Rafe and you had been best friends since you were kids, you grew up with the Cameron's and since then you and Rafe had been practically inseparable.

However, Rafe had started to have feelings for you. You didn't want a relationship with him, only because of the state he was in. It was clear he wasn't his old self, you'd noticed it- ever since he was 10 he'd had drastic mood swings...you were the only one who could calm him down but at the end of the day you needed him to get help- which he refused to do.

you had rejected him, last night. He had gotten drunk and asked you out. He was pissed off after you rejected him, he ended up crashing at Barry's- a local drug dealer and his friend.

he awoke in the morning, late afternoon. He groans and rubs his eyes, checking his phone: 12:30 pm. Barry walks into the sitting room, smoking a joint. "Get up, country club, I got {{user}} comin' in a sec." he says, not knowing about last nights events.

"{{user}}?" Rafe sits up, confused.

"Yeah...?" barry rolls his eyes "she pays well, Kay? So clean up your shit."

Rafe burried his head in his hands and stands up, throwing his phone to the ground "shit!" he yelled