A/N: Alright, chapter two! This title also does not belong to me, although I changed the pronouns a bit. Led Zeppelin owns it as 'The Girl I Love She Got Long Black Wavy Hair' and I only changed it to keep the story where it should be.
The Boy I Love He Got Long Black Wavy Hair
The girl I love, yeah, she got long black wavy hair,
Ah yeah,
Her mother and her father, Lordy,
They sure don't, sure don't allow me there
Drake threaded his fingers through the long hair under his hands. It was silky and soft and the first thing he noticed that day when he walked into the Premier. He felt the lips hot, wet, and parted slightly, matching his own almost perfectly, although his were a bit thinner.
Drake let his hands drop lower and rest on a pair of even, jean-clad hips. He hooks his fingers through the belt loops and deepens the kiss. He tastes the fresh mocha cola on the tongue he's wrestling with and something that tastes like coconut macaroons. And suddenly he's jolted back into reality.
For the past ten minutes, he'd been making out. For the last five of them, Drake completely forgot who it was with. He was lucky he didn't start moaning Josh's name into this girl's mouth. That would've been awkward. The girl sitting in front of him had thick blonde curls framing her face and hazel eyes. She had a few freckles under her left eye and a cute nose. All in all, she was hot, but not who Drake thought he had been running his hands all over for the last ten minutes.
He excused himself to go to the bathroom and tried to shake the image out of his head. He had thought he was threading his fingers through Josh's soft curls, but now that he thinks about it, Josh's hair is much softer than the girl's actually is. He should've known a while ago when he tasted the mocha cola, since Josh only drinks diet or their mix of root beer and Dr. Fizz. But, it was the macaroons that stopped him. He stopped when he realized that it was indeed coconuts that he tasted, and Josh hates coconuts.
When he had opened his eyes, he didn't see Josh's perfect, amazing green eyes that Drake always got lost in, but instead just a couple of hazel ones. He was disappointed he wasn't with Josh, not to mention ashamed that he thought he would be. They were in a movie theatre, a public place where any one of their classmates could see them. He and Josh would never come there to make out.
He missed Josh, he'd admit that now. No matter how much they kissed at home or cuddled on the couch through the night, it wasn't the same. Josh was seen in public kissing Mindy and holding hands with her. Sure, he hugged Drake in public, but those were few and far between. Drake wanted him to be seen with Josh in public instead of Mindy.
He stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, how long exactly he didn't know, but he finally came to a few decisions. One, no more lies to Josh about the girls he's seeing; two, no more dating girls just for the hell of it; and three, he's finally going to make a commitment to Josh, completely and totally give himself to Josh. Josh was like Eric to his Craig, and if those two nerds could do it and get on with their lives, so could they. Because he finally realized it now, there was no one else for him than that goofy, dorky, giant-headed, bumbling fool.
The realization hit him hard in the gut, nearly knocking the wind out of him. He had absolutely no idea where that thought came from, he swears. Yes, he loves Josh, he knows he loves Josh, he's always loved Josh. Ever since he and Josh became brothers...well, more like ever since Josh fought Buck, Drake knew he loved his new brother. But, that was nothing weird, everyone loves their siblings and their family.
So, Drake wonders, when did his love for Josh become less brotherly? He knows that what he and Josh have been doing for the past few months is not something brothers do normally. Sure, brothers hug each other occasionally, but Drake knew that brothers didn't normally hug at every chance they got or steal secret glances at one another when others aren't looking. They probably don't pass notes in class as much as Drake and Josh do. Trevor probably didn't slowly walk his fingers up Scottie's knee towards his crotch under the dinner table like Drake did to Josh. Drake highly doubted that Scottie let Trevor have half of his churro when he has part of it still in his mouth. And most importantly, Drake is pretty sure that Trevor and Scottie, and all other siblings he knows, do not make out with their brothers in the comfort of their own rooms.
