Disclaimer: I don't own Drake and Josh, nor do I intend to profit from this written work. It's simply me getting an idea outside the confines of my mind.
RandomNotes: So, I figured I might as well try and get two out, before the work week cranks me back into that stagnant rhythm. And, seriousness, if I've made mistackes with the characters or anything else right now, please forgive me. I haven't slept in almost two days, and I've worked 16 hours. I'm exhausted, and my cat wont stop getting between me and the keyboard.
Chapter two.
If noise could literally shake a house and break its walls, Josh Nickoles wouldn't be standing anywhere near Cindy Dorfman's house. Smashed red plastic cups were all over the lawn, some accompanied by slobbering teenagers who's obviously never learned about self control. Vomit, shouting, and the charm of drunken speech swelled into an undulating pulse, that once joined with the loud music inside the house made Josh's stomach pinch.
He and Drake were only an hour late, only an hour ago most of these kids could still perform a complete sentence. Josh shook his head as he stepped over two guys arm wrestling on the sidewalk. Drake had all ready entered the house, and Josh was eager to keep up.
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His stomach knotted as he watched the brothers walk into The Dorfman girls' house. He wanted to send the text right now, to lead the young musicion into his trap. He wanted, he wanted… He knew very well what he wanted, but could he have it? A part of him was ready to drive away from this madhouse of desires and confussion, but the rest of him, that dark creature, he wanted to stay. He had thought this out long enough. Shane was tired of standing in the back row dreaming about the things he wanted. That he deserved for his loalty to the young man.
"Half an hour," he whispered, clutching the phone tightly in his sweaty hands. Then he could sneak upon the yard, and the boy would be his. There was no turning back, not without consiquences. And this would be so much easier, and rewarding.
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The people inside the house were much more colocted then the ones outside. Before Drake knew it girls were swooning around him, and guys talking his ears off. Most of them had been at the show only two hours earlier, but Drake wasn't interested in any of them.
He was searching for his mystery girl, waiting for the phone to light up with her incoming message. He watched Josh move awkwardly through the crowd, eyes down and ever apologetic as he made his way to his brother.
"Have you heard from her yet?" He asked, more focused on the growing crowd of underaged drinkers. The place was becoming a madhouse.
"Not yet, but, I will." Drake smiled. "She hasn't been able to resist me so far."
Josh rolled his eyes and scanned the crowd for anyone who looked new. He didn't really know most of them, but, they were all familier. "I think someone's messing with you Drake."
"No way." Drake leaned against the counter. "She's real, and, if she's not, I've singled out about three who could take her place."
Josh stared at his brother, eyes hard. "You're cold sometimes, Drake."
Drake didn't say anything. "You can leave if you want Josh." He finally turned to his brother. "You obviously don't wanna be here."
Josh immediantly stood his ground. He wanted to be here, standing beside his brother, looking almost as cool, and almost half as comfedent. "No, I wanna be here Drake. I'm just bored." He confessed.
"Yeah, me too, do you wanna-" The phone began to vibrate and light up in his pocket. Drake pulled it out and went straight to the new message.
I'm in the sideyard, near the tall bushes. Please come out, alone?
Drake smiled, then turned back to Josh. "Sorry." He made for the back door, then loked back at his brother. "Listen, Josh. If Im not back in about ten minutes, then go home without me."
And then he was gone, lost in a sea of faces and moving bodies. And Josh was left in a mass of distorted faces and loud faces, with that pinching feeling in his gut. A feeling that made him shiver, left him empty and afraid.
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Drake smoothed his hair back slowly, leaving it with that slightly tossled look that the girls seemed to be crazy for. Who knew though, maybe it was just him that drove them wild?
He walked past many girl in the short distance from the living room to back entrance. Many whom he had already kissed, others who were still waiting. But none of them stood out to hm, not right now. He was looking for the mystery girl. He'd never met her, but she said she'd been to all of his shows. She didn't go to his school, and was always too busy to do anything but text. Josh had been suspicious of the whole senario at first. Maybe he still was? Drake wasn't sure, he'd blown all of Josh's worries off then.
