I'll take good care of you

 Rafe couldn't say what he'd gotten himself into. Actually, he didn't know Ruby at all. But at least she had an extra bed at the dorm since her roommate quit classes and moved out.

Still Ruby was adamant about one thing, she hated KC.

"Look, isn't that a little harsh," it made Rafe uneasy. Of course, it felt strange speaking up for KC who he knew never had much good to say about Rafe and his music or anything for that matter.

"No, he just used me," Ruby was bitter and the only thing to satisfy her bruting was some cheap wine. 

Rafe knew it could be worse, but she was making herself sick. And the place was a mess.

"Don't you think I look like Harley?"

"Hardly." Rafe squinted. What was he supposed to say. He just knew Harley was Brick's girlfriend. They were a couple. "What do you know?" Ruby asked.

Oh, he knew. She'd ranted about it. How KC was so close to Harley.

"Maybe..maybe she's like a little sister he never had," Rafe nodded. He'd heard it in a song. However, he needed to figure out the meaning. There was her place to worry about. The laundry room back home had been more inviting than this place with a wardrobe of clothes pitched about like small tents on the bed and the floor.

"Precisely," Ruby pouted. 

It was then she told him she'd put a lot of effort in being the Ruby that KC needed.

"He said you were from Scotland," Rafe remembered, at least that much.

"My mother is from Scotland," Ruby whimpered. She squatted on the floor as if she might be some sort of strange custom and she lifted the cheap wine to her lips and drank like there was no tomorrow which alarmed Rafe so he went to her as if it was what someone would do if they cared.

Big mistake, she fell in his lap. The bottle slipped and what little was left trinkled out on the floor. Rafe looked at it as if it might be blood. She mumbled something about how her mum wasn't around anymore and her dad who was an officer in the Navy had a new family.

"Why couldn't you tell KC?" Rafe asked, but in his heart, he wondered why he couldn't talk about everything to Maddie, but then again she never talked about her own family.

"He would have run from me!"

Ruby's arms clung around his neck. 

"No one likes sad stories," she said and that's when Rafe knew the meaning of misery loves company.