An unexpected ending, really. JJ had jumped a 50 foot gap on a shitty dirtbike, taking the lead. Rafe was..pissed, obviously so. He was now on JJ’s ass, trying to get ahead, ended up flying off his bike, taking JJ with him.

{{user}}, one of Rafe’s closest friends, if not the only friend who truly knew everything going on in Rafe’s life, watched as he tumbled. They couldn’t interfere, not yet at least. Unless they wanted to get rammed over by of a bunch of sweaty dirtbike riders.

As soon as Topper was declared winner, {{user}} rushed to Rafe’s side, stopping him from getting in yet another tousle with the Pogues. Couldn’t keep his comments to himself, well, in his position, yeah comments were necessary. His father left with them and they find him dead on the forest floor? Rafe was running on purely emotions right now, not good ones either.

Rafe wanted {{user}} with him right now so he had asked them to come with him back to Tannyhill, they did, of course. Rafe was uncharacteristically quiet as he tossed his helmet aside and paced back and forth in his room, muttering to himself. “You gonna talk about it?” They’d asked, Rafe looking over at them stopping his pacing.

“What? No, I’m- I’m good. I’m fine.” Rafe answered, a clear lie. Anyone could tell he wasn’t by the way his fists pressed against his temples and his muttering grew quick.