"Hello?" he called softly. There was no reply. "This isnt funny." He said, annoyed after another minute of silence. The leaves rustled, load noises seeping through the branches. Someone was there.
"Hello?" Drake asked again, walking closed to the Thick bushline. There was a sound of hurried movement, scared movement. A small sound of fear, and hen nothing. Drake backed away from the bushes, mind racing.
Drake jumped at the sudden pulsing of his phone. Sweaty palms grabbed the shaking device and flipped it open. There was a message.
Sorry if I scared you, please come in.
Drake shook away his nearves and stepped toward the small opening, stopping before he was all the way in. There was a girl in there, lying on the moist grass unconcious was Marrisa Treppe.
"Marrisa, are you-"Drake turned around at the sound of crushed leaves, and there he saw the face of future nightmares. Shane was twenty- seven, of average height and athletic build. His eyes were the coldest blue that Drake had ever seen. In a few secounds time he had grabbed Drake by the arm and pulled him against his chest. He clamped his free hand over Drake's mouth as tightly as possible, the wrapped his other arm around the struggling boys waist.
Drake struggled against the stranger, pulling as hard as he could, trying despretly to scream over the noise of the house. To make anyone hear him.
"Stop struggling, Drake." Shane's voice was cold, controlling. "You arent going anywhere I don't want you to, so just stop. Do as I say, and she wont get hurt," He breathed down drake's neck, inhaling the fear dreanched sweat. "And niether will Josh."
Drake stopped moving, stopped breathing as he scanned the area for Josh. He wasn't anywhere near the sideyard, he was, at the front door… Josh was leaving!
Drake tried to call out, to yell for josh to turn around and look for him. Please, Josh please don't just leave! But Josh couldn't hear him, and Shane's grip was getting tighter.
"I will kill him Drake." Shane's temper was slipping. He leaned his lips against Drake's ear, making the boy cringe. "I know where you live, I've watched you sleep. Listed to every song about every two cent bimbo whose crossed your path. I've been to every show Drake." He moved his hand from Drake's waist to grab something from hs pocket. A folded, white cloth drenched in a foul smelling liquied. He forced it over Drake's mouth, his nose, and held him as he struggled to break away. "Now you're coming with me."
Drake's eyes burned with tears as he tried to fight back, and he watched Josh drive away. Then his vision blurred, and every limb of his body became too heavy. And then there was nothing.
Shane scopped Drake into his arms, holding the unconcious muscicio against his chest felt like too great an acomplishment. His steps were hgurried as he tried to get to his minivan, to take Drake away.
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Officer Jack Deanson walked up the steps to the house where all the noise was coming from. This late on a Friday night a noise complaint was the last thing he wanted to deal with.
He had been ready to knock on the door when he saw the man leaving the sideyard, a teenage boy unconcious in his arms. "Sir?"
He watched the man stop, and slowly turn around. He looked about thirty, his features matching the boys enough to seggest realatives. "Sir, what are you doing with that young man?" He asked, watching for anything weird.
"He's my son, officer." Shane lied, holding Drake possesivly. "He was supposed to be watching his little brother while I was at work, instead he snuck off to this party."
Officer Deanson nodded slowley. "Is he all right?"
Shane frowned, "I think he's had too much to drink." He looked down at drake, then back to the trusting officer. "Would it be all right if I brought him to the station tomorrow, maybe ypu guys could teach him a lesson about drinking and sneaking off like he does?"
Officer Deanson smailed, finally, a responsible parent! "I'll see what I can do. Now, get him home."
"Thank you, officer." Shane smiled and strood over to his minivan, carefully laying Drake in the back seat.
He moved his hand under the seat, looking for the small grocery bag, feeling for the crinkling plastic. Once found, he pulled it out, and searched through it for his zip ties. Carefully, but tightly he secured Drakes ankles, then his wrists behind his back. He covered Drakfrom foot to shoulder with an old blanket so no other drivers would see the bingings, and then pressed the dull grey duct tape tightly over the boys mouth. Home was forty-five minutes away, and he didn't want a comotion before they were there.