Summary: After the shooting at Prom, Bianca moves in with the Torres', putting even more stress onto Drew's relationship with Katie. Drew goes to large lengths to avoid Bianca—but, just like old times, it doesn't take him long to realize he can't avoid her forever. Or at all.
Bianca sat uncomfortably between two avid lovers—two avid lovers who, frankly, didn't give a damn that she was smack dab in the middle of them. "Really?" she felt the urge to call out. "Really?" Drew and Katie's canoodle fest never stopped. And it was no surprise that the impatient girl had quickly gotten tired of it.
"That's it!" Bianca sat up from her seat on the couch, standing on her own two feet. She jabbed a finger in the direction of the stairs, her eyes wide and her eyebrows raised. "Out, you two! I'm not spending my summer locked in some cave with two lovebirds who can't keep their hands off of each other. Ever heard of a room, Drew?" Bianca turned herself around to face the boy she was now living with. An eyebrow cocked, she stood, her foot tapping, waiting for an answer. One never came. "Well, you have one. So, get it together and get up there!" Her head shook slightly as she watched the two lock lips quickly before leaving the stuffy basement. "You can't have sex while I'm here, anyway."
Suddenly, Bianca wished she hadn't left them to themselves. Watching Drew and Katie in the prime of their relationship was better than any other offer she'd gotten to hang out. So far, not a soul had appeared behind that front door, asking for Bianca. No one called, either. Am I really that bad? She'd save that question for another day. For now, Adam was home, and Bianca was bored. Bored being an understatement, that is. She called his name once, twice, three times, until he shuffled his way down the stairs.
"Chill, B. A man with a gun-shot wound can only come to appease your needs so quickly." Adam seated himself beside Bianca. She cringed at the basis of his joke, still feeling guilty for the pain and heartache she'd caused the boys. Both of them—Drew and Adam. For a moment, she wondered if the pain would ever stop. Maybe it would, one day. But, for now, Bianca was here for them. She laughed lightly at his joke, still uncomfortable with the humor of the situation, but set her inner feelings aside.
"When you got shot, I told you Xbox whenever you wanted." Bianca smiled devilishly in the younger brother's direction. He smiled back at her. He knew where she was going with this. "So, I was thinking..." She tossed a controller his way, careful of any strain on him. "You want it right here, right now?"
"Way to make things dirty, Bianca."
"Shut it, Torres." Bianca turned on the TV with a flip of a button, the thought of Drew and Katie briefly leaving her mind. "Get ready for your ass to get kicked..." She paused, eyes flickering over Adam's bandaged shoulder. "Again."
"The girls at school weren't kidding when they called you a monster," Adam said with a lingering smirk.
"What can I say?" Bianca mused with a tilt of her head. "Things like this, they come naturally to me. Just like when I kick your ass, tears are going to be coming naturally to you." Adam laughed shortly at her joke. "Sucks to suck," she said again. And, thus, the game began.
After hours in his room with Katie, Drew finally came downstairs to meet Bianca's eye.
"So, Katie," she began. But he cut her off.
"Can we not talk about her?"
That's a first.
"No, you seem reluctant. We're definitely talking about her."
Drew sat far from Bianca on the couch, almost as if he was avoiding her. And he probably was. Bianca didn't dare to ask, knowing she'd pissed him off enough already. God knows she didn't need another anti-Bianca team member strutting around Toronto, let alone her place of stay. She peered up at Drew curiously, a small smile creeping up the side of her cracked lip.
"Chill, Drew. I was only kidding." Bianca inched closer to him, touching his shoulder tentatively. He swung his arm around to detach himself from her, shooting her a look of fire. Oh, he was angry, alright. And, for the first time in a long time, Bianca was scared. He'd just never been the one she was afraid of.
"No, you chill!"
Bianca sat up from her slouched position beside the boy. "Drew," she murmured. Immediately, the boy looked sorry. He mumbled her name back to her and she stood. Her breathing was unstable and heavy now. She could barely make eye contact with him as he reached for her hand. "What happened with her?" She asked him this with concern, and no other intent. Her former jealousy of Katie had melted away somewhat quickly as she sat down beside him again. "What happened, Drew?"
"She came up to my room, we were kissing, and..."
"And what?" Bianca was afraid for what was to come. Had they really...?
"That's thing." Drew said with a scoff. Shaking his head, he could barely keep himself collected for his reply to Bianca. "Nothing happened." Pursing his lips, he continued, less angry before. Maybe he was finally realizing how irrational he was being. "I thought we were going to, but she didn't want to. I'd been planning for this night for awhile, and she just bailed."
