Chapter 3! Yay, I had so much fun writing this chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
Warning: Language, Underage Drinking and major Fluffyness ensue in this chapter. Be warned, it's fluffy...
Disclaimer: I am a teenager in High School in Canada... Do you think I have enough money to own Drake and Josh? ... Or the Song used in this chapter called 'Puttin On The Ritz'? Noooo... I do not own Drake and Josh... Or the song used in this chapter!
Chapter 3
It has been a month since I met Kayle. Ever since we met that night, my world has slowly shifted back into its natural balance. Well, not really, but I'd like to imagine that it has.
My family is still paying me little attention, the same goes for my band. Normally, this would really upset me, but the attention I am not receiving from my friends and family, I receive from Kayle.
We have hung out seemingly every day from the moment we met.
The night after the park I called him from a pay phone downtown.
I had been on the date with Victoire, but she was tense the entire time, worried that I was going to force her to do something that she didn't want to do. So, being the gentleman that I am, I drove her home after an hour.
I walked her up to her doorstep and kissed her gently on the cheek, saying that I was glad that I had met such a gorgeous girl from Paris. She had laughed, but it was fake.
My charm was running low, I couldn't even get a kiss on the lips for crying out loud! But at that moment, I didn't really care for physical contact, I just wanted to talk with someone and have a good time.
That, of course, landed me downtown near BF Wangs, using 25 cents that I found on the ground to phone the first person that came to my mind.
He told me that he had the night off, and since his apartment was near BF Wang's, I should drop by.
He told me the direction to his apartment and said that he'd meet me outside.
"See you soon" he had said in a low flirtatious voice before hanging up.
We met outside of his building and he told me to follow him, telling me that there was a place he thought that I might like.
"If you are the kind of person I think you are, you're gunna love this place."
I was worried that it was going to be a bar of some sort, and that I wasn't going to be able to get in therefore making Kayle embarrassed and making him hate me.
We walked down the busy street for 5 minutes, when he grabbed my hand and led me into the middle of a back alley. I turned to see large metal door staring me down, daring me to enter.
'This is fucking sketchy' I had thought.
Kayle grabbed his keys and unlocked the door.
"It's a bar/club, but since you said that you were in school, I doubt that they'd let you in through the front entrance. My friend works here and gave me the keys so I could visit him through the back whenever I wanted."
He opened the door only to show a pit of black. I could hear music playing within the darkness.
"Well, don't just stand there, go on in!" He said, patting my butt as I walked by.
The bar/club was a good size. It's wasn't so big that everyone was clambered against each other with drunk rage. In a far far corner, away from everything, there were 5 stands, all with Cd's of artists that I had never heard of.
There were 8 booths, a long bar, 10 tables, a dance floor where a large group of men and women were having the time of their lives, and a stage where a band was playing some type of jazz. The room was built in the shape of a square.
"It's a different type of club" Kayle smirked at me.
"It's not very well known, which is what the owner wants. You have to know the right people to come here. They always have live bands who only play Jazz, or music from the 1920's to the 1970's. They refuse to play anything from the 1980's onward."
Kayle grabbed my hand again and led me to the bar.
"Hey Johnny-boi"
The bartender turned around, looked up from his glass that he had been cleaning.
"Hey Kayle, I haven't seen you in a while bro'. How the hell have ya been?" Johnny The Bartender had a small Irish accent, I noticed.
"Good good, Johnny-boi. This is my friend, Drake" Kayle said introducing me.
"How are ya, Drake"
I nodded my head with a smile and started listening to the music. Tapping my foot lightly, I had the sudden earge to dance.
Kayle put his head closer to Johnny's.
"Heyy, Johnny-boi, can you hook me with a Jager Bomb?"
"Certainly, would your friend here care for a drink?"
I jerked my head to look at Kayle, and then to Johnny, again to Kayle, and then back to Johnny. Shit, I'm going to be kicked out for sure.
Kayle seemed to sense my un-ease. "I dunno, Johnny-boi. Are you a drinker, Drake?"
I shook my head. "... No, I can't drink."
Arms flailing, Kayle jerked his head backwards, eyes bursting from their sockets. He looked rather shocked at my statement. "What?" He asked aghast. " Why the hell not?"
"I'm not old enough to..." Johnny and Kayle looked to each other before they raised their eyebrows at me.
"So?" Asked Johnny.