Drake is straight, he knows he is, and he knows Josh is too. Besides Devon Malone, and that's a special case, Drake has never been attracted to another guy and Josh has never looked at guys before. But, when it came to Josh, it was something so different with Drake, he couldn't explain it. Josh made him question everything about himself, but made him not have to think about anything at the same time.
"Well," Drake said to himself, "if you can't beat em, join em, right?" He didn't care anymore what other people thought. Let them think what they want, that's what people do. But, he was finally ready to make a commitment to someone, so he didn't think about anything else. But he'd have to do a few things before getting to Josh. Like, break up with...that girl he's on a date with.
He went back to their table and smiled to himself. She was wearing a necklace with her name on it. Cindy, he knew that. "So, I think I'm gonna have to call it quits for the day. I have to get home."
"So soon?" she said in that high pitched cheerleader voice that Drake hated. He shuddered to think she might talk more.
"Yeah, sorry, but I need to baby sit my little sister," he lied easily.
"Okay, call me sometime?" she asked, hugging his arm. He gave her a fake smile and nodded. The fact that he just wasn't into her would probably go right over her head, so why even bother trying?
As he drove home, Drake wondered how he should do this. Should he just grab Josh and kiss the crap out of him or should he do something more romantic? If he went the romantic route, Josh might get suspicious when Drake attempts to cook. And knowing his cooking skills, Drake thought it would be better if he didn't make the house explode.
Well, he thinks, he can probably attempt pasta. Josh makes spaghetti for them all the time and it doesn't look too hard. You just wait for the water to...bubble when it gets really hot and then pour the noodles in and...um...he wasn't sure what to do next. How long do you cook it, and how do you know when it's done? Maybe he should cross cooking for Josh off his list.
As he was thinking of other ways to tell Josh he loved him, his phone vibrated again. Speak of the devil. Dinner w/ Mindy. B back l8. How's ur date going?
Mindy! Shit, he forgot about her. As long as Mindy was in the picture, Drake couldn't have Josh. And Josh...what if Josh loved Mindy? The thought slammed into Drake's head, making him slam onto the brakes. He pulled over to the side of the road and tried to calm his NASCAR-speed heart beat. He'd never asked Josh if he loved Mindy before, he was always too afraid of the answer. After that time Mindy told Josh she loved him, Drake was petrified of losing Josh to the Creature.
Sure, there was that whole episode where Mindy told him she loved him and he freaked, but that was over a year ago, things could change between then and now. While Josh compared her to one, Mindy wasn't like meat loaf where you could just decide instantly if you like it or not and keep that answer for a while. He could love Mindy tomorrow, then hate her the next. Drake pulled back onto the road and chuckled lightly to himself when he thought about Mindy and meat loaf. Mindy was icky and if she was going to be compared to meat loaf, Drake could humor himself in thinking that Mindy was just like his mom's meat loaf: dry, tasteless, and just plain gross.
Drake walked slowly into their room, throwing his keys lazily on the table as he did so. A thought crossed his mind. What did Josh do with that scrapbook Mindy gave him with all the notes they passed in class together?
He looked around the room to see if it was out in the open, which it wasn't. Drake was stuck, where would Josh have put that scrapbook? Oh, his bedside table, under his special box! Drake went over to it and pulled it out. He checked to make sure it really was the right one, since Josh kept a lot a scrapbooks, and smiled when he saw it really was their's. In the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn't be snooping in Josh's business, but he had to, for...study purposes.
He sat on the couch, popping some CDs into the stereo and opened the first page. He didn't bother to do more than skim them, but he noticed there was a pattern in them. After a certain page, Mindy would always start the notes with 'I love you!' but Josh would never say it back. Drake smiled when he saw this.
Then, there was also the recurring theme of Drake himself coming up in their conversations. Mindy would ask what he did that weekend and Josh would tell her about the fight he and Drake had over the foam finger or his latest gig. After Josh broke his foot, he told Mindy about Drake shooting him with a potato and impersonating a doctor. Mindy didn't find it at all funny. He told her about their trip to LA and about Baaaab the Sheep.
