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vicxinwonderlandx · 3 years

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mind games

#6 out of 7 | best friend’s brother

summary: since his, sort of, confession, rafe now has a new mission - a different form of torture for the girl. affection.

content: hella teasing

warnings: strong language, mentions of drug and alcohol use

"Come on, Y/N, one date."

Y/N rolled her eyes as she cleared the table of empty plates and glasses, slightly wincing as her wrist bent under the weight. Since his, sort of, confession, Rafe now has a new mission - a different form of torture for the girl. Affection.

Y/N couldn't deny she felt something for him, too. Neither of them have been able to for the past year. But Y/N cared too much about Sarah, and in all honesty herself, to ever allow those feelings to surface. Anyone within a 2m radius could see that she was too good for him, and Rafe knew this. Still, the had boy grew tired of hating her, so he switched up his game - which was somehow more annoying than his last.

"Dude," Topper leaned forward once Y/N had left, Rafe's eyes trailing after her as she swayed back to the kitchen, "what are you doing? Last week, you didn't even want to come here because of her, and now you're asking her out?"

Rafe's grin dropped, his tongue running around his mouth as he looked down. Topper wouldn't get it, none of his friends would. If he admitted to any of them that Y/N's all he's thought about since his fingers brushed against the nimble small of her back last year: they'd laugh in his face. They'd tell him he was stupid to be falling for his sister's best friend, or anyone for that matter, and encourage him to continue meaninglessly fucking whoever he could find on a high night.

"Sarah'll kill you." Despite the two of them now being broken up, Topper did know her to an extent - and he knew that Sarah would wring Rafe by his neck if she found out he was even looking at her friend.

"Relax, I'm just messing with her," Rafe half-lied, his eyes absentmindedly finding her at the bar, "see," he nodded Topper over, blowing Y/N a kiss, eliciting her middle finger in response, "she hates me, you have nothing to worry about." He laughed, Topper turning back to face him. Topper was more than sceptical, but he decided to drop it, knowing that pushing Rafe even just an inch too far was never a good idea.

That night, their families joined for dinner. Unfortunately for them, their families have always been incredibly close, and so a dinner party was not something out of the blue. Y/N had told herself to just ignore Rafe, push down the same feelings she's been pushing down for a year and continue to not weirden her friendship with Sarah.

Upon arrival, Rafe was surprisingly the one to answer the door, shocking everyone. Usually, he's dragged down by Ward, only joining them for food when forced to by his family. Not this time, though. He couldn't wait for this particular dinner party.

"Oh! Rafe, hello," Y/N's mom laughed, unable to hide her shocked expression. Rafe smiled politely - something that looked so unnatural for him - and opened the door wider to let the Y/L/N's in.

He nodded at her father as he walked past, Y/N internally cursing as she glided past him, staring at the wall as opposed to his face. How good he looked in that black shirt definitely wasn't helping anything - so it seemed like she'd have to block him out completely to get through the night. Rafe had other plans, however, and grabbed her forearm; yanking her back as he shut the door.

"Rafe!" She protested, looking down at where their skin latched, tugging away from him as she glared at him. He just wore that stupid, stupid smirk on his face - moving no less than a few inches from her.

"You look pretty," he complimented, maintaining eye contact. Y/N felt her heart flutter, and her cheeks rise to an uncomfortable flush. She hated the feeling - so turned her small smile into a scowl as quickly as she could, "and you're smiling." Rafe observed, not missing a beat.

"That was actually just... a twitch or something," Y/N mumbled, feeling her confidence begin to crumble under him.

"Mm," Rafe furrowed his brows, his tongue pushed against his cheek as he winked at her before joining everyone in the dining room. Y/N closed her eyes, exhaling after he'd left - feeling her entire body fall into a painful pit of pins and needles.

Why'd he have to go and do this, she thought as she tried to collect herself, I was perfectly fine before.

"Y/N!"

The squeal of her best friend interrupted her mind and brought her back to reality, a large smile creeping its way onto her lips as Sarah enveloped her in an excited hug.

"Hey," Y/N laughed at her friend's enthusiasm.