Kayle lifted his hand, reaching up to my chin, forcing me to look at him.
"Have you ever had a drink before?" He asked as if he was about to cry, like my 'No' before hand was the saddest thing he had ever heard.
I gave a loud snort.
"Of course I have had drinks before, Kayle" I slapped his hand from my chin. "I just am not old enough to buy alcohol. Especially in a bar!" I said the last part in a loud whisper.
"Ohhhhhh!" Kayle said in understanding. "Ya, we don't really follow that rule here. I'm not even 21 yet! He said throwing up his arms in the air. The quote, waving them like you just don't care enters my mind. "I'm 19 turning 20. So, technically I can't even buy alcohol either, but I do." He said, winking at Johnny.
Johnny just laughed at our conversation.
"So, what can I get for ya, Drake"
"Umm.. well, I don't really know any type of bar drinks" I replied to Johnny, who had just finished mixing Kayle's Jager Bomb.
As soon as Kayle's hand met glass, the Jager Bomb was gone.
"Johnny-boi, get me another, and for Drakey here, well..." Kayle eyed me up and down, his mouth hanging slightly open and eyebrows furred together in concentration.
"Get him an Absolut Passion"
I looked up at him, stunned. "An Asbolut Passion?" Well, that did sound good.
Johnny grabbed two glasses from underneath the counter and decided to answer my question for Kayle. "It's a shot, vodka mixed with passion-fruit juice. You'll probably like it, although I don't think anyone has ever hated it."
3 Absolut Passions, and 5 Jager Bombs later, I found myself on the dance floor, dancing wildly to the rhythm of the music. The lights were low and sweat was glistening off of everyone's skin. My body was squished against Kayle's. I held onto his shoulder and his hand, while his right arm hung tightly around my waist. For Jazz dancing, you need a partner, and I didn't really want to miss out on this Jazz dancing experience, so Kayle agreed to dance with me. The only thing was I had to be girl. That was our drunken deal.
"This next song is a huge hit from the year 1929. The version I'll be playing is by Fred Astaire-the radio version, not the movie version- and this classic Jazz hit is called 'Puttin on the Ritz'. So guys and gals, hold onto your partners tightly, because I have a feelin' things are about to get heated." The singer had said with a wink and a hand on his Fedora.
The band started in the background, the trumpets bursting out loudly, as if they hadn't let out sound in decades.
Kayle had begun to lead me. He moved his right foot forward, forcing me to move my left foot back.
Have you seen the well-to-do, up upon Lennox Avenue. On that famous thoroughfare, with their noses in the air
He then moved his left foot forward, but quickly changed his direction. My waist followed his as our feet turned us in a 180 degree circle.
High hats and Arrowed collars, white spats and 15 dollars, Spending every dime, for a wonderful time
If you're blue and you don't know where to go to
I began to feel dizzy and numb, not really understanding what was going on. Everything was beginning to blur together. I leaned my head against Kayle's chest, attempting to stop the spinning. I felt Kayle's hand squeeze mine protectively.
Why don't you go where fashion sits, Puttin' on the ritz.
Different types who wear a daycoat, pants with stripes, And cut away coat, perfect fits,
Puttin' on the ritz.
Our feet pivoted, twisted, and sashayed. Our hips moving back and forth, rolling to the beat of the music.
I could feel the sweat on Kayle's shoulder, just underneath his blue shirt, dripping slowly underneath my fingertips.
Different types who wear a daycoat, pants with stripes And cut away coat, perfect fits,
Puttin' on the ritz.
My head, still on Kayle's chest, felt as though I were on an amusement ride. The music was ringing in my ears, and I could feel his quickened heart beat, tired from the mix of heat and dancing.
Dressed up like a million dollar trouper, Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come let's mix where Rockefellers walk with sticks,
Kayle tightened his grip on my waist as he moved our bodies, turning us again. This time though, we created a full circle, my feet being lifted from the ground into the air. It happened so fast I could've sworn it was just my imagination, that is until he lifted me, the tiniest bit, off the ground again.
My stomach had begun to flip, not agreeing with the alcohol and all the turning and lifting.
I forced my head off of Kayle's chest and looked him straight in the eye.
"Kayle... I..."
Or umbrellas in their mitts.
Kayle understood immediately. He let go of my arm, but still held tightly, almost painfully, onto my waist as we made it out the door.
