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Chapter 11

"So how was it, Babycakes?" Dani asked, not even really caring that she was in the middle of her own club-group thing.

"Fine—Dani!" she squealed, as the brunette pushed her up against the wall, kissing her.

Drake looked around at the club that Dani supposedly taught. Right now, all the attention was on Dani and her making out with her girlfriend, and everyone was watching. No one was paying attention to anything else, just the two girls.

After about five minutes of kissing, the two girls stopped, blushing.

"That was very unprofessional of me," Dani replies seriously, smoothing out her clothes and fixing her hair. "But everyone, this is my girlfriend, Missy, and my friend Drake. They just came to sit in after their other meeting ended."

Friends? Drake questioned. Since when was he and Dani friends? They hardly knew each other and why Missy trusted the girl with everything, Drake wasn't so sure on her. Just because Missy swears she's not like that he can't help but wonder if she will end up screwing him over, and not in the good kind, either.

"Hello Missy, Drake," the group echoes at them.

They both wave at the group sheepishly.

"Anyways, Jimmy, you were saying?" Dani smiles politely at the boy who rambled about being gay while in a Christian high school and something dealing with football. Drake didn't really pay attention to what he was saying. And not to mention he was pretty sure that one of the guys in there was checking him out.

Drake shivered as one of the guys tried to hit on him.

He didn't like men. Ever.

Especially not when they were going to touch him and do that.

The weeks of group therapy were changing him and Missy's relationship. Not to mention it was changing Missy as well. While she and Drake got closer, Missy and Dani started to argue more. The therapy sessions were giving Missy the courage to be more outspoken, and it gave Drake a bit of comfort knowing that he didn't have to be afraid of everyone.

This whole ordeal was changing everyone, and it was frightening to see sides he didn't know about himself, or his friends.

"Drake," Missy sobs into the phone one night. "Can you come over this weekend? God, am I an idiot? I probably am. I don't think I should have gone to that stupid therapy session. I mean, the advice was good, but it's totally fucking with my relationship!"

Drake agrees to coming over to her house.

The Parker-Nichols house has been anything but calm and peaceful. Audrey spends almost every night on the phone with her friend,-their lawyer- Drake notes, and Walter's always acting mushy and saying how he loves Drake, and how he's always going to be there and anything that's remotely mushy. Josh has been the same way, just a bit more Joshish, and the only good about everyone knowing is Megan doesn't prank her brother anymore, just Josh.

It's not that she doesn't want to prank Drake; it's that she physically can't. Knowing about Drake being hurt and even hearing his screams at night is enough to remind her that if she fucks Drake up more, she could seriously hurt her brother and not get the Boob-Drake she loves back.

This whole ordeal sucks. While Megan used to be the baby of the family and the one everyone cooed and hung over, now it was Drake. When word slightly got around the family that Drake's been hurt, all the cute cards and flowers were sent Drakes way. Even Grammy, who normally didn't really like Drake as much as Josh, sent him extravagant gifts she normally wouldn't.

"So what is everyone doing the third Friday of next month?" Audrey asks everyone at dinner that night.

No one really responds, not knowing for sure as Josh breaks the silence. "I think I may have a chemistry test, but other than that I don't know."

"I might go to Janie's," Megan says and Drake just shrugs.

"Why?" Walter asks and Audrey nods at him

"I've been talking to Debra, and she and I both agree that we need to take extreme caution with this situation."

"Audrey, Honey, maybe we should discuss this," Walter replies, narrowing his eyes. "When we're not around D-R-A-K-E."

"I can spell, you know," Drake glares at his family.

No one responds to Drake's comment.

"No Walter, I want this to be done. I don't want him around my son, and I'll do anything to prevent this from happening to anyone ever again."

"So what're we doing?" Josh asks.

Drake huffs, he's pretty sure it's going to involve court, and involve seeing him one more time.

"I'm going to make sure he can never harm Drake again, or anyone for that matter."

"How?"

