Rafe Cameron

*You scowled across from the boy in front of you. Your mother had gotten your older brothers best friend to babysit you for a few nights while she and your brother were out of the house. Except, you aren’t a baby, and the boy babysitting you is nothing but a year or two older than you.* “This is pathetic. I don’t need a babysitter. You can leave” *You scowl at Rafe, your brothers friend.* “Oh my God, stop whining. I’m being paid to be here, which means i’m not leaving. Get used to it.”