"Going to, what? Have sex?" Her look this time was not one of hurt, but one of disbelief. Drew had never been this dense—not even when she'd been the girl chasing hopelessly after him. This time, it was the other way around. Drew wasn't used to being the chaser, that's for sure. Girls were attracted to him like flies were to shit. Graphic, but true, Bianca decided. "Has it ever occurred to you that not everyone is ready for sex, Drew? Hell, you're probably Katie's first serious boyfriend." Sighing, she continued to sort through her thoughts and speak as unbiasedly as possible. Which, for the sake of notability, was getting hard to do, seeing as she still harbored feelings for the boy.
"Just... wait for her, okay?" Bianca found herself short of breath as she gazed down at Drew. "I know she really cares about you. Katie'll come around."
"You're the best, B." Drew stood up, his smile back again and bright as ever. His hand met her shoulder momentarily, a slight rub to comfort the visibly lonely soul. "I'm going to go call her," he said. And he left without a second thought. Or another word.
She wished he'd turn around. She wished he'd change his mind. But she knew what was best for him—and what was best, wasn't her. All she did was hold him back; he said it himself. To Alli, to Katie. Even to Bianca herself.
Her lips were pursed tight again, and she didn't want to face him. It was useless, wasn't it? Wanting him again, wishing he was with her again. He'd never take her back, not after what she did. Her feelings for him were a joke. And, frankly, she was beginning to feel like their whole relationship had been one, too.
"Bianca?"
It was him.
What should she do? Pretend like she wasn't there?
"Uh, come in." Bianca shifted slightly from her resting position on the couch. It was getting late, and mostly everyone was asleep or back in their rooms.
"She took me back," he said finally.
"You're joking, right? You woke me up to tell me that?"
Drew smirked. "When you're sleeping, you have morning voice. I didn't hear any grogginess there."
"Still. You know I don't really care, right?"
And he smirked again. Someone should really tell him to stop doing that. His lips were becoming hard to resist, seeing as they were so dangerously close to her own.
"No, I know you do."
"No, I really don't." She gave him an urgent look, letting him know she wanted him out. That was only partially true. But any longer, and she wouldn't be able to sleep. Sometimes the thought of him kept her up. His blue eyes, the curve in his jaw. The little things that made Drew himself were hard to forget, especially when she was alone and he was all she could think about.
Bianca rolled onto her side to avoid his eyes. His beautiful, daunting eyes. She cast her brown ones away from his with a small frown, which slowly morphed into a grin. "Night, Torres," she mumbled softly.
"Night, DeSousa," he replied tenderly. It felt utterly unfamiliar addressing Bianca by last name, but Drew went with it, and stepped quickly up the stairs, to his room, where he fell asleep.
The word "night" was not romantic. Nothing in that situation had been. Yet it still made their hearts tingle. It still made them want more. It made Drew, who swore he only had eyes for Katie, want to rush back down the stairs and tell her "no." No, he wouldn't leave. Because he missed her. And he wanted to talk to her. And he missed all the little things, just like she did. But he didn't want to admit to it, just like she didn't want to, either.
Was it possible to be in love with two girls, for two totally different reasons? Drew didn't know. Neither did Bianca. Neither did Katie. They were all oblivious to each other, and it sucked. It sucked for all three of them. And it sucked that when Bianca was sad, Drew couldn't be there for her. But that was the way things needed to be. It wasn't just them anymore—there were lives on the line, more people involved. If someone got hurt, it wouldn't just be them. It'd be all of them. And there was always a price to pay.
They couldn't be together. They couldn't. It wasn't right, it never was. It was better if things just ended... for good.
And for a moment there, they thought it did. But they wouldn't be Drew and Bianca if they didn't find a way back to each other. Soon, they would realize that what was then, is now, and will be forever. Drew just needed to make his choice. But who said the right choice was always the easiest one?
A/N: I am extremely displeased with how this turned out. Still, I would love your feedback and tips. Honestly, my writer's block has been at an all time high, and writing this piece, which is certainly not my best, was incredibly hard for me. But this is only the beginning, and it's bound to get better. I'm planning on making this a three-shot, or something of the sort. I know the story's moving a little quickly, but I found it blatantly obvious that, even when Krew was alive and well, Drianca loved each other. So, yeah. I'm going with that. Thank you, and please review!