Puttin' on the Ritz
"See ya, Johnny!" Kayle yelled.
I didn't hear Johnny's reply as I lowered my head to the wall and let myself be relieved of the contents in my stomach.
"Man!" Kayle laughed. "You cannot hold your liquor!"
That was a month ago.
Now, I have led us into another situation. It's the kind of situation I usually ended up dragging Josh into, but Josh hasn't really spoken to me since Christmas. So, Kayle is now the person being dragged.
Poor guy. I almost feel sorry him.
"I just don't understand it!" Kayle says in frustration.
"I know." I reply with an apologetic tone.
"I just don't understand. How does someone lose a Tiger?"
"I don't know." I say shrugging my shoulders.
"And when looking for said cat, why do you look in a Janitor's Closet? Better yet, why did I follow you into the janitor's closet?"
"Actually, I threw you into the Janitors Closet, but that's not important... and I don't know" I say softly again.
I can tell Kayle's frustrated, because he is currently ripping chunks of hair out from his skull. But I also know that he is slightly amused with the situation.
We had been at San Diego Zoo for the day when a Tiger had escaped. After being kicked out for safety reasons, and being the person I am, I had snuck back in, dragging Kayle with me. Come on, I wanted to see what a Tiger looked like close up!
After an hour of searching, we finally found the Tiger, trying to eat some cotton candy behind a Men's Bathroom. It's mouth was closed shut due to a muzzle. I noticed a long leash made its way across the pavement from underneath the beast's stomach. Using my 'act before thinking' life style, I jumped for the leash. I, to this moment, still cannot fathom why I did it.
Needless to say the sudden movement scared the cat. Needless to say the cat freaked out. Needless to say, it began to run. Needless to say, my hand had become caught in the leash. Needless to say, the cat was running, and dragging me along the pavement with it. That was a strong friggin' leash! I still have rope burn.
Kayle could be heard screaming from behind me, but I was too busy screaming myself to really notice it.
And that's when the Tiger jumped into the tree, pulling me along with it. The leash's fabric had not been made for that kind torture and had begun to tear. The Tiger was still slowly jumping higher and higher, trying to get away from its intruder while it couldn't bite, therefore it was left feeling defenceless. Even though it's claws could rip me to shreds, I don't think the cat had realized that yet. Thank. God. Talking about being ripped to shreds though, the tree was doing a perfectly good job of that without the Tigers help.
"Drake!" Kayle yelled from the base of the tree. I was near the top when he had reached what seemed to be a Californian Redwood, Aka, one of the tallest tree's in the world. It wasn't actually a Californian Redwood, but when you're attached to a Tiger, at the top of a tree, staring down at the ground, it feels like a Californian Redwood.
"Kayle! The Leash! Its-" I hadn't been able to finish my sentence. The Tiger took one last leap, rubbing the leash against a thick branch, tearing it completely.
I closed my eyes at the pain that was about to come from landing on the ground. While my body twisted and turned its way through the thin limbs, I shielded my face by my hands and arms. I could break anything in my body, as long as it didn't have an effect on my face, I was fine.
I had kept falling, twisting and turning and falling, and falling until- it stopped. I felt my breath being forced out of me as my stomach landed on something hard, maybe a thick branch? My feet weren't touching the ground.
I removed my hands from my face and looked down to my stomach to see what the hell had saved me. Even if the rescue was painful, really painful, it deserved a Thank-You.
... Well, that definitely wasn't a branch.
My eyes met Kayle's as he gently placed my feet on the ground, hands running around my waist to make sure I had my balance.
"Caught you." He said, smirking.
"Ya... thanks" I huffed.
I caught my breath as Kayle looked me over for cuts and bruised that my body had just received. "Come on! We have to go catch it!" I yelled twisting out of Kayle's grip, and running in the direction that the Tiger had taken off.
"A-are you freaking kidding me?"
Later on, while still searching, I thought I heard a noise from behind the door of a Janitors Closet. I opened it and had begun looking for a light, but instantly stepped back.
Grabbing Kayle's hand from behind me, I flung him into the room before I went in there completely, as well. If the Tiger was in fact in there... well, I didn't want to be the first to find out. She may have realized that she could use her claws after all.
"Drake, I-"
The room went completely dark as the door slammed shut... maybe I should have held onto that.