"Like how you can't see Oprah!" Drake snaps, getting up angrily from the table. He goes up to his room and slams the door. This whole thing sucks.

"Drake?" Josh knocks on the door, then comes in.

"What?" He snaps again.

"What's wrong?" Josh asks sympathetically.

"Everyone! Everyone's the fucking problem!"

"They're just trying to help-"

"And they're doing too fucking much!"

"We're just being supportive-"

"No, you're being annoying. God, I'm not stupid, okay? Everyone's treating me like a baby and all different and-and it's so fucking annoying! Can't you see I know what's going on and everyone's trying to act like I should just stay out of my own problem! God, I'm sick of it! I was there, Josh; I know what happened, and everyone's acting like I shouldn't know what's going on. And then they just feel sorry for me, and while all the attention is kinda cool at first, then it becomes too fucking much. How are goddamn flowers going to make me feel better?"

"Drake, we're just trying to-"

"You wanna help? Stop treating me like a fucking baby all the time. I'm not handicapped, okay? I don't need you guys smothering me about everything. And then- and then Mom has to go and call up her stupid lawyer and I'll have to see him again and-"Drake doesn't notice that he's crying.

"Its okay, Drake," Josh comforts. "Mom's just trying to do what's best."

"I know," Drake sighs. "It's just that-that…this fucking sucks!"

"I know," Josh soothes," I know."

As soon as Friday night came, Drake was out of the house and on his way to the one person who didn't treat him like a baby, or like he had some dying disease. He shivered as he pulled in front of the house, the very same house that just weeks before lead him to events that changed the course of everything in his life.

Drake rings the doorbell and is greeted by a tall, snippy, woman with hair pulled back tightly. "You must be that Parker boy that's here to see Melissa. Take your shoes off, and she's in her room."

Drake follows through with the order and goes into the room that looks like it should belong to a teenage boy, and not a girl. Her room it's self looked like a shrine to rocks bands and sappy pictures of friends. Guitar picks were taped onto the walls and a pair of drumsticks sat on top of the old television on her dresser. The bed it's self was covered in bright, girly colors, and looked to be about the only feminine thing in the room.

Drake was pretty sure Missy only had one sibling, but the dark haired girl in the corner of the room begged to differ. The girl looked physically the opposite of Missy, with her shoulder length black and red hair, and the cute clothes replaced with t-shirts and a pair of booty shorts. He was pretty sure that couldn't be Missy, but the one word on the top of her door confirmed that this indeed, was her room.

Faggot the top of the door read in red sharpie. It was graffitied on there messily, in what Drake could assume was a little boys handwriting.

She turned around and looked over at Drake in her room. "Hey Drake," she managed to smile.

"Missy?" He didn't really know what the hell had happened. He felt like he was thrown into some warped dimension and this was her alter ego.

"Like it? I got really pissed off the other day and I took the plunge and decided to just chop it all off. Dani and I have been so rocky lately that I was just like fuck it, y'know? Besides, I've wanted black and red hair since forever but long hair is such a bitch to dye, ya know? But now Dani's super pissed off at me because of everything going on lately, and—whatever," She sighs. "Let's just watch movies and hang out and have like, a guys night in."

"Sure."

"And maybe tonight we can work on our song. You know, the one we wrote that night in the hotel."

"Sure," Drake replied again. He was actually really glad someone was forcing him back into music. He loved being able to work with his band and writing songs, but when the travesty occurred, music became one of the last things on his mind.

"What movie do you want to watch?" Missy asked, pulling out a thick binder filled with various DVDs.

"I dunno," Drake shrugs, flipping through the binder. "What's Queer as Folk?"

Missy smiles softly. "It's drama-soap operay show. It's not a movie, it's a television show. It's mine and Dani's favorite. It's full of gay sex," she adds. "Men gay sex."

Drake shudders and flips the page, going to another movie. It's got a hot blond on the front and it has the word cheerleader in it. Hot blond and cheerleaders sound like a good combination. Missy mentions the movie is funny and Drake figures it's better than men fucking.

