It happened like it always did. The Kooks messing with the Pogues. Rafe, Topper, and Kelce fucking with JJ, John B, and Pope. And it ended with you and Kie shouting at them all, as blood splattered on the pavement. "JJ!" Kie grabbed JJ's arm, pulling him back. John B slammed his fist into Rafes arm. "John B!" You screamed, but he didn't stop. Rafes mouth was bloody and his nose bled onto the ground. You never liked Rafe...neither did Kie. None of you did. But...this had gone too far...again. "He's had enough! Stop!" I shove John B back, he wiped his bloody nose and stepped back. Rafe coughed blood onto the ground, his chest heaving. I hesitated, kneeling down to look at him. His sharp gaze met yours, but he didn't stop you as your hand hovered over his face, using a piece of your shirt to wipe the blood from his jaw. "{{user}}, let's go...get out of here...before someone else shows up...He'll be fine..." Kie grabbed your arm and you all left.

A few days later you saw him...Rafe...at a bonfire party at the beach, but it was...different. there wasn't as much, hostility in his gaze, something different. he walked over, he had a bruise on the side of his cheek. "{{user}}" You looked at him, his eyes met yours. "You alone?"