There was some light streaming through the cracks on the door and the walls, but not enough to actually help us in our situation.
And that's where we are now. 3 hours later, throats hurting from our screaming, hands throbbing from banging on the door, and bodies in pain from being pressed against each other. This closet was tiny, we couldn't even kneel down properly without banging our knee's on the opposite wall.
"What should we do?" I asked worried. It was getting late, at least it was Saturday, so I didn't have school tomorrow, but Kayle had to go to work at 8 am. If he wasn't there in time, hell would freeze over. His boss is a Demon Nazi, or so I hear.
"I don't know" Kayle answered earnestly. "Our screaming didn't work, and I couldn't kick the door down. We're just going to have to wait until someone opens it, and hope that we don't get charged for trespassing." A heavy sigh escapes his lips.
" So until then," He begins in a high-pitched voice "... whaddya wanna talk about?"
"Anything I guess" My voice lacks enthusiasm unlike Kayle "You talk first."
"Okay" Kayle says, taking a breath "How long have you been playing guitar?
"Since I was 7, my parents bought me one for Christmas."
"Okay, this one is a bit more tough. But I want to know. So, I'm sorry in advance... How old were you when your Dad passed away?
His voice turns serious and I can feel my throat tighten. Even the slightest mention of my Dad makes me want to tear up.
"I was 9."
"How did it happen?"
I haven't even told Josh this. He knows, but not from hearing it from me. So, why do I want to tell Kayle?
"He was an alcoholic" I reply solemnly. Maybe if I say like it doesn't matter, it won't hurt so much thinking about it. "One night he decided that he was sober enough to drive home from the bar. Of course he wasn't, though. He drove his car off the highway and flew into a tree. He... he didn't have his seat belt on."
"Did you love him?"
I look at Kayle, shocked by his words. "My father was an alcoholic, but he was still probably the best father in the world. Of course I loved him."
Kayle's eyes are, all of a sudden, harbouring 5 different emotions. Sadness, regret, pain, confusion and... is that jealousy?
"Didn't you love your Dad?" I ask quietly, nervous for his response. Kayle refuses to talk about his Dad. For obvious reasons, I don't know why that is.
Kayle gives a loud snort, shaking his head.
"Let me ask you another question."
Ignoring my question about his family, of course.
"Have you ever kissed a guy?"
Fuck. This is something I hoped would ever come up. Not With my Mom. Not with my friends. Not with Josh, and definitely not with Kayle.
Should I lie? No, Kayle would be able to tell. And then he might get mad that I had lied. Then he'd hate me. Maybe I should just spill the beans?
His gentle green eyes are boring into mine. I take a deep breath. Well, here it goes.
"Yes." I shut my eyes not wanting to look at Kayle's any longer.
"How many, Drake?" His voice is quiet, and I can feel his breath hot against my ear.
"...4"
This doesn't bother Kayle. He doesn't try to move away from me.
" Tell me about them." His voice is low and husky, like on the night that we first night. But this time there is also a different tone along with it; Lust.
"I... the first was in grade 9. I snuck out and had gone to a rave. It was on the outskirts of town, so the cops wouldn't catch us. I made a stupid mistake and decided that I wanted to try some of what was being passed around in a little baggie. When I asked what it was, someone just said 'Sugar, sweetheart'." I laughed at the memory.
"I think it was ecstasy, but I don't know for sure. I was light headed and my heart was pounding. I started talking to an older guy from my high school who had won 8 track awards. He was insanely lean and tall, with nice black hair. So during my drug induced state, I told him that I thought he was hot. He took me into a small room where we kissed."
"Who was the second?" Kayle asks after a minute.
"A guy named Jehovah from New York."
"Jehovah from New York?" Kayle laughs.
"Yess, It was at another party where I was drunk as hell. I had already made out with 8 chicks and... I was trying to get my ninth.."
"Your ninth? As in your ninth girl? How could you mistake Jehovah from New York as a girl?" He asks with his eyebrows raised.
"W-well... You see... funny thing is that, Jehovah from New York was wearing a jean mini skirt... a push-up bra with a very tight shirt, he had make-up on and his long brown hair was curled to perfection... and I was drunk."
"Ohhhh! So, Jehovah from New York was like a transvestite!"
"A Trans- Wha?"
Kayle just shakes his head at me. "He was a transvestite, Drake."
"Oh, I thought he was a cross-dresser!"
