BREAKING | rafe cameron

TWELVE

It's been about three months since Rafe cut his head on the surfboard. Everything has been great since then, his stitches healed up well, of course we've had our fair share of arguments, nothing major, little things, jealous things. Sometimes I wonder how Rafe has stayed with me this long, I'm not nearly as jumpy as I was but we still haven't really done anything. Not to say I haven't walked in on him, well you know.

As if he knew I was thinking about him, my phone rang and his name popped up. "Hey, babe." I smiled, although he couldn't see me, "Charli, can you come here?" His voice was shaky, not in an upset way, but an angry way. "Yeah, where are you? Are you still at work?" I questioned already standing up, pulling my keys out of my pocket, I had managed to save up enough to buy an even worse piece of junk car. "No, I'm at my house, in my room. Just hurry please." He snapped, instantly regretting it, "sorry." He muttered, "it's okay I'm coming." I hung up and headed to my car. I chewed my lip the whole ride over there, fifteen minutes felt like an eternity when you didn't know what was going on.

"Dad, you're being completely irrational, you treat him like he's ten, let him make his own decisions!" I heard Sarah shout as I hopped out of my car. My eyebrows knit together in confusion as I rushed up the steps, not bothering to knock, I just walked in, directly in front of Sarah and Ward. "He's in his room." Sarah sighed with relief at my presence. I nodded, giving Ward a small glare which probably isn't the best idea but oh well. I ran up the stairs, knocking lightly on his door before walking in, he seemed to have calmed down a bit since he called me but he was still pacing, which told me he was still worked up. "Hey, hey, Rafe what happened?" I walked up to him, grabbing his hands, stopping him in his tracks. "I told him I didn't want to take over his business." Rafe mumbled annoyance lacing his tone, I already knew this, "he didn't take it well?" I questioned, gently rubbing circles on his hands with my thumbs, he calmed at the sensation. "He took it horribly, he said I have to move out by next week." I dropped his hands at those words.

"He what?" I gasped, anger now running through my veins, what a prick. "But I have an idea, I know what I want to do with my life. I've been saving up." He stated, this time grabbing my hands, I looked at him, he's never mentioned this to me before. "What is it?" I asked nervously, god help me if it's something stupid. "I want to start my own landscaping business." Oh thank heavens, "that's actually a really good idea." I sighed in relief. Rafe cocked an eyebrow at me, "what do you mean actually?" He joked, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to connect our lips. "I was afraid you were going to say something unreasonable but you can do this." I paused thinking, this is actually very feasible, "you have some money saved up to by decent equipment, you know people, people that can pay good. You can do this!" I grinned, he looked at me with a face I've never seen before. "I love you, Charli."

I didn't hesitate to kiss him once again, "I love you too, Rafe." I mumbled barely parting our lips, squealing when he yanked me up off the ground, my legs wrapping around his waist. "I love you." He breathed out again, the biggest smile on his lips, like he can't believe that he said it. "We should get out of here." I smirked, gently pulling on the hair on the back of his head. "Really?" Rafe looked at me shocked, he scanned my face for any hesitation. He let his hands fall from my thighs, allowing me to jump down. "Wait, where are we gonna go?" He asked eagerly, such a guy. "My place, it's empty, remember?" I chuckled, pulling him along. My mom moved in with Grant, she told me with a note but I didn't care, the place was still in our name so I could come and go as I pleased. "Oh, shit that's right." He was practically pushing me down the stairs, unable to keep his hands off of me. I couldn't help but laugh at his excitement.

Before I knew it we were stammering into my place, unable to keep our hands to ourselves. "Do you have a-" "Yeah." He cut me off as I tried to ask in the middle of our kissing. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked me for what felt like the hundredth time, "the fact that you're so worried about if I want this, makes me want it more."

I'm sure you can figure out what our night was like.

I woke before Rafe, deciding I'd sneak out to make some coffee. My mind wandered with thought as I stood in the crappy kitchen, only in his oversized shirt and my underwear. We were up half the night talking-after our events-about his plans to start his own company, I supported him one hundred and ten percent, he had a solid plan to do this. I mean he doesn't have to worry about school, he dropped out last year, which was another decision his father didn't approve of. I clearly couldn't afford to go to school, although I had gotten a raise at the clubhouse. I had no desire to go to school, I think I found my niche by working in the clubhouse, my goal is to become manager one day, and I'm on my way to that. So really it's like we've just jumped headfirst into adult hood, he's got to find a cheap place to stay, he's trying to convince Topper to let him stay with him. I work six days a week, it's like we're in our twenties trying to find time to see each other.

"I was starting to think you had abandoned me." Rafe spoke startling me, he walked up behind me, his chin resting on top of my head. "I would never." I gasped faking hurt, I turned my head to the side so I could meet his lips, he tilted his head down giving me a quick peck before returning to his original position. "I love you." I whispered, still not believing that this is really happening to us. "I love you too." He mumbled, his fingers running up and down my sides. "Topper texted me, he said I can stay at his place for a couple months. So that's a start." His fingers left my body as he went to grab some mugs, "really? That's great honey." I smiled at him. He scrunched his face together, "honey? That makes me feel old." He laughed, setting the glass mugs down, leaning against the counter. I rolled my eyes at the remark, "fine, what would you like to be called?" I crossed my arms staring at him. "Babe, baby, sexy, literally anything other than honey." He remarked, pouring his coffee into the mug and walking away.

"Whatever you say, honey!" I called with a laugh. "Fuck you!" He shouted, his voice playful. "You already did." I shrugged making his head pop out around the corner, shocked by my response.