Chapter 5

Undone

Drake's first person POV

Saturday 12:01 AM

I don't want to go in the house. The lights in living room are on and that means they're

waiting up for me. I know curfew, unless I have a gig, is eleven o'clock. I just would

rather sit on the back porch and look at the stars for a while.

You see there's this misconception about me. If I walk into my house now, I'll become

undone and that cannot happen. No one understands. Josh is like a fricking Boy

Scout that doesn't get into any real trouble and is on the honor roll. After all the car

that really belongs to Mom is back inside the garage. He wasn't late coming home. A

big surprise there. After all if I was dating Mindy I wouldn't be keeping late nights

either.

I'm cold. I should have brought my leather jacket with me. I am not stupid like some

people (I'm seeing visions of you, Mrs. Hafer) think. I don't need school. You don't

need to know algebra or how to diagram a sentence to be a rock and roll star.

However, I do know that I'm stupid regarding relationships.

In the past two minutes I keep thinking to bolt off this porch and do the right thing. But

I'm not even sure what the real right thing to do is. I really want to. I do have feelings,

you know and I know I did a shitty thing. Actually that should be plural. I've been

unbearable lately. To explain it would be to come undone and again that cannot

happen. I swear I can hear tears in the wind. (Mental note: That'd be an excellent song

title). They can't wait up for me forever. Then I'll go upstairs, take a hot bath, and then

go to bed. I won't sleep. I'll just toss and turn and feel terrible with myself and know my

actions have consequences.

Here I am again ready to stand up and go nowhere. I didn't go to Melanie Patterson's

slumber party. I made sure to take the long way home so I wouldn't even be by her

house.

Should I run away? No. I have my music and I can't ever ruin that. The Brew Note is

not the Hollywood Bowl but hey, you have to start somewhere.

I'll restring my acoustic guitar tomorrow. Wait it is tomorrow. I'll put her card in The

Beatles Encyclopedia under Harrison, George.

I'll be sorry for the rest of my life and no parental yelling and grounding combination is

going to change that. I can't mention her name it hurts too much. You see if I do that

I'll become undone and that cannot happen.

The light in the kitchen just went off. I was standing up again by the side of the house

and no one saw me.

The morning is going to be Hell. I just have to remind myself to not become undone.

After all ever since I was little I was told I had charisma. Now, I'm not so sure. But I

know I can fake it.

I'll go to school on Monday and schmooze like I always do. It's great practice for when

you are famous and have to socialize at parties. See how I can push everything out of

mind? It's coming back to me. You see I'm Drake Parker and I've spent seventeen

years making sure that no one would ever know the real me.

If I get grounded I'll schedule "dates" for when my groundation is over, I'll still get "D's"

until I get my "barely got by" diploma, and then I'm out of here. I'm going to New York

City if I can make it there, I can make it anywhere.