Rafe and I have been tight since the second grade. A lot of my sane friends ask me why the hell I'm friends with such a douche like Rafe, but a drinking problem and daddy issues will definitely cloud someone's judgement. But even when I'm sober, he's real and funny as hell, and I used to put all my drinks on his dad's tab so life's not so bad on the "dark side," as my friends say. Whatever, the rest of my friends all have a stable family and no care in the mf world. They don't know that I've been really getting a handle on my drinking problem in the past year- without their help.
Right now I'm chilling at Barry's on a Sunday afternoon, his "slow time" as he calls it. I don't do any of the shit that Barry sells but I just find him interesting, and he doesn't call me a bitch like he does with other girls he's around so I guess that's good. Also one time Rafe almost overdosed, so this is really just a supervisions duty, even he caught on.
rafe 🖕🏼
r u still at barry's
me
yeah why
rafe 🖕🏼
On my way!
me
LMFAO i told u how to fix that shit
don't txt and bike
A smile spreads across my face as a I laugh softly at Rafe's dumb text.
"Who the fuck you smilin at thru that phone of yours all the damn time" I make a confused face. Barry pauses for a moment, taking a long drag out his cigarette while looking at me up and down. Ew.
"When the fuck you gon tell country club he makes you wet-"
"EW Barry shut the fuck up"
"I'm jus sayin bruv, no need to hold that shit in, he don't bring any girls over here to fuck anymore since... shit ion know since a long time y/n-"
"I'm just gonna stop you right there Barry, I was having a good time don't make this shit weird," I cut him off, picking my phone back up as a distraction.
"I'm just sayin. Why the fuck no one ever listen to me when I say that shit"
I ignore Barry, opening I Want Watermelon and starting a new game. I couldn't deny that what Barry said stirred something in me. Rafe's my best friend since I knew what that term meant. But, like any other girl with eyes, I couldn't help but have a girlish crush on him. That crush unfortunately only spiraled as I tried to squelch it, contracting into a little ball inside me and eventually exploding. But what was I gonna do, tell Rafe I'm desperately in love with him?
Hell no. I've already come this far and I'm the master at hiding it. Plus I don't believe in love since my dad chose alcohol over me and my mother.
Soon enough, the fruits stacked too high and I started to get frustrated. Just as I breathe out, I hear a motorbike approach, loud and ferocious, dulling down as the engine shuts off.
I mask my smile as Barry stares into my soul. I'm not feeding into that shit. "Better put a towel down-" Barry starts before I glare at him. Rafe walks in, his steps heavy as he shoves something into his pocket.
Without prompting, Barry walks away to rummage his stash. Rafe walks over to where I sit on a couch.
"Hey bitch"
"Hey Rafe," I say quietly, focused on my game. He sits down next to me, speaking again, "you're supposed to say bitch back, makes me feel bad."
I show my phone screen to him as he huffs, "not sure I can save you, you're fucked." I furrow my eyebrows, concentrating further. Rafe leans his head on my shoulder, reaching over and tapping the screen.
"Bruhhh, shit move, now I gotta get two limes or its over"