Drake smiled, liking to think that Mindy got tired of Josh always talking about the crazy schemes they got themselves into, but Josh grinning like a dumbass whenever he wrote about them. The latest letter on the last page had Josh telling her to watch FBI's Most Wanted that Saturday night to see him and Drake. Mindy ended the note with 'Love ya' but Josh just sent her back a smiley face ':-P.' Drake felt this was a good thing. Maybe he didn't love Mindy after all.
Smiling, Drake closed the scrapbook and returned it to Josh's "hiding spot." He saw another scrapbook in there, one that had a picture of the two of them on the cover. Curiosity got the better of Drake once again, so he pulled it out and leaned back against Josh's bed to look at it. Drake never really noticed until now that he and Josh loved to take pictures together.
Drake liked how they went in order, starting from their times when they hung out while their parents were dating. Josh lost a lot of weight, why hadn't Drake noticed before? Sure, he knew that Josh lost weight, but he never noticed how much until now.
There was them playing GamePod together, eating pizza with Megan, attempting to wash Walter's car for money. There were quite a few of those; one of Drake spraying Josh with the garden hose, one of Josh throwing suds at Drake, a couple of Megan laughing and watching the boys, and one of Drake and Josh, covered in soap suds. Drake remembered that day, when he and Josh first started to like each other.
The next five or six pages were devoted to their parents' wedding. There was Mom, looking beautiful in her white gown and her hair curled and looking flawless; Dad looking nervous but dashing in his tux; Megan looked like a normal little girl in her flower girl dress, holding her little bouquet and standing with the other flower girl, their little cousin Lauren.
But, almost all the rest of the pictures were of Drake and Josh during the wedding. There they were before the wedding, accidentally wearing the others' suits; Josh had to help Drake tie his bowtie like the mother hen he was; a photo Drake remembers taking of Josh trying to look like a secret agent; and then Drake, attempting to look like James Bond.
Then, the reception pictures made Drake laugh out loud. There was one of Drake, Josh, and Drake's then nine-year-old cousin, Matt, who in Drake's eyes was the coolest little kid on earth, posing Charlie's Angels style; Josh making a speech for his dad, even though he wasn't the Best Man; Drake and Josh drinking champagne and Drake looking completely wasted.
There were pictures of the two of them dancing like total idiots on the dance floor, Drake's long hair flopping around his head like a mop; there was Drake dancing with Josh's little cousin, Julie, and Josh dancing with Matt and Connor, another of Drake's little cousins. Of course, there was Josh picking Drake up and swinging him around easily, Drake hanging there with a horrified expression on his face.
Finally, there were a few of Drake and Josh, who, towards the end of the reception, had found a storage closet in the restaurant they were at, filled with random articles of clothing that looked like they hadn't been touched since the 1700s. Not wanting to pass up the chance to be the center of attention, Drake suggested they put on the dresses and parade around.
Drake had on a low-cut dress with green sequins and about three pounds worth of bracelets on his wrists. He put on a green tiara-like headdress that weighed more than Josh's head and hooked arms with Josh. Josh on the other hand, decided to dress in breeches and a powdered wig and a coat that made him look like a British General. He put on the high heels and the bow tie and led Drake out to the rest of their family.
Everyone laughed and had to take pictures of them. Josh took his father's new wedding ring and brought it over to Drake. In front of God and everyone, he knelt down at Drake's seat and popped the question. Drake laughed like a giddy school girl and nodded.
Drake smiled at all the memories of the wedding. He didn't want a brother at first. Now he can't stand the thought of not having one.
There were other pictures too that brought back so many memories for Drake. There they were just after Josh moved into Drake's room, a piece of red licorice sticking out of both of their mouths; the two of them serenading baby Max; the boys and Grammy in the driveway under the basketball hoop.