"Sleepover tonight? I have so much to tell you, you don't even know."

Y/N hesitated for a moment, not really wanting to spend any more time than she had to in the same residence as Rafe - but then she remembered who and what was most important, so she nodded in agreement. Sarah squealed again, hooking her arm in Y/N's to head to the dining room.

Everyone was mid chatter, half sitting and half standing when they entered. Y/N said hi to the rest of the Cameron's, ignoring Rafe as she sat beside Sarah. As everyone began to sit, Y/N looked over at Wheezie and smiled - silently insinuating she should sit beside her. She's always been a second big sister to the girl, and the two have barely talked in a while. But just as she reached for the chair, Rafe's large hand laid over the wood, pulling out before Wheezie could reach.

Y/N's face dropped, looking over at Wheezie apologetically whilst Rafe got situated.

She could've bit his head off right there and then, but she settled for her tongue instead as she stared forward; rage completely taking over her body. As talking overlapped, Y/N quickly whipped her head to him, muttering, "why are you so insufferable?"

He looked up at her, his lips curling into a smile, "I don't know, sweetheart, wanna discuss it upstairs?" It's like he was getting all the flirting he's been desperate to do for a year out - and Y/N couldn't help but slightly enjoy the pet name. But then she remembered Sarah sat on her left, and the fact that Rafe was, inexplicably, bad for her.

"How's school, Wheeze?"

Rafe smirked to himself when Y/N moved on, biting his lips to remove it as Ward returned to the table with the chicken. Clammers of appreciation for the bird emitted from everyone, 'oohs', and, 'aahs,' heard all around the table. They all began to help themselves as Ward cut it up, everyone leaning with their forks to grab a piece. Just as Y/N half stood from her chair, Rafe wrapped his palm around her waist, pulling her back to her seat as he leaned across and got her piece for her.

Butterflies. From both the firm grip of his hand, the gentle brush against her back as he let go, and the anxiety of somebody seeing - specifically Sarah. Unfortunately for them; Wheezie has an eager eye, and noticed relatively immediately. She just frowned and observed, sipping her drink like she was collecting information before making any rash assumptions.

Y/N cleared her throat, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear and quickly smiling at Rafe to silently thank him despite the lump in her throat.

"So, Y/N," Ward started, startling the girl just as she started to tuck into her meal, "your dad tells me you're not thinking of college?"

Y/N covered her mouth, quickly swallowing her chicken before answering, "That's right. I'd prefer to travel first, I think. Explore outside of North Carolina before I settle anywhere for college."

"That's what Rafe said," Ward almost scoffed, "a year later and he's still at home. Isn't that right, Rafe?"

Rafe tightened, Y/N noticing how tense he suddenly grew.

After that night at the country club where Rafe spilt how hard his dad can be on him, Y/N knew how much that statement would've hurt Rafe. So without thinking, she lightly brushed her hand against his thigh, giving him a gentle, reassuring squeeze that she prayed was far enough under the table for no one to notice.

And everyone was oblivious. But Wheezie.

She watched as Y/N face scrunched in sympathy, her arm slightly moving under the table, Rafe's head subtly moving to the side to shoot Y/N a look of gratitude.

After that squeeze, Rafe didn't playfully flirt anymore.

He spent the rest of the dinner in silence, the mood shifting quickly onto something else after Ward's harsh comment. He just thought, contemplating from that one motion whether he should genuinely, just... try.

Y/N's parents were quick to agree to a sleepover, the girls wasting no time in rushing upstairs to gossip whilst their parents discussed whatever it is they discuss downstairs.

"So, spill," Y/N grinned as they both collapsed on Sarah's bed, sitting before one another crisscrossed.

Sarah bit her lip so hard she could’ve sworn blood was drawn. “I lost it.”

Y/N thought for a moment before it clicked, her eyes widening to the size of saucers. Her and Sarah were both virgins – emphasis on were.

“Holy shit!” Y/N screamed, her hand flying to her mouth. Sarah grinned so hard her face hurt, trying not to scream too, “we have to bake a cake!” Y/N’s exclamation made Sarah burst into laughter, the girls falling into fits of giggles on her bed together.