Kayle's mouth falls open, before he forces it back shut with self-control.
"Oh my...I, but... ugh, Nevermind. Who's the third?"
I give a chuckle at this one, the memory running through my mind like a movie. "Josh, my step brother. I bought him tickets to see Oprah and he freaked."
Kayle laughs as well, he has never met Josh, but he has heard plenty of stories about the crazy black haired boy.
"And the forth?"
My laughing comes to a halt.
"...A 24 year old named Bob."
Kayle nods his head. "And Drake, did you ever sleep with any of these men?"
Fuck. Shit. I really wish I wasn't such a man-whore at the moment. I really wish that Lucy wasn't right.
"...ummmm...Yes."
"Which one?" I notice that he says one. Singular. Not Ones, onessssss, with an S, plural. This makes my heart flutter and-wait, did I just say what I think I just said? ...heart...flutter... what the hell is happening to me? Maybe I should just shut up and answer his question.
"Bob"
"And how many times did you sleep with 'Bob'?"
"4 times" I answer sadly. They were kind of painful memories. Josh doesn't even know about Bob. The sex had only happened within the past year, and none of the times were enjoyable to say the least...
"Did it ever mean anything?"
"Oh god no!" I feel like puking. Mean anything? With Bob? Did Bob mean anything? Bob? Sex Bob? Ghekvkjkf... that's to disgusting to even think about.
Kayle cups my cheek and I open my eyes to see his expression. The light coming through the crack in the door illuminates his face. He isn't angry. He looks just as calm as he was when we first started asking questions out of boredom.
"I have one last question for you, Drake."
When he doesn't ask right away, I become impatient "What is it?"
"How would you like to make that number of guys you kissed a little larger?"
I gawk at him in confusion, is he hinting at what I think he's hinting? "I, Uh, what?"
His hand that is cupping my cheek falls slightly. I can feel his calloused fingers tracing the outlines of my face, stopping on my lips. "I like you, Drake. I really, really like you, and I want this-" he says pointing his other index finger from himself to me "to become something more."
I gulp, I had never thought about him like that. He's a guy! But... now that he mentions it. The holding hands, the dancing, the talking. I liked it. All of it. And I realized that when he touched me, I didn't want the sensation to ever leave.
" But I also want this to mean something. I want this to mean something, not only for me, but for you." He lowers his face to mine, looking me straight in the eye. The tips of our noses are touching. His lips are just grazing over mine. His tongue begins to tease me as he pushes and slides the tip against my bottom lip. I can feel, taste his breath against my own tongue.
I want more. I need more.
"What do you say?"
Again, going with my 'act first, think later' attitude, I throw my arms around his neck and close the space between us. At first we aren't moving, just standing there, lips on lips. Hands on neck.
I'm getting impatient and I guess he is too, because I can feel his tongue prodding my bottom lip, begging for an entry. I comply and open my mouth. His tongue immediately enters, exploring the new cavern. That's when our tongues meet and we begin our fight for dominance. We're moving our lips at a rapid pace. Moaning, begging for more.
His arms snake around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. His lifts me up so my toes are just barely touching the ground. All my weight is now supported by him.
In a flash, he slams my back against the wall, taking complete control. I gasp and moan into the kiss, pulling him closer. His hands begin to move from my waist, falling downward. I can feel him, grabbing and pulling at my ass, massaging it in a rough kind of way. Suacyy.
Finally, in need of breath, we regretfully pull away from each other, eyes still glazed over, a string of saliva keeping us connected.
I smile, looking at Kayle's face.
"Does that answer your question?"
CHapter done!
Oh god. I'm so sad. I usually hate corny romances, which is awful, because that's exactly what this chapter turned out to be... Also, I dont think 'drunken' is a word... But! Where I live it is, and for this Fan Fiction, it's going to be! I'm sorry if that annoys anyone :p
Also, I don't really like the idea of Drake doing those things with the 3 guys, but it needs to happen for what's going to come later in this fic.
WARNING! Next Chapter, I am turning it into an 'M'. Next Chapter does have soemthing bad happen, I'm not necessarily sure if it's an M itself, but might as well be safe then sorry! Also the chapter after the next is defininetly an M, so might as well change it now, eh?
Review! And tell me what you think. Did you find yourself eye rolling at the corny/ bad-romancyness? Or did you actually like it :p :)
