saw him, hoping he did find something he liked to do. And if not, that he would find something soon.