Drake noticed that as he and Josh got to know each other better, they grew closer and closer, literally. Each time he turned the page, they stood closer and closer to each other. There was a picture of them dripping wet from the chocolate milk pool; the whole family, minus Megan, with pink hair; Drake and Josh together at the pool tables at the Premier, taken by Helen. Then, another picture that Drake didn't know had been taken of him and Josh sword fighting with the pool cues.
Drake smiled at the picture of him being picked up, again, by Josh, this time just after they won the talent show for their Blues Brothers routine. Instead of looking horrified like at the wedding, Drake looked happy and amused; the two of them, Josh wearing his hideous lucky shirt; them just after they won the Honor Council case. That was when Drake first started to hate Mindy, although she was such a know-it-all bitch, he hated her from afar before that.
He turned the page and out dropped a bunch of burned CDs and DVDs that had fallen out of their slots. Drake held them up and read what Josh had written on them, grinning like an idiot. Among them were "Wedding Reception," "Drake Medley Park: 4/12/05," "X-Mas '07," and "Romeo & Juliet-Act 3, Scene I." Drake swore he told Josh to burn that tape, since it was just a stupid English assignment with about three hours of footage, and only twenty minutes of it usable. The rest was the two of them, and Craig and Eric as Benvolio and Tybalt, respectively, goofing off and making unintended bloopers.
He smiled, remembering how excited Josh was when they were told to film this. Drake had said that since he was a truly sexy beast, he should play Romeo. That is, until he read some of the things that Romeo said and, after having had help translating, decided he was no way in Hell going to play a guy who was so whipped he'd let his best friend die for a girl he met a few days ago. So, he played Mercutio instead, saying he got to say perverted jokes for a project, that was just too good to miss.
There were hundreds of other pictures and Drake wanted to look at all of them and remember what he and Josh had gone through to get this far before he watched all of their videos. He would've, too, but he heard footsteps coming up the stairs towards their room. And a voice, Mindy's voice.
"Promise me you'll think about it?" Mindy asked.
"Okay, I'll think about it," he heard Josh say. Quickly, Drake went closer to the doorframe to listen closer.
"Thanks. I think you'll really like it, it'll be fun."
"Okay!" Josh said and Drake could tell he was smiling.
"I love you."
There was only a small pause before Drake felt as if his whole world was crashing down around him. "Love you, too," Josh said and was now probably kissing Mindy. Feeling as if his heart had just been ripped from his body and Josh was doing the Mexican Hat Dance on it, Drake slowly made his way to the couch, picking up his guitar to look like he had been playing it the whole time.
A few minutes later, Josh came in, completely clueless to what Drake heard. He sat down on the couch next to Drake, who stopped strumming his guitar to look at him. "Hey," Josh said happily, making Drake's heart break just a little more. "How'd your date go?"
"Alright. It's not going anywhere though."
"I thought you said you were gonna ask her out?"
"Yeah, but...there's someone else stopping me," Drake said, not looking at Josh.
"Oh, who? Do I know her, is she cute?"
"Yes, you know...her. And yeah, she's totally cute. Amazingly cute, actually. I've never felt this way about someone before. Just...it's not gonna happen."
"What? Why not?"
"—already have someone," Drake said quietly, the 'you' he said at the beginning inaudible.
"That's never stopped—" Drake cut him off with a kiss. He didn't want to talk to Josh about why he didn't go anywhere with Cindy, he just wanted Josh to know he needed him and wanted Mindy gone.
They stayed kissing as they stood up in front of the couch. Drake had his hands up Josh's shirt and Josh's were down in Drake's back pockets when the pieces of Drake's world that were already broken shattered to dust before his eyes. The turn of a doorknob, the creak of the door opening, the gasp out of his mom and the 'What the hell?' out of Walter and everything was over. There was no explaining, they couldn't lie about this and make it believable. So, they just stood there, their parents in the doorway and the boys in front of the couch, their hands in places brothers' hands really should never be.