They put the movie in, and it's really not as funny as Missy said it was. Apparently it was filled with jokes only she understood but girls in the movie kissed so it wasn't that bad. While Missy was watching the movie, Drake was too busy focusing on her. He doesn't really know what could possibly make a hot girl like Missy want to dye her hair black and cut it short. Sure, it didn't really look bad but it was so different than the Missy he was used to that it was startling.

He knew that she was rebellious, and he liked that about her. But he also knew she was sweet and that she was just mixed up in a bit of everything. But then if Josh's inner beauty lectures ever taught him anything, it was that despite her looking different she was still the same Missy he was friends with. No amount of change could change that.

"Graham," the hot blond on the TV sang out. Drake was expecting Graham to be some hot muscley boy, but was taken aback when it was actually a very boyish looking girl. He looked over at Missy smiling softly at the TV.

"One, two, three, four I won't take no anymore. Five, six, seven, eight, I want you to be my mate! One, two, three, four, you're the one that I adore. Five, six, seven, eight, don't run from me 'cause this is fate!"

It was so cheesy in Drake's eyes. Something like this would happen in some romantic girly movie and despite what the title said, the movie really didn't have cheerleaders.

When the movie went off Missy turned the TV off and turned toward Drake. "I love that movie," she said smiling sadly. "Do you think it was fucking idiotic of me to rebel against Dani?"

"No," Drake replied shaking his head. "You shouldn't apologize for being yourself."

"I love her Drake," she admits. "I feel like maybe I fucked up. Everything. I think-I think I want to write a song. For her."

Drake wasn't very good with in depth love songs. Sure he knew how to say the right words in the right way to make girls fall and lust after him, but a deep emotional love song? That wasn't what he was really best at.

"Okay," Drake says with a nod, as the ex-blond gets her black acoustic guitar -B.J-from a corner in her room. She puts her fingers on her guitar and starts to strum the first sappy tune that comes to her mind. She says she can't write songs, but if this is from scratch then it's not a bad song at all. Especially if it's her first song that she's ever wrote. Drake hears her whisper softly, and while she's said she can't really sing, Drake begs to differ. Sure, her voice isn't the best one ever, but it's not bad. He's heard worse singing, like Walter in the shower.

"I open my lungs dear,

I sing this song at funerals, no rush.

These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush.

A baby boy you've held so tightly, this pain it visits almost nightly

Missing hotel beds, I feel your touch."

Drake stares at her. Yeah sure, the lyrics are slightly cheesy, but for a first time song they really aren't terrible.

"…Did you just write that?"

Missy shrugs. "I guess so."

"It's not bad," Drake smirks a little. "For a first song."

Missy smirks back. "Not all of us can have our songs on MTV, Parker."

"I will await, dear.

A patience of eternity, my crush.

A universal still, no rust.

No dust will ever grow on this frame,

One million years I will say your name.

I love you more than I could ever scream.

Booked our flights those years ago,

I said I loved you, as I left you,

Regrets still haunt my hallowed head,

I promise you I will see you again.

Again."

Missy looks up from the guitar, her eyes streaming with tears. "I really, really, want to record this song for her, Drake. Will you help me?"

"I guess so." No, he wanted to say. I don't want to write a love song for someone who doesn't deserve you.

"Great. I've got some program thingy in my laptop. Help me, Drake!" She giggled, pulling up the program to record the song.

Drake wishes he could protest, but he knew that he'd probably never get anywhere with her.

She was in love with a girl, and he'd pretty much fallen for a girl who loves girls.

Sometimes, he really did hate his life.


Review? And the song mentioned in this chapter was written by one of my personal favorite bands, Black Veil Brides. The song is called The Mortician's Daughter and is written and performed by Andy(Six)Biersack. Chapter 12 sneak preview! :

"And she could have maybe been a monther," he adds and Josh's eyes get wide.