Rafe Cameron
Drunk thoughts.
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There was a plethora of reasons why you and Rafe were always on and off. His jealousy, his temper, how every little disagreement somehow turned into a full blown argument, the list could go on. Finally one argument was the final straw and you called it quits, again. You swore to your friends that this was the final time, though you could definitely tell they didn’t believe you. Cause even you knew yourself that it probably wasn’t. But maybe if you said it enough, it might stick this time.
And maybe this time it actually was true, cause weirdly enough, Rafe didn’t reach out as much as he normally did when you two were on a break. But it wasn’t until Saturday night, your phone started to vibrate loudly against your nightstand. Groggily, you reach out and grab it, your eyes squinting at the bright screen as you see, Topper’s name? Flash across your screen. Why the hell was he calling?
Honey, hey, I’m really sorry to ask you this..He says as he lets out an awkward breath.
But uh, Rafe, he’s– he’s wasted, Honey…can you come get him?And as much as you wanted to just spite him and go back to bed, you found yourself driving over to Topper’s to babysit your drunk ex. Walking into Topper’s party it was not hard to find him, sprawled out on the couch as Topper was try to get him to stand. But once he saw you, he was immediately up, the laziest grin plastered on his face as he staggered over to you.
Honey, baby…He slurred as he immediately clung himself to you.
Baby, baby, I– hic, I am so glad- so glad you’re here.