“Who was it then? That guy… fuck… what was his name?” Y/N scrambled.

“John B. I know it seems soon, but… it was just so perfect, Y/N. We were in the old bell tower, and there were candles, and he was so gentle…”

As Sarah went on and on about her first time with John B, Y/N couldn’t help but daze off. Of course she was happy for her best friend, quite frankly over the moon, but she couldn’t help but feel like she was falling behind. The most she’d done was kiss Kelce in a drunken game of spin the bottle two years ago, and this was Sarah’s fourth boyfriend.

She smiled, and was excited of course, but when night fell and the only sound that echoed Sarah’s room was the soft snores coming from herself, Y/N was wide awake and… sad.

They graduate next year, and yet she was behind. The truth is, she’s had opportunities. A lot of opportunities. Unfortunately, kook boys are creeps most of the time. So at a party, or an event, or midsummers, or even class – Y/N’s had opportunities, but something always held her back.

It wasn’t till last year that she realised what.

Unable to sleep for her ravenous mind, Y/N got up to get a glass of water. She carefully climbed out the covers as to not wake Sarah, tiptoeing as quietly as she could before slowly shutting the door, not looking up till it was closed.

When she glanced up, she gasped, her hand flying to clutch her chest as the figure before her startled her.

“Shit, Rafe, you scared me.”

“Sorry. Can we talk?”

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vicxinwonderlandx · 3 years

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i need anyone, i need you

#4 out of 7 | best friend’s brother

summary: working late at the country club one night, y/n stumbles across a very drunk and out of it rafe who ends up accidentally breaking every emotional barrier possible

content: sad, venty rafe and borderline fluff

warnings: strong language, alcohol use, mentions of drug use, hella daddy issue shit

sorry about the delay. i moved into university a couple days ago so i’ve just been dealing w a lot, but hopefully updates should be relatively back on track now (:

Working the summer at the country club actually began to be enjoyable for Y/N. After her first shift, Rafe rarely turned up – the boy actually leaving her alone if he did, finding a quiet corner table outside of her section to fill his free days day drinking. Why? She didn’t know, but she didn’t want to question it. The good thing was he chose not to continue making her work life Hell, and that was all she cared about.

One particular night, Y/N had offered to stay late. The others on her shift had families to get back to, and she quite enjoyed the peacefulness of cleaning up the building when it was empty – nothing but a starry sky and the faint crash of water on the docks to fill her senses. So, she stayed back, figuring the overtime would be good money anyway.

What she didn't expect to find was Rafe, the last at the bar, his head swung low between his arms as his elbows lazily propped him up on the counter, seven empty shot glasses before him. She stopped in her tracks, trying to find even the slightest speck of dusk to clean just so she wouldn't have to go over - but nothing. The entire place spick and span, Rafe being the only mess to get rid of before she could close up.

So she cleared her throat, feeling more than awkward as she walked over. "Hey, dude," she started, his head swinging round to face her, "time to leave." Y/N couldn't help but feel... bad, almost. He was clearly incredibly out of it, his eyes hazed over and his head barely able to stay up on his own. He hardly acknowledged Y/N's presence as he turned back, sitting up and lifting the glasses to scope out any last drop of liquor.

Y/N tightened her lips, dropping her cleaning supplies and keys on the counter to quickly swoop in and remove any glass he could possibly drink any more from.

"Hey," he slurred, his palms hitting the counter as Y/N disappeared behind the bar, "I'm not finished."

"We're closed." She deadpanned, not exactly wanting to deal with Rafe at the bright and sunny hour of 11pm. She was exhausted, and he was the last person she wanted to have to see out. Y/N stayed behind the bar, ensuring Rafe couldn't even look at the alcohol. He rolled his eyes, scoffing.

"What are you, a pussy? Who cares, serve me one more drink, come on."

Y/N didn't budge, staring into his soul with a stare that ensured he knew she wasn't going to cave.

"Go home, Rafe."

At those words alone, Rafe's throat tightened. His jaw clenched and his head hung, home was the last place he wanted to go to but the only thing on his mind – the only reason why he’d chosen to get absolutely wasted that night.

