A/N: An update…? Here…? I didn't think they existed in this part of the internet! :)
Well, some of you might have guessed what Drake's up to, but for those of you who haven't, I won't spoil it for you, so read on. :)
Chapter 2
(Josh's POV)
I can't believe she talked me into this! I'm in mine and Drake's shared room, looking for his mail!
Megan said it would be less suspicious if I was searching our room seeing as it was my room. She said she was gonna try and get some of the mail that comes through the door, she was gonna wait there till it came through and she was gonna quickly hide any of Drake's until we got a chance to read it, then give him the rest of the pile.
It wasn't the best plan, but it was all we had on such short notice, the mail would be here soon and Megan wanted to find out what was going on as soon as possible.
I don't know what's gotten into her lately; normally she wouldn't care if Drake was acting different. She'd probably be too wrapped up in her world of pranking to even notice a change. Though I can't really say that, he's never been this… different. Maybe she does care after all.
I was abruptly snapped out of my moment of wondering by a familiar voice…
"What are you doing?" came the voice from behind me.
"Aaarrrgghh!" I cried, startled by the silent approach of my brother, Drake, lifting my head out from under his elevated bed a little too quickly and banging it on the hard wood.
I quickly turned to face him, whilst rubbing the back of my head and wincing in pain.
"What?" I asked, a little dazed.
"What were you doing under my bed?" he repeated, a look of confusion and annoyance on his face.
"Uh… uh…" I stuttered.
I panicked. I should have planned an excuse in case he came in rather than just diving into it. I looked at the coffee table in front of the T.V. and saw a used glass from yesterday.
"I uh… I… was… practicing a magic trick…"
I looked over at him; he wasn't showing any signs of interrupting me. I dashed over to the table and picked up the glass, holding it up in his direction so he could clearly see it.
"…I put a ball under this cup, and made it disappear and now I can't find it." I nearly cringed at the unbelievably lame excuse I came up with.
"But the cup is made of glass… it's see-through." He said matter-of-factly.
I looked down at the glass, damn it, should have thought this through a bit more.
"Uh… well… I did it under the table where I couldn't see it." I couldn't bear to listen to myself anymore.
"Well, did you check under the table?" Drake asked nonchalantly.
"Yeah… but it's not there."
I looked up at him again. He sees right through me, I just know it! His face was disbelieving, but his response was something I didn't expect.
"Riiiiiiight, okay."
…He bought it?
Am I really that terrible at magic? Well it doesn't really matter, he bought it, I'm in the clear, everything's alright, and I'm safe.
As Drake made his way over to his bed I noticed a letter in his hand.
"Any mail for me?" I asked.
He looked down at the letter and switched it to the hand furthest away from me before continuing.
"I dunno, its downstairs on the table if you wanna check."
I stood up quickly and started towards the door.
"Oh… okay… I'll do that… right now…"
"Okay then." He responded, with a quizzical look on his face.
When I was a few steps from the door I broke into a run and didn't stop until I got downstairs where Megan was waiting.
(Megan's POV)
I didn't know why Josh was running, but he thundered down the stairs. I just hoped he hadn't spilled the beans like a gutless worm.
He was panting like a dog. He had got fitter and more active than he used to be in the last few years but he was definitely not in the same physical condition as Drake now was, seeing as Drake could run round the block at high speed and not even need a drink when he got back, but Josh couldn't even run from his bedroom to the living room without nearly passing out.
He leant on the wooden dining chair to catch his breath, so I decided to start the questioning.
"Did you find anything?"
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a deep breath to calm down before responding.
"No, he interrupted my search; I didn't have time to look properly." He said, a little calmer.
"You didn't tell him anything did you?" I questioned angrily.
"No… I said the thing… with the cup… and the ball… under the table." He started to hyperventilate.
I reached over for a plastic bag on the table and handed it to him. He nodded his appreciation, before using it to steady his breathing by breathing in and out into the bag whilst closing the end of slightly with his left hand.
When he had steadied his breathing he felt it was his turn to ask questions.
"I saw the letter in his hand; I take it you didn't get to it in time?" He asked.
"He went for a morning run and met the mailman on the way back up the drive; he took the mail before coming inside. I didn't get the chance." I tried to explain.
Josh's face visibly dropped, but I could tell he understood it wasn't my fault.
"So we're no closer to finding out what's going on than we were an hour ago?" He asked, disappointed.
"Hold on a second, I have an idea, stay here!" I instructed.
Josh just gave me a confused look, but complied as I ran upstairs.
I waited a couple of minutes for Drake to go to the bathroom. When he did, I silently ran out of my room and up the second flight of stairs to his. Upon entering his room, I quickly but quietly leapt across it towards his bed. I carefully lifted his pillow to see a number of opened envelopes with letters inside them.
I scooped a couple up, but not too many that he would become suspicious, purposefully leaving some of the more recent ones.
As I was making my way back across his room the door handle started to turn. I quickly stuffed the letters up the back of my t-shirt as Drake walked in. He looked annoyed.
"What are you doing in here?" he said, calmly. It was the calm, angry Drake that scares me the most.
"I lost my virtual pet, and I was checking if I left it in here." I said, keeping my cool a lot more than Josh probably did.
His expression softened a bit, but not too much.
"Well ask to come in my room next time." He instructed.
"Okay, will do." I replied, moving around him, facing him at all times.
"Wait a second." He said suddenly.
Uh oh, he's caught me! I thought.
To my surprise, he jumped across the room in two leaps and grabbed something off of his clock beside his pillow.
"Give this to Josh for me will ya?" he called out as he threw it towards me.
I managed to pull one hand free from holding the letters to catch what he had thrown. It was a small, red, plastic ball.
"What's this?" I asked, confused.
"Red ball." He said nonchalantly, before lying down on his bed.
A/N: Hhhhhmmmm, what does his mail contain? You're gonna have to wait to find out… aren't I cruel? :)
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