Chapter 3- Little Love Notes
Drakes father was obviously confused, "Exactly what did I miss?" He asked, "I knew you were quiet the whole way home, but you…. In love?" Walter obviously didn't get it. "And, you don't know her."
"You don't understand, I know her, but, I don't know from where. She was beautiful, nice, and a little reluctant on telling me who she was…" He sighed, "if only she let me take off the mask."
"Drake, do you feel all sweaty, kind of like if you jumped off the eifell tower you'd survive, do you feel like if you don't hold on to the couch you'll float away but you can't move?"
Drake nodded dreamily but looked at him, "How'd you know!
"All men go through it, it's a deadly illness called 'the love bug.'"
"I don't want it to go away." Drake sighed rubbing the back of his neck.
"Don't worry, son, it won't." Walter was now grinning from ear to ear, "Oh Audrey you gotta hea-" Walter was stopped by Drakes hand over his mouth.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Walter! This is between you and me, no mom, not Josh, not Megan, not even the grass on the lawn can know. Capisce?"
Walter nodded and Drake removed his hand, "I'm going to bed," Drake said this and seemed to float to and up the stairs. Once their, he got dressed with out a word and laid down into his pillow, off to dreamland, back to his hour of lust with… Her.
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The next morning at 6:30 his alarm went off. He groggily slapped the button and sat up. He looked at around as if to hope his dream girl in his room, waiting to dance with him forever. No such luck. He stood up and climbed down his ladder to the bathroom which was empty. Josh had already been in there. He walked in and looked at his reflection and pictured, her, behind him with her mask on and gown still on, she put his hand on his shoulder and lifted her other hand to her mask about to take it off… KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Drake hurry up! I need to get ready!" It was Megan.
Drake didn't answer and looked back at the mirror, she was gone. He washed his face, and brushed his teeth as usual and looked at his reflection. He grabbed his tube of hair gel and squirted a little in his hand. Drake rubbed his hands together, to spread the gel out and ran his hands through his hair to spike it. Drake opened the door, "Way to ruin a man's fantasy," he said annoyed.
"You? A man… ha! Hardly." She said walking in and slamming the door. Drake jumped and shook his head walking back to his room. He went through his wardrobe while Josh begged to hear about the dance. Drake didn't tell him anything as he got dressed in to a white t-shirt and a blue button up shirt. On his legs he put baggy, faded jeans. He ignored Josh and walked out.
At school Drake was looking at every girl… but not because of their looks. He could remember her eyes… oh her eyes. They were soft, but intense, scared, but happy. No one girl's eyes matched the description. He walked to his locker not noticing the girl sitting on the ground reading. Mackenzie looked up at him and hesitantly said, "H-Hi… Drake." He didn't reply obviously not noticing her as usual. She wore jeans… wait, something must be wrong. Mackenzie Wilson… in jeans. Um… okay –shrug- She wore a white button up shirt and her hair were in the same knotty pigtails. She was back to wearing glasses, instead of the contacts her mom bought her.
Drake sighed leaning on his locker, "Where are you?" He said softly looking around. Mackenzie rolled her eyes and stood up stalking off, but this time she didn't cry.
After turning back to his locker Drake saw a note fall out. The note had a pink rose taped to it. Drake plummeted to the floor picking it up. He took off the rose and inhaled it; it smelled like her hair, like her body. He sighed dreamily and quickly unfolded the note.
Dear Drake,
I can't explain how much you made my night light up. I never felt so safe, so warm. When I'm in your arms … well when I was in your arms… I never wanted to leave. But, Drake, I'm a girl you could never love. For reasons I cannot tell you, I am writing this not to tell you that you can never find out… what lies behind the mask. I will continue to write notes and if you ever find out who I am, you will know why we could never be.
Affectionately,
Masked
P.S. If you must, write back, and tape it to your locker.
Xoxo
Drake frowned as he folded up the note. He had been hoping that it would tell her hwo he was, but instead, it was the complete opposite. He unfolded it once more and read it several times. A smile played on his lips and her grabbed a piece of paper from his notebook and a pencil from the ground and quickly wrote:
Dear Masked,
I wish you could tell me your "true identity". I've been trying to figure out who you were for hours, I dremt about you, I even thought I saw you in my bathroom. You must think I am pathetic to think of such things. No matter who you are, your beautiful, I wanted to hold you the whole night. Why, masked, did you not let me take off the mask. Why are you so bent against me knowing who you are. Masked, I think I love you.
Always yours,
Drake
He folded it up and put it in his pocket. He'd get tape later but now he was late for class. A teacher was looking at him, "er… sorry. I was just… going to calss now." His voice got squeaky as he scrambled up still clutching the rose and running to class.
