Scarlet and violet ( Rafael Casal x oc but also Daveed Diggs x oc )

Part 2: The (partial) make up

Rafael Santiago Casal was never the best man. He had his faults.

He still hadn't quit smoking, he dropped out of high school. But those were nothing compared to what he was going to do now.

He was driving to Daveed's house, sometimes rushing over the speed limit, sometimes going much slower. Sometimes he stopped and weighed his options.

He could, a) Forget about this and never see Diggs or Adeline again. Or b), He could go over, say what he felt, and never see Diggs or Adeline again.

Live with the guilt of a secret, or live with the fear of his career in jeopardy.

By the time he was ready to make a decision, he was there, so he decided to go with the latter option.

But Daveed wasn't there.

The younger Diggs, however, was. And she stood in the doorway in smudged reddish lipstick and a short green dress. "Hey." She said quietly. "Hey." Rafa answered.

For a moment that could have been a minute, that could have been a millisecond, they looked at each other, the man and the girl, hoping they could dissappear on the spot, or at least postpone the inevitable.

Finally, she shook her head and seemed to almost realize the tension that stood between them.

"Come in." She said with no readable emotion.

"We need to talk."

He followed her into the house, head dipped and looking over his shoulder to see if the neighborhood knew the horrible thing he'd done.

The girl sat at the table and, head held high with maturity, pride, and hidden fear, she said "I know we were tipsy and I'm prepared to forgive you for it. I know Daveed..."

She stuttered a bit at the man's name, for she'd forgotten the ice of his words as they left that morning,

"Daveed and I left before we said anything, but it was the only thing to do! Rafa..."

She reached across the table and took his hand with the gentleness of a young woman.

"Stay for a bit?" Her voice broke as she whispered the words, but Casal was the first to break.

His usually laid back but strong pose crumbling from the words of a girl he kept an intense secret from, a girl who trusted him, and all he could do was build a lie by telling her the effect but not the cause.

"Of course." He said, of course he would stay. That was the effect. But the cause was his disgusting attraction to her, something he hadn't been able to shake for hours and, subconsciously, maybe even weeks.

Cautiously, he reached over to hold her shoulder, and eventually slip his arm around them. She was a little bit panicked at the thought of what he could do to her, but shook the thought off quickly.

She'd known this man her whole life, and he would never try to hurt her, right? Any time before that day she would have pushed him away, but now, there were just too many questions and she couldn't tell anyone about any of this.

But he already knew.

She didn't need to explain it to him.

She just needed someone to hold her, to lie to her and convince her it would be alright. She fell into his arm, and eventually his lap, but he didn't do anything to her. He couldn't.

At this point, it was bordering from brotherly love to lust to romantic love, and he would never do anything like that to someone he loved. Instead, he held her closer and tried not to notice the design on her necklace (a moon) or the smell of her hair (strawberry shampoo).

They sat together, staring into space, silently asking the questions that hung in the heavy air.

Where did Rafa actually get the pills?

What was their relationship now?

When did the inevitably of the downward spiral begin? But there was one thought that worried them beyond belief.

Daveed.