"These tears of mine..." The lyrics flow from his mouth smoothly as he strums along on his guitar. "These moments we share, Leave me heartbroken..." His eyes closed, an unreadable, but all too sorrowful, expression on his face. " I just want you to know, No matter who I say I am...I wanna be yours." His voice grew thick with emotion, tears falling freely down his face, eyes opened to shine and glisten in pain. His strumming picked up to an almost angry rhythm, his voice following in an emotional scream. " These tears of mine, These moments we share, left me heart broken, cause I know you don't care, Not like I do, The way I care for you, All that I do, I do it for you! " His voice was weak and yet stronger than it had ever been before, the words flowing from his talented mouth like the tears on his cheeks. " And I just want you to know, No matter how far lost I am, I want you to see, What a beautiful person you can be, I just want you to know No matter who I say I am, I wanna be yours!..." His voice was strong and angry, sad and weak. "I WANNA BE YOURS! I WANNA BE YOURS! I WANNA BE YOURS, I WANNA BE YOURS! I WANNA BE YOURS!" His strumming slowed to a sorrowful few notes, his voice coming out in a sad almost-whisper. " I just wanna be yours..."
The strumming stopped, his tears slowing, but still falling. Placing the guitar on the floor by his chair, looking out into the crowd at all his fellow classmates. They were all clapping vigorously, all cheering and smiling. He finally found one face, the most important and only important face in the crowd, the face of his step-brother, who was in tears and looked so sympathetic. He looked so sad, a piece of paper crumpled in his hand. That piece of paper, a note Drake had purposely left for his brother, explained it all.
Dear Josh,
I wrote a new song and I'm going to play it at the talent show. I wrote it for you. I want you to come hear it, okay? Tell me what you think later.
Face still wet with tears, he stood to leave the stage, waving to the crowd in farewell. As he decended the stairs, his eyes locked on the crying face of his secret admiration, he wondered exactly when he fell in so deep. At what point was the turning point? Where does this put him? Love? Like? Far more than a simple crush. Pausing at the foot of the stairs, staring into glistening eyes, he knew very well where he stood, where this put him. He just hoped his brother was in the same place.