As we entered the room, I saw all Drake and Josh's essences burst out at me. Mainly they were just messy. Clothes and cds scattered on the floor. I picked up one of the couch cushions. "Did a goat chew on this?" Drake scoffed, grabbing the pillow away. "No, it was a sheep." I nodded, plainly. Not really wanting him to explain. I sat down only to jump back up. Underneath me was a disgusting molding plate. Drake smiled sympathetically. I decided to sit in the armchair. I looked around a bit more.
My eyes set on something glimmering crimson. "Finally learn how to play guitar?" Drake narrowed his eyes. "Hey I'm one of the best." I smiled, holding back a laugh. To my surprise Drake returned it gently. Drake finally decided to sit down.
Even though I found it a tad uncomfortable with him sitting nearly on top of me on the arm of the chair. "You have a job?" I asked. "Well, awhile ago, at the Premiere, but stuff happened. Blah and blah and blah Josh still works there though." I nodded, a little confused. Drake looked back at me. "You have one yet?" "Yep, I'm going to work at Bellview High." He stared at me blankly. "You serious?" I nodded again. "I'll be the Art slash English teacher for grades 12th." Drake's mouth was agape so I added. "I guess you could say I'm advance for my years." "Don't you have to go to college for stuff like that?" "Yeah, graduated when I was 8."
Drake laughed and his eyes gleamed brightly. "That's incredible, you're incredible." I looked away, blushing. "Thank you." He leaned back, putting his arm around my shoulders. I bolted out of the chair towards the window. It seemed to burn where he touched me, like a brand. I stared outside, seeing a little girl play on her bike. Her father pushing her along. I wished I could've been her, had a dad who cared.
I felt something touch the small of my back. I whipped around to see Drake. "Look, I've dated a lot of girls, and I mean A LOT. But you're different Celeste. I'd love to take you out somewhere." I looked back out the window. "I can't." Drake blinked at me. "Why not?" I looked back at him a sad smile on my face, a hint of tears forming. "No time."