Over Your Shoulder
A Drake & Josh fan-fic
A short story by Alison Lydon
Lead characters:
Drake Parker & Josh Nichols
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. No copyright infringement is
intended.
Chapter 1
Worth a Thousand Words
Upstate New York
Winter
The room was cold as the teenage girl with the sparkling caramel colored eyes stood
up on her tip-toes to turn up the thermostat. She wore her sky-blue polo shirt a size too
small because she liked the shirts to fit snug and so the boys could see her tattoo of a
rose on the small of her back that had green ink for the stem and red for the actual
flower petals. Her mother hated how she dressed. She said it wasn't becoming to a
lady.
Whatever. She was probably jealous because she couldn't fit into a size two hip
hugger jean. Her dresser was a complete mess. Deodorant, guitar picks, lipsticks in
various colors, and more perfume bottles then you could shake a stick at. It was here
nestled between the bottle of Chanel Chance and Dolce & Gabbanna Blue that her
chrome slim lined cell phone rang.
Would it be Eddie? Christopher? Maybe, Bobby.
"Oh, it's you Leticia."
"Is that anyway to talk to your best friend, Denise?"
"Sorry. I thought it was one of the guys." She scrunched her nose in the mirror glad that
her freckles were finally fading. She didn't know if it was the lemon juice or the fading
cream she bought at Sephora, but either way she was releaved. Denise took her
history book off her bed and threw it next to her navy blue Jansport backpack. Who
needed to study for a test when they looked this hot?
"Which one is it this time? I lost count after Tony at the Spring Fling."
"He was ages ago."
"Denise!" A older woman called from upstairs.
"Your mom sounds pissed."
"She always is. I'll talk to you later, Leticia."
"See ya."
There was always something magical about having a best friend since Kindergarten.
Denise Roberts and Leticia Robbins (same homeroom every year!) went through
many good and bad times together. She would have died without her best friend.
"Mother, I was on the phone with Leticia."
Mrs. Roberts was a rather plain looking woman with thin whisps of blonde hair that she
always wore in a ponytail and whose wardrobe mainly consisted of three colors: black,
white, and beige.
"If you are done with my medical encyclopedia put it back on top of the closet shelf."
Her mother screamed at her to get off the phone just so she could put a book back in
her closet? How lame could this woman possibly get?
Whatever.
"Fine." She was finished reading up on 'depression' anyway.
The doorbell rang, probably another UPS delivery of mother's tres tacky faux
collectibles from the cheapo television shopping channel. The curio cabinet in the
living room was full of ugly glass birds, baskets, and bells. Her mother thought it was
art.
Denise thought it was embarrassing.
She hated being only 5'3" and wished she had her leather boots on with the small
spiked heel that her mother thought was going to send her straight to Hell. Denise
wasn't paying attention when the box from Bloomingdale's spilled all over the closet
floor. She picked up a stack of tax forms and put them back in the box only to notice
something sticking to the back of a manila envelope. It was a photograph of two five
month old babies. She recognized herself as this picture in a neatly cut down the
middle form was in her baby book, but she had no idea who the other baby was. Days
that you find out life changing secrets start off like any other day, the day was cloudy
and the wind chill was minus –10, the room was silent that Denise could hear her own
shallow breathing and her heart start to beat rapidly. She turned over the picture and
written in her mother's neat, prim and proper award winning penmanship cursive were
the names from a finely pointed black Cross pen:
Denise & Drake Parker, 1986
"Denise and Drake Parker?"
Brother? I have a brother named Drake---and my REAL last name is Parker? What
in the Fuck?
Denise decided to open up the manila envelope. Her life was in this damn
Bloomingdale's box.
Audrey Parker
Dennis Parker
San Diego, California
They kept the son. Naturally, boys were more fricking valuable of course.
Denise who was never one to show her emotions let one solid tear fall down her
cheek.
Holy Shit. Her mother wasn't really her mother (that explained a lot right there!), her
father who lived in Miami wasn't really her father who left the family when she was ten
years old.
And most importantly she had a brother. And not just a brother, a twin brother.---Only
one thing mattered to Denise Roberts---Denise Parker---she wasn't quite sure how
she felt---she had to go to San Diego, California and find him.