“Rafe, come on, I’m tired–”

“I can’t go home,” his voice slightly cracked, his emotions evident in his tone, “please, I’ll rent a room or… something, but I can’t go home.” He looked up at her with begging eyes, his expression immediately making Y/N soften. She’d never seen Rafe so… sad. It was new, and she felt her heart pull at her chest in hearing him sound so vulnerable.

"Go somewhere else, then, I don't know what to tell you. We're closed, and you're drunk." Despite feeling sympathy for the boy, Y/N tried to stay firm. At the end of the day - Rafe's a dick to her, and he'd shown no sign of changing his ways, why would she help him?

"I need..." he started, his eyes beginning to water as he let them bore into hers, "Y/N," he whispered, his tears beginning to fall, "I need you right now, please."

She swallowed, wanting to rid herself of this painful feeling of sympathy for the guy she hated so whilst trying to figure out what to do. She watched as he pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut to stop any more tears from falling before hanging his head. So, she walked back into the kitchen, grabbing a clean glass and filling it with water. The last thing she’d ever want to do is look after Rafe Cameron – yet here she was.

She rested the water on the counter, eliciting a slight jump from Rafe. He glanced up at her questioningly, waiting for her reassuring nod before taking the glass.

Y/N walked around the bar, taking up the seat beside him as he slammed the glass on the counter like he’d just downed whiskey.

“You can talk,” she murmured, positioning herself to completely face him, her right elbow propped up on the bar, “if you need to.”

He sucked his teeth, looking at the girl briefly before returning it to its northern position.

“I, um…” he slightly chuckled, trailing off, “it’s my dad,” he dragged, nervously running his fingertips round the rim of the glass, “I’m used to not being the favourite, you know? Sarah’s the ‘princess’, Wheeze’s his baby and I’m just… it’s like he never acknowledges anything I do for him. And it’s all for him, every piece of work, everything I’ve ever stressed over, it’s all for his sake and yet... I'm never good enough."

Y/N had seen firsthand how Ward treated his son in comparison to his other two children. Of course, Rafe didn't often help, his substance abuses getting in the way of doing his job at Cameron Development sometimes. But he always tried, always tried to please his father - yet always fell just short of the mark.

"And I... I want to stop, with the drugs and shit, but it helps. It's like this temporary, blissful break from everything but when I come down it's like... it's like everything's ten times heavier, but I don't know how to stop."

Y/N bit her lip, trying to think of something, anything to say. But nothing sprung to mind. She'd never seen Rafe, or anyone, for that matter like this before. She opened her mouth to speak, but he quickly and unknowingly interupted.

"And I've fucked things up with you," he continued, ranting like no one was even there. Y/N paused, her eyes wide, "pretending to have this... dumb, feud, with you over whatever the fuck because your my sister's best friend, you know? It'd be weird."

"What would be weird? Us actually being friends?"

He scoffed, tilting his head momentarily to slowly look her up and down before returning his lazy gaze to the empty glass, "yeah. Friends." He spoke solemnly, and Y/N could've sworn she felt her heart skip a bit. He's drunk, she kept telling herself, he's absolutely wasted.

Rafe sighed, straightening up, "I'll go, I'm sorry."

Y/N was still processing his ambiguous revelation, so much so she completely didn't notice he'd stood and walked till he was at the door. She blinked, shaking her head and rushing over to him, "wait, Rafe," he turned, his eyelids heavy and his limbs starting to grow tired.

She hesitated, nervously licking her lips before enveloping him in a hug. He was taken aback, his arms lifting in the air as she wrapped hers around his torso. She didn't know entirely what she was doing, she just felt like he needed a hug.

"I'm sorry about your dad," she murmured into his chest, the scent of alcohol and his aftershave swallowing her senses, "and you can get help, with the drug stuff, you know. You just have to ask."

He finally hugged the girl back, wrapping his arms around her, the two melding together in the most comforting hug he'd ever received. It didn't last long, the girl pulling away after a few more seconds, realising what she was doing.

Rafe looked down, lifting his head back up to smile at Y/N before leaving the country club and leaving her - incredibly confused.

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