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A/N: The idea for this story came from listening to Drake Bell's songs all day. It's a future fic. I hope you guys enjoy it. Please review and let me know what you think. The rating might change to 'M' in future chapters.
"Would you like any coffee, sir?" The flight attendant asked a 26 year old Drake Parker.
"No, thanks. Do you know how long until we get there?" Drake asked.
"Less than an hour until we reach New York." She replied.
Drake gave a weak smile. "Thanks." He said. He noticed the flight attendant hesitate before moving on to check to the next passenger.
"I hate to bother you by asking... but could I have your autograph? My little sister is such a huge fan and..."
"Sure thing." Drake replied, turning to a blank page in the notebook that he had been writing in. "What's you're sister's name?"
"Tiffany."
Drake scribbled down a quick message and then carefully ripped the page out. He handed it to the flight attendant with as much of a smile as he could manage.
"Thank you so much." She said gratefully. "Let me know if you need anything. Enjoy the rest of the flight."
Drake looked down at his notebook and sighed. He had been trying to write a new song but nothing was coming to him. He decided to give up, putting his notebook back in his bag. He looked out the window. In an hour he would be home.
Well, in about two hours he would be back at his apartment. It wasn't quite home like California had been, but it was the best he had. A month hiding out in London hadn't done what he thought it would. He needed to get back to New York. He hadn't talked to his family in a month, or his manager, or anyone really.
Drake sighed again and wondered how things got like this. He had been such a happy kid. He was popular and things came easily for him. Now...
Maybe it started when Josh left for college. It had affected Drake more than he thought it would. Suddenly, Drake felt like he was on his own. Their room felt empty with most of Josh's possesions on the other side of the country with him. Drake focused on his music.
No, things didn't get weird because of Josh. Things were still going well for Drake. He didn't have to go to college to be successful. He could make it on his own.
He was so happy to move to New York. He was working on his record. He would visit Josh at school. It gave him a chance to go to college parties and flirt with college girls. Josh wasn't big on the partying, mostly he would hang out with Mindy, who was attending Harvard with him. Life was good for Drake though.
The first record was a hit. Drake was touring, fans adored him. Girls were an ever present force in his life. He wrote more songs, went out with more girls. His life was still pretty normal. It was everything he had done in highschool except on the road.
"Attention passangers, we are preparing our descent. Please fasten your seatbelts and return your trays to the upright position. Thank you for flying with us." The voice on the intercom interupted Drakes thoughts.
He felt his stomach turn. This was it. He had done a good job avoiding press while in London, but he had run into a reporter in the airport in London. He had an awful feeling there would be some more when he landed in New York. There was probably some new rumor flying around involving him. He had a worse feeling that it had to do with Katie.
Katie Winters, model and Drake's ex-girlfriend. Drake's first real love. They had met when they were 22. It wasn't quite love at first sight, more like they hated eachother. It was all Katie's fault. They were at an award show. Drake hadn't wanted to go, it had nothing to do with music, but his manager made him go. He had to be out in the public to promote his new cd.
Drake didn't like most award shows. He hated being around all the fake people, which most of the people there were. He would much rather be performing and hanging out with his fans. He didn't want people talking to him and taking his picture just because he was famous. He wanted it to be because they were a fan of his music.
Katie, well she loved the award shows. She lived to have her picture taken. She needed to be center of attention. Drake had no idea who she was, and that made her furious.
It was all so stupid when Drake thought about it now. She threw a fit over something Drake couldn't even remember saying. Drake had been amused by this and it infuriated her more. She insulted his music and at that, Drake had to fight back.
For months they faught whenever they were at the same event. It all came to a head at a club in New York. They had both been drinking with their seperate groups. Katie came over and dumped a pitcher of beer on Drake's head. They took the fight outside. Drake started to walk home, not wanting to deal with her. He hated her, and Drake wasn't the type to hate people.
She followed him and finally he stopped and screamed at her. The next thing he knew, her lips were on his. It was all her fault. She pushed him in ways no one else did and soon they had been stumbling into his apartment. Being with Katie... it was never gentle. It was angry, it was passionate, it was hatred. It was never gentle, and it was never love. The tender moments were few and very very far between but Drake still found himself head over heels for this girl, convinced that that was what love is.
The plane landed and Drake put on a pair of sunglasses. He wished he had a hat of some kind, but he really hadn't thought about it. He wasn't so famous that there were always photographers following him around. It was only when he was promoting a new album, or of course if there was a juicy rumor floating around. He put his backpack on his shoulders and took a deep breath, preparing to face the world.
It wasn't until after he got his bags that the reporters found him. "Drake! Drake!" They tried to get his attention. Drake just kept walking. He tried to get a cab and a reported was right in front of him. "Drake, is it true that you're the father of Katie Winter's baby?"
Drake froze on the spot. "What? What baby?" He asked in shock.
"Katie Winters just announced this morning that she's three months pregnant. She's telling everyone that you're the father." The reporter said.
Drake laughed. He hadn't meant to but it was so absurd. Pregnant? She couldn't be. "I'm not... I can't be... we broke up six months ago."
"That doesn't mean you guys didn't..."
Drake felt anger building inside. "I wish her luck, but the kid's not mines." Drake said firmly before getting into the cab.